The table is in the hands of the general manager, and the reflections on his lenses are covered with words such as 'reject other judges, oppose the public, ridicule players' and so on.

He flipped through the script page by page, and when he saw half of it, he put the script on the table, his face no longer smiling: "My artist is not a cheap commodity to be bullied by others."

An Yinong was taken aback for a moment.

"If this is your sincerity, then we can talk about liquidated damages." 

The general manager's sudden attack shocked everyone, even An Yinong was surprised. Although the other party is here to find fault, it is rare for the boss to go back so hard.

"Mr. Lu don't need to be angry. This condition is harsher, but it's still sincere. How can we say that we can also be on the TV station's serious variety show.

"Your subordinate... Mr. Ke, has not had any resources for a few months, right? Black and red are also red. 

The person in charge of the program group seemed to have expected the general manager's reaction long ago. He picked up the script and looked at An Yinong: "Why don't we let Mr. Ke decide by himself?" 

An Yinong didn't answer: "I believe the manager's decision. "

I don't know if the cold medicine has worked. He is very sleepy now, wanting to sleep, and there are even shadows in front of him.

An Yinong, who is not in good condition but still remains rational, decided to let the general manager take full responsibility for this matter. From the previous dialogue See, the general manager is fighting for his interests, maybe he can believe it once. 

The person in charge took back the script, but he didn't smile: "It's okay to say that you are not satisfied, we also come with sincerity. "

"Sincerity?" The general manager lowered his head and read the content on the script, including how to guide 'Ke Yinong' how to be a demon, how to use himself to set off the truth, goodness and beauty of others, and how to guide fans to tear up.

Even the staff on the show team also changed his face. Why is this contract so harsh? It is simply inhumane. It is to cut off the starship and future of 'Ke Yinong', and even affect his real life.

An Yinong leaned on the tabletop with one hand and held his face. It was obviously a content that made people angry, but after reciting it in a low and calm voice, it made him drowsy.

Strange, since he is such a responsible temporary agent, why did the original owner agree to appear on the show in the plot?

"The stage is not big, but there are quite a few plays." 

The general manager smiled half-smiling, with a bit of sarcasm: "It's a training variety show for 'powerful singers', but internally, it's such a variety show that specializes in cutting fans' leeks?"

(mtl/n: cutting leeks = taking advantage of or exploiting consumers)

"Mr. Lu, this circle is like this. You run an entertainment company, don't you know what unspoken rules are?" The person in charge disagreed.

"The reason why the unspoken rules are unspoken rules is that they cannot be seen publicly, and they are not something to be proud of." 

The general manager's words caught everyone's attention.

The boss is such a boss, no wonder the company is such a company - after five years of operation, there is still no improvement.

An Yinong couldn't help laughing, and suddenly felt that the boss was a little serious and cute.

"Let's talk about liquidated damages. We are in business and abide by the rules of the contract. If there is no justified breach of contract, we need to pay enough liquidated damages. Do you understand this principle?

" That's true, but your Mr. Ke Yinong is also responsible for the termination of the contract."

An Yinong, whose eyelids were half-drooped, raised his head and sat upright: "Are you going to spit some ivory in your mouth?" 

The person in charge choked, thinking that this company, from the boss to the artists are such guys who have no emotional intelligence and speak harshly, no wonder this shabby company is going to close down.

"Mr. Ke has been away from the music scene for a long time, and I'm afraid he is not suitable for the popular music style. We are looking for a star mentor, someone who can give pointers to newcomers, Mr. Ke..."

He glanced at An Yinong: "Mr. Ke has lost The ability to sing is not a singer-songwriter, and the qualifications are insufficient, so I am afraid that as a star mentor, I can't convince the public."

"Manager, who else is the star mentor who was appointed before? I want to chat with them?" An Yinong directly interrupted the program director.

"I don't have much face, and I can't have the other three as shameless as me. Otherwise, we'll find people from those three companies and have a meeting?"

"This world has always been small, especially those in the same circle. People. Who doesn't have many friends and teachers, right?"

The show team of "My Way, My Show" replaced four mentors at a time, indirectly offending four entertainment companies. Although this offense is nothing, people in the shopping mall look at the benefits. But if the four are integrated to eat a piece of meat from the show group, no one will refuse, right?

After all, it is a small variety show on a local station, and it is not strong enough to ignore these entertainment companies.

"Mr. Ke really likes to joke." The person in charge of the program group couldn't sit still.

Bypassing a series of language traps, directly identifying the biggest weakness of the program team and making use of it, An Yinong's calm and quick response is surprising. Not only the people in the show team looked at him, but even the general manager couldn't help but take a closer look.

The confusion and anxiety on the singer disappeared, and the whole figure was like a re-forged and polished sword, sharp and dazzling.

Because of the general manager's refusal to give in, and because the program team was at fault, they eventually paid for their own willfulness, and the liquidated damages were as high as one million, most of which would be remitted to An Yinong's account to ease his recent financial constraints. .

After the matter was resolved, the program crew first left with a sullen face, followed by the general manager.

"Ke Yinong." When An Yinong was about to leave, Zhang Ruojun behind him grabbed his arm.

An Yinong turned his head to look at the arm he was caught, with no smile or anger on his face, very calm: "Is something wrong?"

Zhang Ruojun was horrified, and subconsciously let go and took a step back.

What happened? In the past, Ke Yinong did not have such a hair-raising look.

"I still have something to do." The dizzy An Yinong turned around and wanted to leave.

"Wait!" Zhang Ruojun once again remembered when he was an assistant to this man. He is so high above and below the dust, he kindly makes suggestions, but he is ridiculed that "you are not qualified to teach me to do things".

Obviously at the beginning, he entered this circle because he liked him.

Because of this sudden impulse, Zhang Ruojun grabbed An Yinong's wrist again, opened a small room next to him that was often empty, and dragged people in.

An Yinong was pushed against the wall, and he had a fever for a moment, and his eyes flashed with gold stars for a moment. At the same time, many bad memories were evoked, and the line of reason was taut, almost torn off.

This guy...

"Ke Yinong," Zhang Ruojun deceived him and pressed his voice, "I have millions of fans, popular variety shows and high-end endorsements. Now am I qualified to teach you?"

I don't have enough presence. ?

Why are you still ignoring me like this?

"Hmm!" Zhang Ruojun was punched in the abdomen, An Yinong deliberately chose such a position, and it was not easy to leave traces.

He looked at Zhang Ruojun, whose eyes were bloodshot, with a half-smile, "Go to the hospital if you are sick, don't be like a mad dog, biting someone if you catch them."

"Why are you ignoring me?" Zhang Ruojun clutched his stomach and gasped. He found that he could endure Ke Yinong's glare, but he couldn't bear the ignoring just now, as if he was an irrelevant garbage on the side of the road.

"Interesting." An Yinong looked at him, the villain in the eyes of the original owner, "You are angry because I ignored you? Did I look at you, it is very important to you?"

Zhang Ruojun choked, he became angry: "Don't think I'm self-righteous, I just want to prove to you that I'm better than you and more popular than you. You were the one who was wrong back then!" 

This is really ...... An Yinong can't stop laughing: "Packaged out of the fast-moving consumer goods, really taking yourself seriously? Is a million-dollar sound tuner good to use?"

His hoarse voice was full of provocation, and a fire was burning in Zhang Ruojun's chest: "What about you, senior? Can you still eat when you're old?"

An Yinong covered his forehead with one hand and snorted lightly.

"What are you laughing at?"

"Laughing at your stupidity, idols and singers are two concepts."

An Yinong opened his eyes and glanced at Zhang Ruojun: "Is the Chinese music scene coming to an end, all kinds of monsters and ghosts have come out.

"Hey, Zhang Ruojun, what you want to sell is your songs, your talent, not the persona and face you packaged. Garbage is also worthy to talk to me about music?"

The break between original owner and Zhang Ruojun was precisely because of their disagreement.

The original owner knew that strength was the foundation for him to go on, so he wanted to temporarily leave the flashy circle to study at the Conservatory of Music, but Zhang Ruojun felt that he should seize the opportunity given by the capital, and Follow the fan's request to be in the top position.

An illegitimate fan who tries to control and manipulate idols.

Zhang Ruojun was instantly provoked, he grabbed An Yinong's wrist, and approached him again:

"Do you think you're still the same dazzling 'Ke Yinong' from back then? You now have no more 'voice', no more resources, and even your fans have almost run away. What are you taking pride in here?"

"Heh, do you know where they go? They're here with me! You begged your grandparents for this variety show, right? But it belongs to me now, too. If you don't talk to me about music, is there anyone else willing to talk to you, an incapable person?

"Ke Yinong, you have nothing left now. Why don't you come back and be my assistant? I'll give you the highest salary... Ah!"

Originally constrained An Yinong fiercely with a knee to Zhang Ruojun's abdomen, and take advantage of the other party lost concentration a flip, punched hard a few times, specifically to the place where it is not easy to leave traces, and finally reverse Zhang Ruojun pressed in the corner.

"Say it, don't move your hands here, I don't like it."

Zhang Ruojun's eyes widened, he was pushed heavily against the wall, the wrist of one hand was buckled, and the neck was locked and tightened by the slender five fingers. His heart was racing, his lips were dry, he didn't know if it was because of nervousness or the feeling of suffocation.

"Zhang Ruojun." An Yinong's voice was hoarse and slow, Zhang Ruojun's ears seemed to be brushed by feathers, and goose bumps appeared on his exposed skin.

He didn't see An Yinong's face, and he didn't see those blackened eyes: for a person who values ​​music very seriously, a singer is a sacred profession that does not allow others to insult.

"His hands are so hot." Zhang Ruojun swallowed his saliva, only to feel that the palm of his hand holding his wrist and neck was extremely hot, so hot that it would melt him away.

"People should have self-knowledge, don't insult the word singer."

He said these words calmly, but everything from Zhang Ruojun to his abilities was dismissed lightly. Zhang Ruojun returned to reality instantly, a fire pressed in his chest, the more he burned, the more panicked he was.

"Bang!" The closed door was pushed open, and the sound awakened the people inside. An Yinong let go, took two steps back, and looked at the door as if nothing had happened.

The general manager appeared at the door, his eyes swept across Zhang Ruojun, who was leaning against the wall, and stopped at An Yinong.

The clothes are neat and there are no marks. From the scene, Zhang Ruojun looked like a victim, while An Yinong was the perpetrator.

The general manager stretched out his hand and tugged at his bow tie, and his eyes calmed down.

The author has something to say:

General Manager (turning back halfway): Huh? What about my little yellow chicken?

An Yinong: Scree.