"The general manager is looking for me?" An Yinong asked with a smile.

"Yes." The general manager's expression was still calm, and he was not ready to ask what happened. An Yinong suspected that even if there was an earthquake, the man's expression would not change much.

The general manager looked at Zhang Ruojun again: "Is 'My Way, My Show' is the stage you chose for yourself? You can do it yourself."

"You don't give me resources, you just let me practice and let me learn, I have to fight for myself, what's the matter? Wrong?" Zhang Ruojun scratched his neck.

"That's right, it's your choice, and I respect your choice." The general manager just nodded, without anger or explanation, just like a robot.

"So it is." An Yinong finally knew why the general manager and his office gave him a strange feeling.

This man seems to separate work and life very thoroughly. He is unwilling to mix any personal feelings in his work, nor to make this work a part of his life. Therefore, there are only work-related things where he works, and there is not even a personal item that can reflect his hobbies and aesthetics.

He's going to argue at the negotiating table just because that's what he, a temporary agent, is supposed to do.

At this time, if the original owner insists on continuing the variety show, he will not stop it. Also because he is only an agent, he cannot interfere with the artist's final decision.

So the original owner in the original plot still participated in the variety show - the original owner decided to drink poison to quench his thirst, and the general manager chose to respect his choice.

"I have something to tell you." The general manager left, and An Yinong followed.

After walking a few steps, the general manager turned around to confirm that he was still there, and turned to continue walking.

An Yinong: "..." I feel like a child who didn't go home after school, which is worrying.

Zhang Ruojun did not come out, leaning against the wall motionless. "Damn." He pounded the wall hard, his teeth almost bleeding from his lips.

An Yinong and the two returned to the general manager's office.

"What's your plan after that?" the general manager asked directly. As a singer, but his voice is diseased and his future is cut off, the rational approach is to find another way out.

"I haven't lost the ability to sing," An Yinong said.

A surprise flashed in the calm eyes of the general manager, he thought for a while: "If you have enough confidence in yourself, you can consider this variety show - I'm really a star."

"What?"

"This is an online variety show, and it It's not very mainstream, and it's very controversial. If you don't do it well, it's the end of your career." 

The general manager looked at An Yinong: "For you now, it's a powerful medicine. If you take the medicine, you will die or you will live. In three days, think about it."

"The manager is optimistic about it?" The

general manager's hand paused, then lowered his head and tore off a post-it note, with the words 'I'm really a star' written on it: "It's not that you are optimistic about it, it's that you need it."

"...Thank you."

An Yinong reached out and took the post-it note, his fingers touching the general manager's hand.

Just as he was about to put the Post-it note back in his pocket, the general manager suddenly grabbed his arm and put a hand to his forehead.

The forehead was pressed against the warm back of the hand, the tip of the nose smelled a faint woody fragrance, and An Yinong was stiff there. He doesn't like being touched, especially his face.

"You have a fever." He affirmed.

"I'll take you to the hospital." This was his second sentence.

When An Yinong came to his senses, the general manager had put on his coat, took the car keys, and opened the door of the office and turned to look at him, as if to say: Why didn't you follow?

"..." An Yinong looked outside the door, and the staff outside the door who were poking their brains withdrew and walked past as if nothing had happened.

"This is also the purview of the broker?"

"That's right."

Twenty minutes later, the community hospital.

"The temperature difference between morning and evening has been large recently. Young people should not be greedy for cold. These days, the diet should be lighter, and no spicy food should be eaten."

"Well, go to the western pharmacy on the first floor to get the medicine. By the way, the antipyretic medicine must be taken four hours apart before taking one tablet, and other medicines should be prescribed by the doctor."

"Thank you doctor." An Yinong's muffled voice passed through the mask, he Standing beside him is the meticulous general manager. Even in a place like a hospital, he is in a neat suit and stands upright.

"Let's go to the first floor to pick up medicine?"

"Well."

There were many people picking up medicine on the first floor, and the two of them stood in line because they were tall and seemed to stand out from the crowd.

"Thank you manager for accompanying me to the hospital." An Yinong coughed twice, "Because of me, I have to temporarily leave work."

"This is my job." The general manager's expression remained cold.

For the first time, An Yinong felt that an adult had a cute personality, not inferior to the cuteness of a teenager.

"In my current situation, the company is still willing to find resources for me, but I can't repay it."

In the eyes of most people, An Yinong is already a waste who can't sing, and it is a waste to use resources on him.

The general manager glanced at him and seemed to disagree with his self-evaluation: "You are worthy, don't belittle yourself."

An Yinong, who was 'disapproved', couldn't help laughing: "Anyway, thank you."

Lose a variety show, gain another variety show. After making different choices, the plot has also changed. It can be seen that it is not difficult to change the fate of the original owner.

"I thought you would just take the plan and find a breakthrough point in "My Way, My Show"." The system jumped out, and in its experience, the hosts were reluctant to change the general direction of the plot, which would make them lose' Foresight' advantage.

"That's the enemy's territory. The moment I stepped in, I lost the first-mover advantage. This kind of non-live scripted variety show won't give anyone any chance to make a comeback. Whatever you say will be calculated, you are afraid that you don't know the editing and post-production. The power."

"Buzzing." The general manager's cell phone vibrated suddenly, he made an 'sorry to answer the call' gesture to An Yinong, and took the cell phone to the other side.

"I need to go back." He was back in two minutes, nothing on his face.

An Yinong nodded: "Manager walk slowly, pay attention to safety on the road." The

general manager looked at him and confirmed that he could handle it himself before saying: "Remember to take medicine."

After two steps, he turned back: "If it is convenient, put the Internet Send me the license plate of the car, or send me a message when you go back. Can you add an X letter?"

"Yes." An Yinong laughed.

The avatar of the general manager is his own photo, and the circle of friends is empty.

"Ke Yinong." The pharmacist reported the name of the medicine, and interrupted his thoughts, "Your medicine, the usage is posted, three times a day, and the antipyretic medicine is taken separately."

"Okay, thank you doctor. ." He opened the bag, checked whether the name of the medicine corresponded, and checked to see if it had been opened before he put it away.

After he got out of the hospital, he looked around, then reached out and took out the mini-recorder from his chest pocket.

"What is this?" the system popped up.

"Sometimes a self-protection thing that can come in handy." An Yinong put away the recorder, "By the way, can you help me check the actual manipulator of the variety show "My Way, My Show"?" The

system's mung bean A question mark appeared in his eyes: "Didn't you not participate? What are you doing here?"

"I suspect..." He frowned, "Someone specifically targeted the original owner and wanted to push him into a desperate situation. Moreover, this person and a The person who poisoned the original owner years ago is related, or simply the same person."

"Eh!!!"

An Yinong squinted at it: "That condition is too outrageous, it was prepared for 'Kenong'. But where did a small person come from so many enemies? So someone has been targeting the original owner. Is it difficult to understand?"

"No, wait a minute, I'll check." The system bowed its head and entered the search phase.

An Yinong called for a car and sent the license plate number to the general manager.

Two seconds later, the other side replied: "Have a good rest."

After two seconds, the phone vibrated again, this time with four words: "Drink more water."

"..." He stared at the words for two seconds before reading Put away your phone.

It was almost night when he got home. He opened the door and entered the house, but it was still deserted inside, like a huge coffin.

After taking a tablet of antipyretic, drowsiness came up after a while. An Yinong leaned on the sofa, drowsy, but still insisted on waiting for the answer.

In the entertainment industry, he will not retire. So who is his enemy?

An Yinong turned on the stereo, and the babbling singing sounded, and the singing voice was a little stern, which made it even more strange by this dilapidated and empty room.

"Host." The system came back.

He opened his eyes, with red blood crawling in the whites of his eyes: "Who is it?"

"Zhang Jing, the director of the variety show." The system reported a name that was not familiar.

"The numbers in his bank account haven't changed, and he hasn't been gifted with a high amount of property suddenly. It seems that it's just because the host doesn't have a background, and he will be offended to death."

An Yinong thought for a while and shook his head. He maintained his judgment, there must be someone behind this matter: "It's hidden deep. Keep staring, and let me know if there are suspicious people."

Then he stood up: "I'm going to sleep first."

At the same time, "My Way, My Show" will spread the new promotional video to the Internet.

Four traffic singers, four different styles of handsome men and women. Their fans shouted 'Beauty and Prosperity', making people forget that this should be a variety show to train young singers.

"What the hell? Why all the little fresh meat and florets?" Netizens who weren't fans stared straight, "There is no traffic in any of the works, but is it worthy of being a star mentor?

"My idol's famous song has 10 million downloads." Their fans were not happy.

Well, with 10 million downloads, their fans will be happy.

"So what happened in the end? What about the mentors before?" Netizens were curious about the story in the middle, but no one responded whether it was the "My Way, My Show" program team or those artists.

Oh, it's not that there is no response at all, at least the stars who were selected are replying 'Thanks to the show crew for choosing me, you won't be disappointed'.

"I can already imagine the style of this show. The ten-level filters are full, the million-level sound repairers are always on call, and there are macaron-colored boys and girls."

"Isn't it? The show team is not disappointed or disappointed. It's not important, the important thing is that the fans are not 'disappointed'."

Spring is here, everything recovers, and it's the annual season of cutting leeks.