"I've asked my whole family to download all those eleven songs."
"You think you can brag about downloading the game all over the place? I asked every employee in my factory to open a few accounts to download the game, and I'll pay them a month's overtime pay!"
"You are all my brothers. Each of the 131 employees in my company must lead ten people to download, and you will be paid 1,000 yuan!"
"The big brother above is awesome, are you the Taoist who inherited your father's millions of dollars?"
“…”
Seeing such a united scene, the chairman felt like there was a piece of shit stuck in his throat, and he was unable to express his pain.
I was just about to say that I must defend the Conferred God Plan and that it cannot be postponed.
Now, "Can We Not Meet Again" has been pushed to fifth place, and it will be a bit stressful to win the championship again.
When other management and senior executives read these comments, the entire conference room fell into deathly silence.
Everyone's mind flashed through the hype tactics used by the Creation Camp in the past two days and the deliberate publicity of the 1-11 result.
Now……
This result seemed like a joke, and it made Chuangying be nailed to the pillar of shame!
"Chairman, I... want to report something to you." The head of the composition department felt it necessary to divert the chairman's anger.
Otherwise, everyone present tonight will be scolded.
Soon, the head of the composition department told the whole story of Lin Shiyi's job search at Chuangying.
Including the news about Han Sheng and Chuangying’s communication issues were also brought up.
At this moment, no one can withstand the chairman's anger.
We can only bring in Han Sheng to take the blame!
"Han Sheng?"
The chairman frowned, and things began to become complicated.
"Very good, very good. Reject a job application from a talent who can force a top composer into such an embarrassing situation."
The chairman glanced at the head of the composing department with an angry look on his face, and said softly, "The Conferred God Plan will be postponed for a month. In September and October, take out those two trump cards."
“But...what about November? Teacher Bian only has two trump cards left…” The head of the composition department was sweating profusely. Who could have thought that he was just doing a favor for Chu Xingchu in the beginning, but now he has become a thorn in the side of Chuangyingchu.
He cursed in his heart: "Damn you, Han Sheng, you ruined my chance to start a new camp!"
“Please invite Zhong Shen to help Bian Miaomiao write a song to hit the charts in November.” After the chairman said this, he announced the adjournment of the meeting room.
In the chairman's opinion, no matter how strong Lin Shiyi is, he can only stop August, right?
No matter how talented you are, your energy is limited.
Tonight, the entire entrepreneurship camp is living in a depressing atmosphere.
How happy they were a few days ago, how depressed they are now.
If there is anyone who can empathize with Chuangying's current situation, it is none other than Chuxing.
Except for the composition department, all departments in Hatsuei have gone off work.
The employees of the composition department were waiting for Manager Lai to treat them to a sumptuous dinner at a five-star hotel.
In the office, Manager Lai had a gloomy face and kept flipping through the reviews in "Dignity".
"Fuck, is this Lin Shiyi crazy? How can he handle any type of game?"
He almost endured tremendous psychological pressure to look directly at Lin Shiyi's terrifying side.
Even mental problems arose.
This is not the supervisor's fault.
He was originally sent to take over this position, but who would have thought that the previous supervisor would leave him such a big hole.
There is no way to fill the hole.
Whenever he felt that he was about to step on Lin Shiyi's head and make the entire Zhanhua suffer a setback, Lin Shiyi would always use a kind of strength to tell himself to stop dreaming.
This huge psychological gap made Manager Lai exhausted, so much so that he finally said the most cursed words in a helpless tone: "You motherless bastard, son of a bitch!"
The composers outside saw that their supervisor had not shown any intention of calling them off for supper, so a silver medal composer, with everyone's expectations, knocked on the door and asked:
"Boss, are we still celebrating tonight?"
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