Chapter 37: Stagnant Water

Secretary Liu, sitting in the passenger seat of a low-key black Bentley, glanced quickly in the rearview mirror.

Boss Cheng was leaning back in his chair with his eyes closed, his hand pressed against his forehead.

The face with deep and delicate features had a hint of cold fatigue, but was still beautiful beyond words.

Secretary Liu let out a barely audible sigh. The entertainment project boss had never taken on a project before, and now he was being single-handedly entrusted with such a heavy responsibility. Just reading through the profiles of the various artists under his management would take him days, not to mention the numerous resources within the industry he needed to delve deeper into.

I stayed in the office all night last night. Even a strong body wouldn't be able to bear such long-term exertion. I'd better report to the old man.

Just as he was thinking this, Secretary Liu immediately met the eyes that suddenly opened in the rearview mirror.

The deep black is tinged with a strange steel blue, still as deep and cold as the sea of ​​stars and the bottomless void.

He shuddered immediately and silently erased the idea of ​​telling tales from his mind.

"Go check out that new guy carefully."

Hearing the low and hoarse command, Secretary Liu immediately looked up in surprise, but the eyes in the rearview mirror had closed again, and the dark eyelashes cast a small shadow under his eyelids.

Secretary Liu could only silently withdraw his gaze and start preparing to make a phone call.

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But in the other black car window, the atmosphere was not so good.

Wei Lan was biting her fingers and looking out the window, her mind still replaying all the scenes just now. Finally, she couldn't help but sneer.

"Are newcomers so arrogant nowadays? Do they really think they will become a big star?"

For a long while, the air remained quiet.

She frowned and looked at the front passenger seat, raised her voice and called out,

"Yan Yi?"

The agent looked up from the rearview mirror and smiled calmly.

"Most newcomers in Shengshi are still well-behaved and sensible."

He lowered his head and looked at the profile of the man wearing sunglasses and leaning against the wall in the blind spot of Sister Yi on the phone screen. He remembered the sentence "It makes no difference to me who I work for." The curve of Yan Yi's lips deepened, and he continued,

"It's just that this one is particularly special."

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In the Shengshi Building, Shen Pianxian, who had just toured the dormitory and listened to the agent's explanation, widened his eyes in disbelief and pointed to the ceiling.

"So you mean, the floor above mine is the president's office?"

"Yes." Cui Mao gave her an affirmative answer without changing his expression.

Shen Pianxian stared at him for a while, and after making sure that this damn bald uncle was not joking, he turned his eyes away and shrugged.

"Okay, so who's my roommate?"

Cui Mao turned on his phone screen to show her his roommate's information.

"The captain of a female group from China's 18th-tier, her name is Wen Renxue. Their group doesn't have a very good reputation, but the captain herself is very popular and is said to have a very good temper and is very gentle."

"She has such a good temper, why doesn't any of her teammates want to live in a double dormitory with her?"

Shen Pianxian was always very good at getting to the point when asking questions, and Manager Cui got stuck on this question.

However, Shen Pianxian didn't care. She thought that she would be busy after joining the group and would not have much chance to interact with her roommates.

For now, let’s just pass the level with Boss Cheng first.

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At 2:30 in the afternoon, Shen Pianxian arrived at the president's office on time with her agent and the signed contract.

Cheng Zhiyuan had not arrived yet, and they were invited in by a beautiful female secretary.

This is an office with luxurious materials but simple furnishings and cool tones.

There were no decorative decorations on the walls, the books on the bookshelves were neatly arranged, and there were no photos on the desk. Only the three words "Cheng Zhiyuan" were written coldly in black on the chairman's work card.

The entire office is just like its owner, cold and aloof, without any human presence at all.