"Boss, our company doesn't have any talent in this area," Huang Bin said, shrugging.

"I've already thought of the people for you: Ma Dong from CCTV and Long Danni from Hunan TV. You guys go and poach them, and I'll talk to them later."

Huang Bin nodded: "No problem, boss."

"Jay, you'll be in charge of the music director for these two shows. Then, sign any promising talents you find. You'll be in charge of the music department. As for the artists in our company, we'll need you and Teacher Fang to write some songs and produce some EPs to explore different avenues of development. We'll also invite Teacher Li Zongsheng to give us his feedback. Money isn't an issue, as long as the quality is good."

Milk Tea Wheel nodded: "No problem, boss."

“I’d forgotten. How have you been doing in Beijing lately? It’s so strange to move all of you from Taiwan to the mainland. Is there anything you’re having trouble adjusting to? If you need anything, just tell Sister Lifang and she’ll take care of it.”

Jay Chou smiled and said, "It's great. A mansion, luxury cars, lots of money, and the best music equipment. I can even make the decisions. Boss, you're so generous. The food is also good. Lao Fang and I have both gained weight recently."

Fang Wenshan nodded: "President Shen, we are very satisfied."

"I'm satisfied."

Suddenly, Huang Bo's voice rang out from the stage.

He sang "A Special Love, For a Special You." The EP released by his group only sold a few hundred copies, I think. The songs weren't really that great, and with so many big names here today, they didn't dare embarrass themselves by showing them.

The song is over.

"You sang well! Brother Bo has this talent too," Milk Tea Wheel commented.

"Brother Bo used to be in a band."

"Then why did you stop singing?" Zeng Li asked curiously.

"I know, I know," Liu Qianqian said, raising her hand.

"Because he was too ugly, and his songs were just so-so, so he faded into obscurity."

"Hey, Qianqian, why do you always stab me in the heart like a knife?" Huang Bo had just come up to the second floor when he heard Liu Qianqian talking badly about him.

"Oh, Uncle Huang Bo, you said it yourself. Don't be angry, you sang very well, I give you a thumbs up," Liu Qianqian said with a smile.

Huang Bo rolled his eyes: "If anyone else said that, I would definitely say something, but you're an exception. Who told you to be a little princess?"

Shen Fang grinned mischievously: "Alright, what Qianqian said was the truth. The current music industry still values ​​appearance, and your image is indeed not good enough. But Qianqian, don't keep attacking your Uncle Huang Bo next time; he has his pride too."

"Mmm-hmm." Liu Qianqian nodded like a chick pecking at rice.

"No, could you please stop making Xixi call me uncle? We're classmates. Goodness, you're making me sound so old. I'm in my prime!"

Liu Qianqian and Shen Fang glanced at Huang Bo and said, "Compared to us, you shouldn't be considered old."

Huang Bo gave in after seeing the look in their eyes.

"Okay, okay, I am indeed a bit old."

Everyone chuckled at the three of them's amusing antics.