[Disclaimer: This idiot doesn't hang out in the entertainment industry, doesn't chase stars, and his worldview is personal. Please don't bring it up in reality. I assume singers and actors can date but idols can't because it will ruin their reputation. The works mentioned in this article are all fictional. Please don't be rude if there are any similarities.]
Xingteng Times Culture Media.
"Sister Song, Sister Song? Are you listening to me?"
Behind the desk, the woman in a professional suit looked capable and sophisticated, but her eyes were unfocused as she stared blankly at the empty glass in her hand.
Assistant Tang Tian thought she was thirsty, so she picked up the kettle to add water. However, the woman did not hold the cup firmly, and the scalding hot water spilled all over the table.
It was not until the hot water flowed down the table and soaked through the fabric of her suit skirt that Song Weijiao screamed and jumped up from her seat in response.
"You're so clumsy! How do you do things? If you do it again, I'll just pack up and kick you out!"
"I'm sorry, Sister Song. It was my mistake. Please calm down."
Tang Tian hurriedly helped her wipe off the water stains, tidied up the desk, and then took out a document printed on A4 paper.
"This is the profile of the amateur who came for the interview. Please take a look first. You can directly introduce them to sign the contract later. Brother Kai and Sister Xu have already arrived."
Tang Tian was just a small assistant and didn't dare to urge Song Weijiao. She could only hint at it, saying that it was too late and all the promising talents had been picked up by others.
The artists managed by Sister Song are all very obscure. The two who were slightly popular had their contracts terminated last month. Now is the time when she needs replacements.
When Song Weijiao saw the amateur information, his pupils suddenly shrank. For a moment, goose bumps appeared all over his body and cold sweats streamed down his body.
It seemed as if it was not a simple resume, but a terrible death warrant.
“Bang!”
Song Weijiao knocked over the stack of documents, and the colorful papers scattered all over the floor. She stepped on the papers in her high heels and threw a sentence to Tang Tian -
"Whoever wants to take these people can do so. I'm not going to take them. Don't bother me with this matter. I have something else to do. Let's get on with it first."
Tang Tian: “…”
Sister Song only has a third-rate unpopular idol left in her hands, whose reputation has collapsed and she has been put on ice. She doesn't understand. At this time, what else can Sister Song be busy with?
Xingteng Times is a company that values performance. If Sister Song's performance is still at the bottom this year, she will face the situation of being fired by the company.
Tang Tian was about to pick up the paper when she suddenly received a message.
She quickly picked up the documents and chased after him, especially the most important one.
On the corridor, Song Weijiao stared at the time and date on his phone, his eyes filled with disbelief and surprise.
She was reborn!
Reborn on the day Shang He was signed as an artist!
Before she could calm down, Tang Tian caught up with her like a sticky candy and forced a piece of paper into her hand.
Xue Yi's paper still had her shoe prints on it.
Tang Tian panted rapidly and spoke intermittently, "Sister Song, the company was acquired, and they specifically asked to sign this amateur. It doesn't matter who signs it."
Song Weijiao's eyebrows knitted in confusion. How could it be acquired so suddenly? She didn't remember this happening in her previous life!
Which young master or young lady is this one out for fun? His family is really willing to spend money on this mediocre entertainment company.
Looking down, I saw the two big words "Shang He" written in black on the paper, and a blue ID photo was attached next to it.
The moment she saw the whole face, Tang Tian's eyes lit up and she couldn't help but let out a hiss.
"Oh my god, this amateur is so handsome! Jin Yu wants us to sign him, not just to acquire the company. He's the traffic code!"
Song Weijiao felt cold all over, and his fingers exerted so much force that he crumpled the paper. Finally, with a loud bang, the A4 paper could not bear the weight and tore into two pieces.
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