Xiao He flipped through the music scores in his hand. Some of them were old and yellowed, looking quite old, but some were still brand new.
She believed in Song Feiguang's creative talent, but if it were someone else, these music scores would obviously not be enough.
"Besides these, do you have any other evidence?"
"have!"
Song Feiguang nodded firmly and carefully handed over the phone he had been holding in his hand.
The screen is cracked and looks very old.
"This was a gift my parents gave me when I won the Birch Cup. They told me to use it to record my songwriting inspiration. I haven't deleted a single one in the past five years."
Luo Yinglian would never have thought that this mobile phone that Song Feiguang had held tightly in the fire, this mobile phone that she had disliked countless times and asked to be replaced, recorded every creative experience of Song Feiguang in the past five years.
He composed the music over and over again, hummed it over and over again, revised it repeatedly, and finally finalized the music, all on this mobile phone.
Because it was a gift from his mother, Song Feiguang usually never let anyone touch it, but today, he held it in both hands and presented it to Xiao He.
Xiao He saw the seriousness on his face and did not answer.
"Take it, you'll need it later."
After saying that, he took him directly into the car and prepared to go home.
Along the way, Song Feiguang sat in the passenger seat without saying a word, his dark and bright eyes seemed to be covered with a layer of haze.
He clenched his teeth, as if trying to suppress the anger in his heart.
He walked straight to Xiao He's house and into this unfamiliar place. He asked directly:
"Should I sleep in the storage room?"
Such a calm tone.
After all, he had lived in a storage room for five years before this.
Xiao He: "I don't have a storage room at home."
Hearing this, Song Feiguang was stunned for a moment.
"Where do you put the junk?"
Xiao He: "..."
Glancing at the mops, brooms, and sundries placed in the space.
Space is a scarce superpower in the end times.
Having space is like having a mobile milk bag and gas station, carrying a warehouse and a home on your body, and is even more popular than offensive abilities.
All the superpowers treat space like their ancestors and pamper it. Xiao He was the same before, until he came to this world...
The sacred space power gradually degenerated into a storage room.
If former teammates saw this, they would definitely exclaim what a waste of talent.
Under Song Feiguang's puzzled gaze, Xiao He took him to one of the rooms.
"You'll live here from now on. I'll go to the company to get the contract and sign the agency agreement today. Is that okay?"
Song Feiguang was now determined to take revenge and nodded immediately.
"Okay, the sooner the better."
Leaving the other person at home to familiarize himself with the environment, Xiao He quickly returned to the company.
Although it was already getting late, Blue Star Entertainment was still bustling with people.
As an entertainment company, there are staff on duty here even at three o'clock in the morning.
Xiao He directly asked Brother Jian for a new contract.
The other party was very curious.
"Are you going to sign a new artist? Is it for variety shows or film and television?"
“He’s a singer.”
Hearing this, Brother Jian was even more surprised.
"Aren't you not interested in singing? Who's so amazing that you'd make an exception? What's their name?"
Xiao He: "Song Feiguang."
When Brother Jian heard the name, his eyes widened.
"Isn't he the one you mentioned last time... But isn't he disfigured?"
“The most important thing for a singer is his voice.”
Xiao He explained, thought for a moment, and added, "Also, Song Feiguang is the host who sang 'Abyss'. To be precise, he didn't sing a cover, he wrote the song."
When Brother Jian heard the first half of the sentence, he was a little shocked. After all, the news about the cover host had spread throughout the company, and he was planning to find someone to participate in the show.
But when Xiao He finished the second half of the sentence, his expression suddenly changed.
"What?! Wasn't 'The Abyss' written by Gu Tao?"
Xiao He shook his head.
"He took Song Feiguang's manuscripts, including "The Abyss" and "9.6 Million". Gu Tao can't write songs at all."
She briefly recounted what had happened, and Brother Jian's expression gradually changed from disbelief at first to extremely serious and solemn.
He was silent for a long time, then asked, "How sure are you that this is true?"
The fact that the song ranked first on the show was stolen is a serious matter.
"Nine out of ten."
Xiao He said, "Originally, I wanted to announce it directly, but you are the person in charge of 'Singer-Songwriter'. If I announce it directly, it will inevitably affect the program, so I want to discuss it with you first."
Hearing this, Brother Jian nodded quickly.
"You should think about it carefully."
He was shocked and slowly began to digest the news.
"What do you think? Brother Jian, do you plan to continue hiding it? Or find a chance to expose it?" Xiao He asked while observing his expression.
Brother Jian was still considering it, but when he heard this, he suddenly opened his eyes wide.
"Am I that kind of person?"
Indeed, this matter concerns the future of the show.
Considering Gu Tao's current popularity, some people may choose to keep quiet and conceal the truth.
But as a former singer's agent, if he doesn't even have this awareness, how can he continue to work in this industry?
"Publicize it! Not only for the competition, but also because I hate plagiarizing other people's work. Do you know how hard it is to write a song?"
Brother Jian clenched his fists and spoke indignantly, as if he had suffered the same kind of pain before.
Xiao He felt relieved when he heard this.
"I want to hold a meeting of the company's top management tomorrow to discuss this matter with everyone."
"Ah? If you call a meeting, will they come?"
Brother Jian looked skeptical.
It has always been the company's top management who sent meeting notices to employees, and this is the first time I've heard of employees holding a company meeting in return.
Stop joking.
Xiao He thought about it.
“You can give it a try.”
After saying that, he took out his cell phone and called the general manager, hoping that he could help notify other senior executives to attend the meeting.
When the general manager learned of this idea, he couldn't understand it either.
"You have a high-level company meeting tomorrow. Did I hear that correctly? Our company's meetings require two weeks' notice and must be strictly planned and prepared at all levels before they can be held."
Xiao He: "What I want to talk about is related to the company's plans and profits for next year."
"Singer-Songwriter" has been listed by Blue Star Entertainment as the most important project for next year, and all future work will revolve around it.
If something goes wrong, it will naturally affect the entire company.
Hearing this, the general manager hesitated.
Based on his understanding of Xiao He, she would not say such a thing if the matter was not really serious.
"Okay, I'll go tell everyone, but I'm not sure if they'll go."
After hanging up the phone, the general manager immediately edited a message in the company's senior management group:
[Is everyone free tomorrow? One of my employees has an important matter and would like to discuss it with everyone in a meeting.]
As soon as the message was sent out, it immediately caused public ridicule.
[Employees asked us to go to a meeting? Is that the wrong thing?]
[I'm very busy tomorrow and need to rest at home. I don't have time.]
[These days, employees dare to order their bosses to hold meetings. This is truly a decline in moral standards.]
Seeing these replies, the general manager was not surprised at all and said, "This employee is Xiao He."
The group was silent for a few seconds, and then said:
[Huh? Just a small agent, she asked us to go to a meeting, and we went to a meeting? I'm a department manager after all, and I have a lot of things to do tomorrow!]
【Are you going then? 】
[Nonsense! We have to go anyway.]
【……】
Xiao He said it might affect the company's performance this year, and it definitely will. How could I not go for something so important?
【Let’s go and have a look, what if something really happened? 】
[Only if Xiao He had suggested it would I have agreed. If it were any other employee, I'd probably have fired them tomorrow morning just because they stepped through the door with their left foot.]
The general manager looked at this group of strong colleagues and replied to Xiao He.
Xiao He glanced at his phone and smiled happily.
“They agreed.”
Brother Jian was watching in amazement.
It's only been ten minutes, right?
Those usually arrogant and self-centered company executives just nodded like that?
Is it a sudden change of character, or is he being particularly hypocritical towards Xiao He?
Brother Jian looked at Xiao He carefully for a while and said, "How do you do your job as an agent like a CEO? Teach me, I want to learn."
Soon, Xiao He left the company with the contract.
When I got home, I opened the door and found that Xia Zhibei and Xia Zhinan had already returned. They were staring at Song Feiguang.
Song Feiguang stood there stiffly, letting the two children's eyes roam over him.
There were wounds on his face. If it were the old him, he would definitely not be able to stand such an inquiring look, but now, he is no longer the Song Feiguang of the past. He is Song Feiguang, who has only hatred in his heart.
So he raised his head and stood straight.
The boy may think that he looks very domineering now, but he doesn't know that in the eyes of others, he looks like a standard-bearer being inspected in the square, and a little cute.
Song Feiguang just stood there, but found that the two children in front of him did not seem to be afraid of his face.
Under normal circumstances, let alone children of this age, even adults would be frightened and scream when seeing his appearance, and then avoid him and dare not even look at him.
But although the two children in front of him were looking at him, there was no trace of strangeness or fear in their eyes, only clean and pure.
I couldn't do anything about it for a while.
So the two sides were deadlocked, and only William looked calm, walking back and forth between them diligently, tidying his clothes and carrying his schoolbag.
Wait until Xiao He pushed the door open.
"Xiaobei and Xiaonan go do your homework first. Song Feiguang come over and sign the contract with me."
Hearing this, Song Feiguang finally breathed a sigh of relief, walked over quickly, took the contract and was about to sign it.
"Don't you want to take a look at the content above?" Xiao He asked.
"As long as you can help me get revenge, I can accept any conditions."
Although the young man in front of him had left the dark storage room, he seemed to have entered another vicious circle and was almost overwhelmed by hatred.
After signing the contract, Xiao He put the documents away and said, "After dinner, take a rest and recharge your batteries. I'll go out and buy you some props to prepare for the live broadcast at twelve o'clock."
Song Feiguang was a little hesitant.
"Do you still want to broadcast live?"
With so much happening today, he was in no mood to sing.
But the more I don’t want to sing, the more I have to sing.
"Haven't you already promised your netizens? Not only do you have to live stream, you also have to turn on the camera."
Hearing this, Song Feiguang's expression became even more resistant, and even a little nervous.
Xiao He knew what he was worried about, so he turned around and opened the drawer. Using the action of taking something out of it, he found a black mask from the space.
Unlike the masks we usually see, this mask can just cover the lower half of the face, and the size fits Song Feiguang's face very well. The pure black metal material flashes with a cold light, making the boy in front of him more mysterious.
"Just put this on."
Hearing this, Song Feiguang relaxed a little and loosened his clenched hands, only to find that his palms were already covered with sweat.
He reached out and touched the mask on his face.
I thought Xiao He wanted him to expose his entire face to the camera.
If that happens, the audience will definitely be scared away, right?
night.
Song Feiguang sat in front of the computer.
Surrounding him were the live broadcast equipment Xiao He had urgently purchased, including a better microphone, a clearer camera, and a full set of lighting and music software.
Compared to the past when he was alone in the storage room, live streaming on his mobile phone, it was a world of difference.
The show starts on time at twelve o'clock.
After a whole day of promotion, the number of followers in the live broadcast room has exceeded 800,000, and the comment section is already bustling with activity before the live broadcast officially begins.
When Song Feiguang's figure appeared on the screen, everyone cheered.
[The host has revealed his face!]
[Wow, what a unique outfit! The host’s eyes are so pretty! Love it!]
[She looks so young. I didn't expect her singing skills to be so good. When I listened to her songs before, I felt that every detail of her singing was handled with great maturity. I thought she was quite old.]
Seinfeld sat nervously in front of the camera.
The first time he saw a live broadcast with so many people, the number of people online shown in the upper left corner of the screen had exceeded 100,000 and was still increasing.
Holding the microphone, I was at a loss. I followed the prepared procedure and spoke nervously:
"Hello everyone, I'm Song Feiguang, I'd like to sing you a song called 'Abyss'. Thank you for your support."
Xiao He immediately played the accompaniment.
As the music slowly came, Song Feiguang's body slowly relaxed, and when he spoke again, he was already in the mood.
The melodious singing voice is transmitted to the ears of every audience in the live broadcast room through more perfect sound reception, making people intoxicated.
[This is it! It's like being at a live concert, and it feels even better than the one in the video!]
[My younger brother is really good at singing!]
[Not debuting yet?]
Seeing such comments, Song Feiguang was greatly encouraged and his voice unconsciously raised several tones, bringing the atmosphere in the live broadcast room to the highest point.
After the song ended, he seemed to come back to life, and the light in his eyes reappeared.
Next, he sang several more songs, whether they were cheerful, sad, or even rap, he performed with ease.
The live broadcast lasted two hours, and although it was already late at night, the number of viewers in the live broadcast room only increased.
This is not a live broadcast, it's more like a small concert.
Song Feiguang had beads of sweat on his forehead and was completely immersed in the ocean of singing. The more he sang, the more cheerful he felt.
As the live broadcast came to an end, Xiao He placed two music scores in front of him.
"Next, let's sing two new songs."
When they met on the road in the afternoon, Song Feiguang gave Xiao He all his creations in the past five years, a total of 12 songs. When he was singing just now, Xiao He selected two more songs from them.
Song Feiguang was in high spirits at the moment. Seeing the songs he had written, he immediately said, "The next two songs are written by me. I hope everyone likes them."
When these words were spoken, the barrage of comments was shocked.
[What?! My little brother can write songs!]
[Not only are you a great singer, but you're also a great songwriter. The music industry would be a huge loss without you!]
[Writing a song is not difficult, but writing a good song is not. Let's listen to it first to see if it sounds good.]
…
Because these two songs had never been released to the public before and had no accompaniment, Song Feiguang turned around and picked up Xiao He's newly bought guitar, gently plucking the strings with his fingertips, and a string of crisp music flowed out.
Accompanied by the sound of guitar, Song Feiguang sang a cappella.
The two songs Xiao He selected are very suitable for a cappella singing. The simple guitar accompaniment, coupled with the host's clean voice, is undoubtedly a pleasure.
The number of comments in the live broadcast room is gradually decreasing, but the number of viewers is only increasing.
Everyone is already addicted to it.
Song Feiguang sang two songs in one breath before finally stopping, looking at the screen in the live broadcast room with a somewhat disordered breathing.
It's clean, without a single comment.
Just when his heart was beating fast, the barrage of comments suddenly moved.
[I admit, I spoke a little too loudly just now.]
This comment seemed to be unsealed in an instant, and more and more comments gushed out, layer upon layer, making it almost impossible to see the words.
[Sounds great!]
[Which window did God close for you?]
[Release the song? I want to download it!]
…
Is this what it feels like to be recognized and liked?
When Gu Tao participated in the competition with his song, the response was enthusiastic. Song Feiguang felt at that time that this was the happiest thing in the world.
But he didn't expect that when he actually sang as a composer and saw the audience's reaction, it would be ten times more...
No.
That is a hundred times the joy!
It turns out that this is the real satisfaction.
Song Feiguang felt like he was walking on clouds. The corners of his mouth under the mask rose uncontrollably, and he couldn't suppress his joy.
He was still not satisfied until the end of the live broadcast.
"Can I continue to live broadcast like this in the future?" he asked his agent.
Xiao He shook his head.
“It’s a little difficult.”
Song Feiguang's eyes darkened instantly.
Xiao He continued, "Because you'll be releasing albums, appearing on TV shows, and holding solo concerts in the future, your schedule will be very busy. Even if you want to live stream, you'll have to make time for it."
Hearing this, Song Feiguang, who was already disappointed, looked up in surprise, as if he couldn't believe it.
“Can this really be done?”
Xiao He turned off the computer and equipment and asked, "Who do you think signed the contract with you?"
Song Feiguang was stunned.
He only loves singing and actually doesn't know much about the entertainment industry.
But Gu Tao and Luo Yinglian often mentioned before that Xiao He was a gold medal agent, so Gu Tao tried every means to sign a contract with her.
And now, Xiao He has signed a contract with himself!
If she says yes, then it must be yes!
The next day, Xiao He took Song Feiguang to the company for a meeting.
In the conference room, ministers, executives, managers, general managers, and all the top executives of the head office were present.
The general manager walked in and started cursing.
When he usually holds meetings, the number of people is never as large as it is now!
How did Xiao He achieve such great appeal?
What kind of agent is this?
Just become a manager!
Xiao He brought Song Feiguang to the conference room and met Brother Jian who was waiting outside.
"Is he Seinfeld?"
Brother Jian looked at the young man in front of him.
Although he was wearing a mask and his skin was covered tightly, the area of the burn was so large that some marks could still be seen from the edge of the mask.
Compared to five years ago, the boy has grown a lot taller, but his pair of dark eyes are still as bright as in memory.
Shortly after the fire broke out and the incident was reported in the newspaper, he had paid attention to this poor boy and knew that he was a good singer and had won many awards.
But it’s a pity that after what happened, he might not be able to enter the entertainment industry, but now signing with the company seems to have brought him a glimmer of hope.
If you were to ask who else in the world could make Song Feiguang famous.
Then there will be no one else except Xiao He.
Thinking of this, Brother Jian sighed deeply and said slowly, "Go in."
Everyone is present in the conference room.
Xiao He walked in with Song Feiguang and said directly: "I invited everyone here today because I want my newly signed singer to sing two songs for you."
As soon as these words were spoken, everyone's eyes widened.
Isn’t this meeting about the company’s plans for next year?
"I know, I know, I know you signed a new person, but you don't have to show off to us like this, right?"
Xiao He smiled and continued, "The songs he will be singing are 'Abyss' and '9.6 Million', which he composed himself."
As soon as he finished speaking, the general manager immediately raised his hand to interrupt.
"Wait, wasn't 'Abyss' the top song in the first round of 'Singer-Songwriter'? I remember the contestant's name was Gu Tao, so how come he wrote the song?"
The others nodded as well.
"And '9.6 Million'? I think that's the song he's going to sing in the second round, right?"
The biggest rule of "Singer-Songwriter" is that contestants must sing songs they wrote themselves. Now what Xiao He said doesn't seem to be right.
Xiao He's tone was firm: "These two songs were written by Song Feiguang, but Gu Tao took them away for the competition."
As soon as these words were spoken, everyone present instantly understood why Xiao He said that today's meeting was related to the company's earnings next year.
"Singer-Songwriter" is very popular now, and the most popular person in the show is Gu Tao.
Although the competition has only been going on for one round, Gu Tao has already won countless fans with his excellent singing skills and songwriting talent. Many record companies have come to inquire about him, and even Blue Star Entertainment has begun planning to help him release an album in the future.
But now Xiao He said that all his songs were stolen?
If this matter were to come to light, it would definitely affect the entire show.
Everyone suddenly quieted down and frowned in thought.
At the same time, Seinfeld had already slowly begun to sing.
A beautiful song rang out in the conference room. It was completely different from Gu Tao's, and was even slightly better than his.
Everyone immediately began to struggle between conscience and desire.
After the two songs were finished, they entered into a heated discussion.
After a full ten minutes, he finally said:
"In three days' time, during the second round of the 'Singer-Songwriter' competition, Seinfeld will be a guest. If you can provide evidence that convinces the entire audience, your spot in the competition will be transferred to another person."
This matter is of no small importance.
Although it was troublesome, they were also very glad that Xiao He discovered it early and there was still a chance to save it.
If the incident is not exposed until the game is completely over, it will turn into a scandal and become a real big trouble.
"good."
This was exactly what Xiao He wanted, so he agreed immediately.
Seeing this, everyone breathed a sigh of relief.
As soon as Xiao He left, the general manager sent a message to the publicity department: [For the next three days, increase publicity for the next round of "Singer-Songwriter." Invest in advertising on all major platforms to maximize audience growth and prepare for the later stages. The first wave of traffic is coming soon.]
No matter what the result is, it will definitely cause an uproar once the next episode is aired!
Just as the Propaganda Department began to prepare intensively for the second round of competition, Xiao He took Song Feiguang to meet Huo An and others who were in training.
Xiao He has all kinds of artists under his command, but there are no singers. And looking around, they are all tone-deaf and can kill people with their voices.
After hearing Xiao He's introduction, Xu Yizhou, who had once single-handedly lowered the movie's rating by 0.1, almost burst into tears.
"We finally have someone who can sing here. We don't have to worry about future annual party performances!"
"I know you. I was there during the live broadcast last night. I didn't expect you to sign a contract with the captain!"
"Song Feiguang, your singing is really beautiful!"
Several people were discussing enthusiastically, looking at the young man in front of them with curiosity.
Song Feiguang stood there motionless, somewhat uncomfortable with such enthusiasm.
When they set off at noon, Xiao He only told him to meet other artists, but he didn't expect that they were all top stars.
Even he, who doesn't pay much attention to the entertainment industry, has seen their works.
Song Feiguang was a little uncomfortable. Seeing them getting closer, he suddenly raised his hand and took off his mask, and the mottled scars on his face were instantly exposed to the sunlight.
Everyone was stunned.
Then he was seen taking off his coat, leaving only a loose T-shirt. The scars left by the flames could be clearly seen spreading from his face to his body.
They immediately gasped.
The cheerful atmosphere suddenly became solemn. Even Xu Yizhou and Wen Keke, who usually loved to joke, looked serious and stopped talking.
Song Feiguang didn't dare to look at their eyes, but just whispered:
"I'm going to put something away."
After saying that, he quickly turned and left.
Watching his departing figure, Huo An asked in a low voice: "Captain, his injuries..."
"It was burned by fire."
Xiao He recounted in detail everything that had happened to Song Feiguangsheng over the past five years, from the fire to his being deceived by Luo Yinglian, and finally discovering the truth and leaving.
After hearing this, everyone shed tears.
The artists that Xiao He has brought with him have all had some tragic experiences to varying degrees, so they can better understand Song Feiguang's feelings.
"Five years. I don't know how he managed to survive."
Several people sighed.
Xiao He said, "I've finished telling you Song Feiguang's story. Are you heartbroken? Are you moved?"
Everyone nodded and walked towards the training ground with sad faces. Ten minutes later, they suddenly realized something was wrong.
Huo An looked at the sandbag Xiao He brought over and became alert on the spot.
"That's not right, Captain. Why did my load increase by another three kilograms?"
Others also protested.
"And why is my training plan half an hour longer?"
"We can cry and be moved, but why are we the ones being given extra training?"
According to the usual practice, isn't this training for new recruits?
They were just waiting to see the show, but Song Feiguang was resting nearby, and the training tasks of others became more difficult.
This is unscientific.
Xiao He: "Song Feiguang was once in a fire, and over 45% of his body is covered in scars. His sweat glands have been damaged, making it difficult for him to perspire. He can't do strenuous exercise, so his health has been poor."
"He lost the last time he fought Luo Yinglian and Gu Tao. You guys train well. If you meet them again in the future, I'll be counting on you."
Song Feiguang is weak and frail, so he cannot go up and can only leave the physical output to others.
In this case, if we don’t give them more training, who else should we give it to?
What if I lose a fight in the future, where will I put my face?
Xiao He was worried.
Xia Zhibei and Xia Zhinan were standing nearby. After hearing these words, they felt that Xiao He's worries were completely unnecessary.
With the fighting power of my brothers and sisters, how could they possibly lose?
If he continued practicing, he might beat Luo Yinglian and Gu Tao to death on the spot, right?
After hearing what Xiao He said, Wen Keke waved her fist, smashing the red bricks on the ground with one punch, and said, "So that's how it is. Then I'll practice some more."
After saying that, he added two more bricks.
The others nodded in agreement, waved their hands, and said directly, "Come on! Give me another five kilograms of weight. Next time we meet, I will beat those two beasts to a pulp!"
For a time, the enthusiasm for on-site training was extremely high.
On the left, Huo An practiced high-speed sprinting repeatedly with a sandbag, hoping to kill Luo Yinglian and Gu Tao with a head-on collision if he met them again.
On the right, Wen Keke broke the bricks with one punch and was ready to beat them to death with ease.
Chao Yan danced the sleeves in her hands with a rustling sound, with an elegant posture, probably preparing to beat the two people to death.
Even Zhong Zichuan cooperated with William, one commanding and the other diving, with tacit cooperation.
Xu Yizhou looked left and right, and felt that he could not be at a disadvantage, so he simply pulled out a white knife from his bag and swung it vigorously.
The flashing of swords and the shadow of sabers conceal murderous intent.
The two little ones were stunned.
Xia Zhibei quickly covered his brother's eyes.
"Xiao Nan, we children can't watch these bloody scenes."
After saying that, he quickly pulled him away.
On the other side, Xiao He was taking Song Feiguang for basic training.
He has a special physical condition and cannot perform many trainings. His body has been damaged in the past five years. Fortunately, he is young now and still has a chance to adjust.
In the future, you can start with dietary supplements to nourish his body, and then add some simple exercises to maintain the intensity that the body can bear.
Xia Zhibei has also been undergoing diet therapy recently, so we can do it together.
So when it was time to eat, Song Feiguang found a bowl of baby milkshake in front of him.
After a second of hesitation, he turned to look at the two children beside him and found that his diet was the same as theirs.
“Why should I eat this too?”
"This is a diet plan designed by a nutritionist specifically for Xiaonan and Xiaobei. Drinking a bowl a day can help you stay healthy. I've asked around, and it's okay for you given your current condition," Xiao He explained.
Hearing this, Song Feiguang hesitated for a while before finally finishing his drink slowly.
As soon as they finished eating, Xia Zhibei and Xia Zhinan ran over excitedly with the game.
"Brother, let's play games together!"
Song Feiguang looked down, but shook his head and said with a lack of interest: "I'm not in the mood to play games now."
After saying that, he turned around and went back to the room.
"Doesn't he like us?" Xia Zhibei looked at Xiao He worriedly.
The two of them like Song Feiguang very much. After all, he is the one closest in age to the twins among all of them.
Xiao He: "He just needs some time to think it through."
The fire five years ago destroyed Song Feiguang's world.
He always thought that he was the one who killed his parents.
Five years later, he discovered the truth and realized that Luo Yinglian, whom he regarded as a benefactor, was actually his enemy, which once again shattered his world.
From the moment they met again, Xiao He clearly felt that Song Feiguang had begun to be wary of everyone, with only revenge in his mind.
If you want him to let go of his worries, you have to make sure those two people get the punishment they deserve.
Fortunately, the second round of "Singer-Songwriter" is about to begin.
Because of the great success of the first round of "Singer-Songwriter", the program attracted countless fans. In addition, the company's vigorous promotion during this period, when the second round of competition began, the number of people watching the online live broadcast had doubled.
The venue was packed, except for the first row, which was left vacant.
Seeing that the show was about to begin, the staff became a little anxious. They were wondering which audience members were so unruly and had not yet entered the venue, but suddenly they saw a group of people walking out from the backstage and walking towards the first row along the staff passage.
The staff took a closer look and saw that all those people had extraordinary demeanor and were wearing suits that looked very valuable. They all sat down in the empty seats in unison.
Unlike other spectators, they did not bring any people or props with them, and their expressions were serious, more like they were here to inspect the work.
"Who are those people?" the staff couldn't help but ask.
The assistant director looked extremely nervous. He glanced over there and said, "That's the general manager, manager, and department head of Blue Star Entertainment."
Hearing this, the people around were suddenly shocked.
"Why are they coming to watch the game too?!"
The assistant director whispered, "We received news yesterday that the company's top management would be coming to the show and asked us to be prepared. Even the PR department and logistics team are coming. It seems like something big is going to happen."
From today on, the scene was filled with a tense atmosphere of impending storm.
At this point, the other staff members also became nervous, rubbed the backs of their hands, and laughed dryly:
"What could be the big deal? It can't be that something happened to Gu Tao, right? He's the most popular person on the show right now."
Backstage.
Gu Tao and Luo Yinglian also heard the news of the arrival of the company's senior management and were overjoyed.
"Son, they must be here because of you! You are the focus of today's game. Maybe after this round of games, you can sign the contract in advance!"
Gu Tao's face was full of pride.
"What's Song Feiguang? Even without him, I'd still be the champion!"
After saying that, he stood up and went to try to get close to Brother Jian.
He hadn't noticed at all that the program director had been acting coldly, almost icy, towards him these past few days.
At the same time, a car slowly stopped at the back door of the TV station.
Xiao He got out of the car with the boy and was walking towards this side.
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