Misfortunes never come alone, the studio also went bankrupt...
The old city where Yangliu'an is located is the most lively place in Dengyuan.
Within a one-kilometer radius, there are several residential communities with exceptional housing types, a public park, the city's best hospital, and a cluster of prestigious schools from kindergarten to high school. And of course, there's the Dengyuan Museum, brimming with cultural and artistic atmosphere.
On the first day of the long holiday, a joyful holiday atmosphere permeated everywhere. In the streets and alleys surrounding the residential complex, steamers at a bun shop belched white steamers, the owner of a custom dress shop chatted with customers, and a passing child, holding her mother's hand, jumped across a puddle.
That’s great, Wen Zichuan thought, but it’s a pity that this joy has nothing to do with people who have no money.
He got on the bus back, and during the long and boring ride, he began to look through the news that he had not had time to read.
As expected, from Weibo to WeChat, everything went viral.
The top post was from Dengyuan's official media, saying that after the Voice Actor Festival performance ended last night, fans of voice actor An Jie blindly followed cars and blocked traffic arteries for a long time, seriously disrupting public order. The official called on artists to manage their fans well, and to pay more attention to traffic and artistic ethics.
This sentence seems to be euphemistic, but it is actually serious and puts the responsibility directly on Anjie.
Wen Zichuan recalled the scene last night. He had stepped out for some fresh air when he ran into Su Zhuo, the artist coordinator for Second Voice. Su Zhuo anxiously told him that Mr. An's car was blocked by fans and that it was extremely chaotic outside, so he asked him to leave later.
He decided to rest for another half an hour, thinking it was better to do less, and since his stomach was aching. But half an hour later, the VIP channel was closed, forcing him to use the main entrance and leave through the National Exhibition Center Plaza.
Continuing to scroll through the page, fans took a video and posted it online, saying that Teacher An and the staff were stuck in a car for twenty minutes. True fans came out one after another, insulting the sasaeng fans for being unethical and accusing the Second Voice of ruining the event and hurting Teacher An.
Most of the fans who came to watch the show were girls. In the video, they surrounded Anjie's car. The crowd seemed to be divided into two different camps, shouting and pushing each other. Some of them who were standing high lost their balance and fell from the flower beds on the roadside one after another.
Zhou Yitang probably sprained his ankle in the same way.
Wen Zichuan recalled the sirens he heard last night. If the organizer had not called the police and the police had not arrived quickly to maintain order, this incident would probably have continued to ferment. If a large-scale stampede had occurred, the consequences would have been unimaginable.
In the official group of actors of the Voice Actor Festival, Yan Dantong, the head of the Second Voice Event Department, sent several paragraphs of apology on behalf of the organizers. An Jie's response was simple: "It's okay, we have arrived home safely. Everyone has worked hard, and have a good rest."
No one said anything after that, except Xia Man, who is also a voice actor, who sent a "comfort" emoticon. I don't know if he was comforting An Jie or comforting the second voice who was scolded badly.
Anjie is a top-notch voice actor in the circle. Any official invitation to him to participate in an event must take into account his strong fan influence and possible safety hazards. It is not the first time that the second voice has sounded wrong, so how could such a serious situation arise?
Wen Zichuan opened the videos again and took a look, and soon found the problem.
The National Exhibition and Convention Center is an east-west curved building. The inner west curve houses the National Exhibition Plaza, the main entrance and exit for visitors and a connection to the main thoroughfare. On the southeast side of the outer curve, Second Sound has established a dedicated VIP passage for performers and staff to ensure their safety during rehearsals and performances.
Anjie was the focus of attention, so it was impossible for him not to know which way to go. But from the video, the car was obviously driven out from the main entrance and was accidentally surrounded by some extreme fans.
It may be a mistake made by the Second Voice, failure to notify them properly or some other reason.
Wen Zichuan couldn't devote too much energy to this matter. He opened the studio group and found that Lu Dao was right. His colleagues couldn't contact him and they did discuss whether to call the police.
Finally, there was a private message that looked like it was sent to a group of people. The proprietress Mu Qi wanted to treat everyone to a meal at 6pm at a private restaurant called "Yugang Xiaoye".
Yaya Yiyu has always been the general manager, Muqi is in charge of accounts, and the others are ordinary colleagues. It's very flat and direct.
For example, when wages could not be paid, the All-China Federation of Trade Unions would call everyone together for a beer and barbecue, hoping that after getting drunk, they would forget about the unpaid wages.
Who would buy into the same trick if you use it a few more times?
So Wen Zichuan didn't care about this meal. He just wanted to find an opportunity to ask when the overdue salary would be paid and when she planned to pay him the appearance fee that came the second time.
At noon, he returned home, took a shower, changed his clothes, and put away the medicine he brought back. When he put it away, he found that the stomach medicine stored at home had been used up.
Wen Zichuan smiled bitterly in his heart. He originally thought that the man was doing something unnecessary, but he didn't expect that he was providing timely help.
The house on Limin Road was rented by the studio as a whole. At the beginning of the year, a colleague got a girlfriend and moved out. The remaining four people lived together in a small two-bedroom apartment of more than 70 square meters, with two people living in each room. He and Lu Dao were colleagues and roommates.
It's quite shabby to say. It's been more than two years since he graduated from college, and he can only sleep on a two-story iron bed. He sleeps on the upper bunk and Lu Dao sleeps on the lower bunk. They see each other every time they look up or down, and there is no privacy at all.
We are having a dinner party in the evening, so we should save on lunch if possible.
Wen Zichuan opened the envelope given by Officer Shen, put it on the table and counted it one by one. There were twenty bills in total, a total of two thousand yuan.
It’s equivalent to half a month’s salary for him.
Officer Shen should know that treating a sprain would cost less than two thousand yuan, and she was willing to give more out of gratitude.
But thinking about it the other way around, it was just a piece of cake for him last night, so why should he take so much? But if he didn't take it... He checked his bank card balance and realized he wouldn't have any food to eat starting the day after tomorrow.
Otherwise, just consider it a loan and find a chance to pay it back after you get the appearance fee.
At exactly six o'clock in the evening, Wen Zichuan arrived at Xiaoye Fishing Port.
The intimate restaurant isn't large, but its decor is quite stylish. For example, above the bar, tall, narrow-necked glasses hang densely inverted, their soft yellow light reflecting a scattered, ambiguous atmosphere.
The sweet smell of incense rushed into his nose, and Wen Zichuan couldn't help sneezing as soon as he entered the door.
There is nothing wrong with pursuing refinement and elegance, but now the studio can't even pay salaries, but it chose an expensive place and solemnly invited everyone to have a luxurious meal.
What is this? Is this just a shame?
"Hello, I'm here." Wen Zichuan dialed the phone.
"Go straight, it's the third hall on the left." The proprietress's voice was as gentle and sweet as ever.
There was no one else in the private room except Mu Qi. The woman was leaning lazily on the sofa, slowly applying lipstick. Her black dress and long black French perm made her look extremely charming.
"Six o'clock exactly, you are very punctual." Mu Qi said.
Hearing her deliberately reminding him of the time, Wen Zichuan realized that he hadn't met any colleagues when he came in. "Where are the others? Did you deliberately let me come early?"
"You guessed right." Mu Qi stood up. She was petite, her head barely reaching Wen Zichuan's chin. She tilted her head slightly as she spoke to him, with an indescribable naiveté. "Wen Zichuan, you are very smart and ambitious. What I don't understand is, can't you see Yaya's mumbling situation? Why don't you leave?"
Mu Qi should not be her real name. When Wen Zichuan first came, he heard others calling her that, so he followed suit.
Someone seemed to have told him that Mu Qi was a makeup artist before, and because of her good looks, she was pursued by Quan Zong. After she won her over, the two of them founded Yaya Yiyu together. So there was no doubt that Quan Zong and the boss lady were in the same boat.
She asked him why he didn't leave. Wen Zichuan even wanted to laugh when he heard it. The contract was signed for five years. If he took the initiative to leave, not only would he most likely not get what he deserved, but he would also have to pay a penalty for breach of contract.
Everyone wants to make money, but you can't just grab a sheep and pluck it, right?
Not wanting to beat around the bush with her, Wen Zichuan asked bluntly, "What do you think I have the capital to leave here and move to a better place?"
Mu Qi's pupils dilated slightly after hearing this, and a hint of doubt appeared on her face. "I thought... never mind," she shook her head. "At least your professional skills are good, the best among you."
"There's no need to deceive yourself. With my level, I wouldn't even be worthy of carrying shoes for any troupe owner."
"That's right. This industry is quite difficult to get into. There are no professional certificates to prove your professional skills, and no awards to judge." Mu Qisheng picked it up online, with an inexplicable feeling in her eyes. She wanted to appear to be doing it with ease, but trying too hard made it seem too much. "Wen Zichuan, the mumbling is over."
"there is none left?"
"That's right, it went bankrupt."
"Then our contract..."
"It's void."
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