"Director Bian." Hua Nongying saw Li Zhaoyang being fawned over by everyone, and even being invited by the chairman of the American music scene to officially appear on the show.
Even Chairman Zhang of the Chinese Music Writers Association wanted to persuade Li Zhaoyang to return to China to develop his career.
Their treatment was predictable.
So now Hua Nongying is itching to make a move.
"What's wrong, Xiao Hua?" Manager Bian was chatting and drinking when his thoughts were interrupted by Hua Nongying.
Hua Nongying pulled Manager Bian aside and asked, "Does Li Zhaoyang have any plans to return to China to develop his career?"
"Probably not." Manager Bian shrugged. "As you can see, even Chairman Zhang's personal invitation was politely declined. Zhao Yang probably won't be returning to China for a long time, at least not for the next six months. I don't know about after that."
However, I still go home during holidays.
Moreover, Manager Bian also believes that Zhaoyang has a better development prospect here.
domestic……
"Then," Hua Nongying said softly after confirming that Li Zhaoyang would not be returning to China, "Manager Bian, after you return to China, please transfer me here too. I also want to develop my career in the branch office."
Manager Bian looked at Hua Nongying with a strange expression. Well... even if she came to the branch office now, she wouldn't get a good opportunity.
Don't be fooled by how well your daughter is doing right after joining the branch office; it's because Manager Bian knows how to assess situations.
At the most crucial moment, he and his daughter stood by Zhaoyang's side, so the opportunity they received was extremely precious.
This situation is very difficult to replicate.
Unless Zhao Yang takes notice of her in the singing field, Hua Nongying's situation abroad might be even worse than if she stayed in China, given the past circumstances.
So Manager Bian had to offer some advice, since this was, after all, an artist signed to his department: "Let me give you a piece of advice, don't come here. Your popularity is all in China. If you can't develop your career here, it will be too late to go back to China."
The phrase "Hua Nongying" sounds familiar.
But she was determined to do so, and no amount of persuasion could change her mind: "Manager, you can't be so selfish, can you? Ling'er has better resources here at the branch office than back home."
"Um... alright." Seeing that the other party had already put it this way, Manager Bian knew that if he tried to persuade them any further, he would become the one to blame, so he simply agreed: "After you return to China, write a report, and I will apply to the higher-ups for you."
"An Lan, what about you?" Hua Nongying turned around and looked at Zhao An Lan.
"Me..." Zhao Anlan looked at Li Zhaoyang, who was talking eloquently, gritted her teeth, and nodded: "Manager, I also want to come to the branch office."
"Okay, go back and send me the report. I'll apply for it for you personally." Supervisor Bian complied; he had fulfilled his responsibilities.
But they wouldn't listen, and there was nothing I could do.
“An Lan, let’s go and greet Li Zhaoyang again and get to know him better. Anyway, Ai Ye will be going abroad soon, so let’s get to know each other beforehand.”
Hua Nongying's suggestion was agreed upon by Zhao Anlan, and the two women walked over holding wine glasses.
"Li Zhaoyang, I sincerely congratulate you on your success in the United States." Zhao Anlan's words came from the bottom of her heart. "Thinking back to what you went through not long ago, you were still being cyberbullied. Now you've transformed into a guest of honor at the American Music Writers Association."
An Lan wasn't sure if she was sighing or marveling, but she just wanted to find a topic to bring the two of them closer.
"Let's not bring up the past anymore." Li Zhaoyang had already put that matter behind him and was now focused on developing his career.
"By the way, Li Zhaoyang, we just talked to Manager Bian, and An Lan and I will be coming over to develop our careers at this branch company in a while. We used to be artists in the same department, so we're old acquaintances. You'll have to take good care of us when we come over." Hua Nongying acted like she was very familiar with Li Zhaoyang, patting him on the shoulder.
People who don't know them might think they're good buddies.
“Uh…” Li Zhaoyang awkwardly touched his nose, then said, “I don’t recommend you come, but I respect your decision.”
"It's a promise, isn't it? When there are new song resources, you'll give them to us as soon as possible," Hua Nongying emphasized again.
"We'll see," Li Zhaoyang waved his hand, wanting to end the topic.
He is now indifferent to Zhao Anlan and Hua Nongying, and even if he has resources, he will not give them to them.
but.
He respects the other person's choice.
If they want to develop their careers here, then so be it; it's their right and freedom.
Over the next few hours, a number of communication challenges took place.
Around 2 p.m., the real-time results of this year's exchange program were displayed for the first time on the large screen in the music hall.
The results were released in real time, signaling the end of this year's exchange festival.
The first place goes to Li Zhaoyang, with a 100% win rate in 6 matches.
The second and third place players also played six games, but their win rate wasn't 100%. Even if they had a 100% win rate, the crown would still belong to Li Zhaoyang.
Since the success rate of communication is the same, the quality of your work becomes the deciding factor.
With the Compendium of Materia Medica and the name of the father blocking the way, who dares to say they can win the crown?
Look at Kim Jung-jeon, South Korea's top songwriter and composer. He's still lying in the lounge area of the music hall, having just taken his blood pressure medication.
He was almost sent to the hospital.
If he were to be sent to the hospital, it would be the greatest disgrace of Kim Jung-jeon's life.
The key point is that no one will discuss this humiliation.
After all, if you put yourself in their shoes and imagined that the work you were discussing was a masterpiece like "The Father," you would probably be very frustrated, right?
Around 3 p.m., the crown was finally decided, and it belonged to Li Zhaoyang.
Noda Kazuto, Chang Chen, Watanabe No, Charlie, and Park Ling, the group's leaders, were utterly enraged.
"I want Li Zhaoyang dead! I want Li Zhaoyang dead!" Watanabe Nozomi was furious. "He's blocking the interests of too many people. We absolutely cannot let him continue like this!"
Throughout history, blocking someone's path to wealth is tantamount to killing their parents; this is an unchanging truth.
"Calm down. Li Zhaoyang and I are both from China. Perhaps... we can try to win him over." Although Zhang Zhen was also in a bad mood, he didn't lose his composure like Xiao Rizi.
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