Feng Xiaoyun and Yan Zi looked in the direction of the voice and found that the person speaking was a greasy uncle with a red face.
"Wan Ping'an, if you've had too much to drink, go to the lounge and have some rest." Wen Feifei said with a frown.
She didn't expect Wan Ping'an to jump out and cause trouble.
Wan Ping'an was the deputy director of the lyrics and music department at Tianfeng Entertainment and had always been a key member of Xue Congfu's faction. It was difficult for any artist who had a bad relationship with Xue Congfu to get good lyrics and music from their lyrics and music department.
Originally, Xue Congfu promised that after he took over the company, he would promote Wan Ping'an to be the head of the lyrics and music department, and agreed to let Wan Ping'an's son work in the performing arts department.
As a result, Xue Congfu was defeated in the last power struggle, and it was not his turn to make decisions on the company's personnel matters, so the promise he made to Wan Ping'an naturally fell through.
In addition, Wan Ping'an wrote a song for Yun Zhen and originally planned to sell it for a good price, but Yun Zhen rejected it because it did not match the overall style of the album.
Seeing Yun Zhen openly and covertly asking Feng Xiaoyun to sing a song, this new hatred added to the old grudge. Wan Ping'an, who had already drunk a lot, felt a lump in his chest and couldn't help but sneer at her.
As soon as he said this, he felt a little regretful for being impulsive, but Wen Feifei's words not only failed to persuade him, but made him even more angry.
You should know that when he was young, Wan Ping'an also wrote several songs that received good responses. He also collaborated with Wen Feifei and even pursued Wen Feifei for a while, but it all came to nothing later.
"What? As a senior in the company, you can't even tell the truth?" Wan Ping'an said with a red face and stiff neck, "What? What did I say wrong? Who knows where this kid got a few nonsense songs and thinks he is a master in songwriting? I tell you, kid, you are still far away."
"Yes, yes, yes, you are right." Feng Xiaoyun nodded.
What can we say about such people? No matter what they have experienced, they will always be the ones to blame.
He did not take the position of the head of the lyrics and music department because Yan Zi's album sales exceeded Guan Yue's.
His song was not chosen by Yunzhen because Yunzhen's appreciation level was too poor.
The reason why he failed in his pursuit of Wen Feifei was because Wen Feifei had poor vision.
Feng Xiaoyun felt that it would be too cheap to argue with such a person.
The sentence that my father Feng Jianguo often says is that your status is always determined by your opponent.
If Feng Xiaoyun regards Wan Ping'an as his opponent, then he feels that his level has been lowered.
What's another saying? The greatest disrespect you can show to someone is to ignore them.
Wan Ping'an didn't expect Feng Xiaoyun to be so cowardly. This punch felt as painful as hitting cotton.
Wen Feifei and Yun Zhen also looked at Feng Xiaoyun with new eyes. It was not easy for a boy of his age to calmly take a step back when provoked by the other party. After so many years in the entertainment industry, the two sisters could easily see that Feng Xiaoyun really didn't care or ignored it, rather than being scared.
"Hmph, I'm glad to know." Wan Ping'an was at a loss. No one would respond to his actions even though he was in this state. He just wanted to make an issue of it, but there was no issue at all, so how could he make an issue of it?
"The song is not that good, and the singer is not that good either, huh!" Wan Ping'an said casually as he turned to leave.
"Uncle in front, please wait a moment." Feng Xiaoyun shouted loudly.
"Uncle?" Wan Ping'an turned his head in confusion. Although he was a veteran in the company, he was not too old, in his 40s and not yet 50. It was the first time that a young man in his 20s called him uncle.
"That's right, it's you, sir." Feng Xiaoyun said loudly and seriously, "Don't look around. You have the least hair here. If you're going to lose hair as you get older, you should soak some goji berries in warm water to maintain your health."
"You!" What Wan Ping'an hates most is when people call him Mediterranean, and do it so loudly in front of so many people.
"Okay, let's not talk about that anymore. Didn't you just say you wanted to give me some guidance on songwriting? I wonder how you plan to do that?"
Yan Zi and Feng Xiaoyun were already the focus of the whole audience, and his voice was so loud that everyone knew that there was something exciting to watch, so they all gathered around.
"When did I..." Wan Ping'an originally wanted to ask, "When did I say I would give you some guidance?"
But the words were on the tip of his tongue, but he couldn't say them. If he really said that, how would others look at him? People like him valued face the most. Otherwise, he wouldn't have come here to pick a fight because he felt his face was rubbed against Yun Zhen for not choosing his song.
Feng Xiaoyun walked over to the stage and took the microphone. "Thank you all for coming to the celebration party for Yan Zi's album sales. To be honest, I've always felt that my lyrics and music still have a lot of room for improvement. It just so happens that a senior colleague from the company is willing to guide me today. Let's applaud this senior for his spirit of 'passing on the torch'!"
There were actually quite a few people applauding below. Some had long disliked Wan Ping'an, some wanted to have a good relationship with Feng Xiaoyun, and some simply wanted to make fun of Tianfeng Entertainment.
"Old Wan, what's going on?" Xue Congfu asked in a low voice. The struggle for power within the company was a matter of internal affairs, but outside of it, he had to maintain the company's image. Otherwise, if the company's image was damaged and the stock price plummeted, the shareholders would turn against him at any time.
"I was tricked by this guy." Wan Ping'an simply recounted the incident in a low voice. He did not dare to exaggerate and just stated the facts as they were.
He never imagined that one day, after hunting geese all day, he would have his eyes pecked by a sparrow.
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