"Secretary Wei... Wei... Wei?"
A huge wave of emotion surged within me, I stammered, and only three words remained in my mind: "Save me."
Why are you here?
He asked blankly.
"What, have I disturbed you parasites who indulge in extravagance and pleasure-seeking all day long?"
"ah?"
He roared and turned to look at the other vice presidents.
The vice presidents turned pale, lowered their heads in shame, and dared not meet his gaze.
"It's only been a few years, and you've become so corrupt."
"In the early days of reform, in order to unify management, the State Administration of Radio, Film and Television brought all cultural import and export channels, such as television, film, music, novels, calligraphy and painting, under its jurisdiction, and established associations in various fields."
"When the association was first established, what oaths did you all take? We vowed to contribute to the country and the people. But look at yourselves, is this what you call contribution?"
Secretary Wei flew into a rage, the chairmen trembled with fear, some were happy and some were worried, the happy ones were naturally the masters.
"An association with eight vice presidents can't even manage the Chinese music scene. If it can't be managed, then it shouldn't be managed at all."
For the first time, the eight vice presidents looked up and stared at Secretary Wei in shock.
One of the bolder ones spoke up directly, "Secretary Wei, you don't seem to have the authority..."
"I have no rights?"
Wei Dong knew what he wanted to say and directly retorted.
"I don't have the right. Why don't you just ask your president?"
"Do you think you've become more capable just because you're a vice president? Do you think you've suddenly become a government official? Have you even bothered to check the official personnel file?"
At this moment, another vice president whispered, "Old Chang, don't say anything. The vice presidents aren't on the official payroll. If the president can make decisions arbitrarily, then the General Administration can too."
After hearing this, Vice President Chang, who was speaking, was stunned for a moment, his face flushed red, and he was speechless.
"Originally, the director asked me to come here to discuss some recent events in the music industry, but it seems that's no longer necessary. I will arrange for new personnel as soon as possible. You all better watch yourselves."
After saying that, Wei Dong turned and left.
All eight vice presidents were dismissed, leaving them slumped on their beds, some bursting into tears, regretting that they hadn't drunk the cat's urine.
"What are you all doing? I'm still the chairman, what are you afraid of?"
Luo Hua roared and looked at the door with disdain.
“I’m a full-fledged official, a proper deputy director-level cadre. What’s a secretary like him? Didn’t you see he didn’t even dare to mention me just now?”
"Even if it were the director of the State Administration of Radio, Film and Television, it would require a decision from the general assembly and a public announcement for me to step down."
As soon as he said that, all the vice presidents perked up. That's right, as long as the president doesn't fall, they'll be reinstated sooner or later.
Just then, a staff member entered the room. He glanced inside and then walked directly to the four directors.
"Director Lei, Director Zhang, Director Yang, Director Liu."
"The General Administration sent a message requesting that Chen Feng be re-evaluated as soon as possible, and that it be done in a fair and impartial manner."
"Okay, please reply to the General Administration. We will complete it as soon as possible."
The four nodded, each revealing their barely concealed delight. This employee was quite good, and they were all planning to give him a good promotion once they were promoted.
The junior employee was also suffering. Damn it, overnight, all the leaders were gone, leaving only four directors. There was nothing he could do.
However, the vice president and Luo Hua's expressions changed on the spot.
"stop!"
Just as the junior employee was about to leave, a vice president shouted sternly.
"Can you speak a little quieter? Do you think you're the vice president?"
The junior employee retorted directly, leaving the vice president speechless.
“Young man, we’ve been removed from our vice-presidential position, but the president is still here. How can you come in and report directly to four junior directors?”
One of the vice presidents, who was relatively calm, spoke up.
"President?"
The junior employee was confused: "Do we even have a president? I didn't see any announcement."
Then he looked at Lei Jun.
Lei Jun suppressed a laugh, pointed at Luo Hua, whose face was gloomy, and said, "They're talking about him."
"Director Lei, aren't you being too presumptuous? That's your chairman, how dare you address him like that?"
"President? Are you guys still dreaming?"
Zhang Jian couldn't hold back any longer and burst into a roar.
"What do you mean?"
Luo Hua had a strong, uneasy feeling.
"What do you mean? Don't you know your own limitations?"
"You really think Secretary Wei let you off the hook because he didn't have the authority to fire the chairman? You're wrong. Secretary Wei didn't mention you because the official announcement of your case had already been released on the website before he even arrived."
"You...you've been fired."
Zhang Jian said loudly.
"What? That's impossible."
Luo Hua's face showed a hint of panic as he hurriedly started searching for his phone.
The other vice presidents also started looking through their phones, opening the internal app, and accessing the bulletin board.
Then, everyone's expression changed drastically.
Luo Hua's face was visibly ashen and pale. He lay limp on the bed, knowing that he was completely finished.
......
Four o'clock in the afternoon.
"Ugh, I'm exhausted."
Chen Feng came out of the recording studio looking exhausted. Damn, these new singers are really hard to deal with. What should have been a three-hour session took twice as long to finish recording their songs.
Moreover, it was only completed with the assistance of two big names, Xu Song and Li Zongsheng. If he had guided me alone, I don't know how long it would have taken. It seems that even though I am very good, I can't help but be better at dealing with other people's shortcomings.
So he pulled Zhang Xiaopang aside and said, "In the future, when recruiting new singers, we must conduct assessments. We can't keep going like this."
Zhang Xiaopang nodded quickly.
After the recording of the thirty songs was completed, everyone except him was in high spirits.
After finishing the recording, with nothing to do, Chen Feng started surfing the internet.
As a result, a flood of negative reviews spread across the internet, all revolving around the core issue of his lack of a rating, and maliciously smearing and suppressing him.
"I came here specifically to see what was going on. Isn't that so-and-so? I looked closer and realized it's the so-called 'Wind God' that some brainless fans are talking about. I heard you're an unbeatable singer, how come you didn't even get a ranking?"
"Oh dear, how pathetic! Where have all those comments praising you gone? What do you call this? This is what you call being despised by everyone. So, don't be too arrogant."
"So what if you dominate the music charts? Without official recognition, you're just a third-rate singer. Don't think you can become a god just because you have a few songs."
"Everyone, let's go home. He's just a singer without any rating. Let's go listen to The Godfather's songs instead."
Chen Feng remained calm and continued rowing.
"Fengshen, come out and say something! We really can't hold on any longer. The enemy can reach the battlefield in three seconds, and we just can't kill them all."
Below him, tens of thousands of comments appeared instantly.
"He has no singers of any caliber, yet you call him the Wind God? That's shameful."
The comments are exactly the same; it's obviously tech-related.
"Wind God, we need your support."
On his social media account, many fans called out, but they were quickly drowned out by malicious spamming.
As for the major media outlets, they have taken making money through unethical means to a new level. They write about whatever is popular and try to gain traffic wherever possible.
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