"Boss Shang, it's done. Here's the information for signing the Second Young Master as an agent. Please review it."

"Well, don't let him find out that I did something."

Shang Yi took the resume and looked through it. He found that the other party had a very good resume and excellent qualifications in all aspects. However, he had only been working for a week and had no work experience.

Especially in terms of appearance, she can easily beat the top stars in the entertainment industry. I don't know how she ended up being an agent, which is a thankless job.

Shang He was also lucky to be spotted by a talent scout.

Seeing his CEO's serious expression, the assistant couldn't help but feel sad: "Boss Shang, buying Xingteng will cost you all your personal assets. Is it worth it?"

Having worked as an assistant for ten years, he knew very well that Mr. Shang was not the chairman's biological son. Although he looked glamorous on the surface, he was just a diligent slave.

Shang Yi frowned and scolded: "What are you talking about? Ah He is my brother, and the entire Shang family belongs to him."

The assistant complained inwardly, "But you've been managing Shang's for all these years! And you only take such a small salary!"

After reading the resume, Shang Yi suddenly asked, "Xiao Yang, if I remember correctly, you and I graduated from the same orphanage, right?"

"I'm offering you a salary now, but I can fire you anytime, anywhere. Do you think it's worth it?"

Assistant Xiao Yang: "..."

Shang Yi ignored Niuma Xiaoyang's resentful looks, stood up, straightened his suit and tie, and ordered, "These documents have been signed, you take them and deal with them."

"Also, book a restaurant with a comfortable environment and good privacy. I'm going on a date with my girlfriend tonight."

Older single aristocrat Xiao Yang: "..."

…

Song Weijiao walked into the practice room and saw the two artists she had coached in her previous life - the movie star Qu Tongzhou and the singing queen Yan Zhiyuan.

Strangely, among the crowd of young amateurs, these two do not look outstanding.

When passing by Yan Zhiyuan, Song Weijiao looked her up and down and said dissatisfiedly, "How did you become so ugly? Your skin is not in good condition, and you haven't taken care of your body."

Yan Zhiyuan: “???”

Among this group of amateurs, she is already considered very beautiful, okay? She has not had plastic surgery, unlike those new stars whose faces are full of technological work.

As for her figure, it's a normal figure for a woman, and she's tall, 1.7 meters tall and weighs 100 kilograms. She doesn't look too unkempt, right?

The most important thing is that she wants to be a singer and make a living by her own ability. She is not an idol who debuted through a talent show. There is no need for her to be as thin as a bamboo pole when appearing on camera, right?

Song Weijiao waved his hand, as if he didn't care about her: "Forget it, just sign the contract with me first, and we can do it after your image improves."

Yan Zhiyuan: "...I've already made an agreement with Sister Xu."

Sister Xu had brought out a second-tier singer who became a bit famous, and she had more experience than Song Weijiao. She was also the first one to extend an olive branch, so Yan Zhiyuan naturally wanted to choose Sister Xu.

The main reason is that this person just got close to my face and used his full power.

In her opinion, Song Weijiao wasn't that pretty. What was the point of him being so condescending and calling her ugly?

Song Weijiao raised his voice and asked, "You want to choose that old witch? I worked so hard to train you to be a queen of the music world, and this is how you repay me with hatred?!"

Yan Zhiyuan was confused and thought that this person was sick.

…

On the first day of signing the contract, Su Ci first took Shang He to visit the company and patiently introduced the rules and regulations to him.

"...You can borrow the practice room here from time to time. There are some music materials here, but the quality is average. I'll try to get you better music materials later."

Shang He's excitement never calmed down.

"Sister, you don't have to be so nice to me. I can endure hardships and work hard. I can use whatever others can use. I will work hard and not cause any trouble to you, sister."

Su Ci replied: "But no one else is my Shang He, my artist deserves the best."

Do you deserve the best of you too?

Shang He lowered his long eyelashes to cover up the obsession and fanaticism in his eyes. The outrageous words circled on the tip of his tongue, and he swallowed them back into his stomach.

Wait a minute.

Wait a little longer, sister, I will try my best to be worthy of you. I will bring all the trophies and honors to you, then kneel down on one knee and beg for your mercy.

Because he was thinking about Su Ci, Shang He was a little absent-minded during the rest of the tour.

Before leaving, he remembered that he was a homeless man. With red ears, he asked shyly, "Sister, has the company arranged dormitory for the artists?"