Outside Chinatown.
The inside and outside of the street are like two different worlds.
Outside the street, everything is written in English that I can't understand.
Inside the streets, you can see all kinds of Chinese characters and Chinese faces everywhere.
Once the vehicle enters Chinatown, as long as you don't look back at the outer street, you'll subconsciously think that this is China.
Several minutes later, one of the buildings, about five stories high, with a plaque that read "Sunset Glow," came into Li Zhaoyang's view.
It's much worse than the headquarters.
"Shulan, I'll leave you here. There's still a lot to do at the literary scene. You can take him to Sifanglou to register for the exchange yourself later," Song Zhiqi instructed.
"Sister Zhiqi, bye-bye." After getting out of the car and taking her luggage, Li Zhaoyang didn't forget to greet her. She really looked more and more like the director, they were practically cut from the same mold, each with their own unique beauty.
"Goodbye, little brother Zhaoyang." Song Zhiqi didn't get out of the car, but watched the two of them get out and then left.
As the sound of the car engine faded into the distance, Li Zhaoyang glanced at Zhang Shulan and asked, "Manager, what is the Sifang Building that Sister Zhiqi mentioned?"
Zhang Shulan: "The building is one of the four major cultural landmarks in the United States, covering an area of 1,000 acres."
Li Zhaoyang: "What? It occupies 1,000 mu of land?"
Zhang Shulan: "In the United States, this square building is a symbol of the highest honor. Although you have been banned in the Chinese music scene, you can directly get the bronze medal certification as long as you register and apply at the square building music zone."
Li Zhaoyang asked, "The place to get the certification, isn't that the official music website?"
Zhang Shulan: "Yes, but it's an official organization that encompasses four cultures. Awards, competitions, and hall of fame are all held there. Let's go upstairs and check in."
"Hello, do you have an appointment?" The receptionist in the lobby on the first floor was of Chinese descent, with a sweet appearance and an excellent attitude.
"This branch office even has an appointment system, so high-end." Zhang Shulan took two seconds to react before saying, "I am Zhang Shulan, from the head office, and I'm here to serve as the director."
In branch offices like these that haven't started large-scale development yet, each department has its own leader, and the director's position means managing several supervisors at the same time.
"Manager?" The receptionist hadn't received the message, but she still decided to inquire: "I'll make a call first."
"Um."
"Hello." After dialing the music department office, the receptionist asked, "Manager, a lady said she was sent from head office to take up this position, but I haven't received any notification."
The voice on the other end of the phone said, "Have her come up to the 5th floor."
The receptionist hung up the phone with a smile: "The manager wants you to go up; it's on the 5th floor."
"Let's go." Zhang Shulan had just turned around when she noticed the receptionist's smile had become unnatural: "What's wrong?"
"Huh?" The receptionist paused for a moment, then shook her head. "No...it's nothing."
The receptionist thought to herself, "This leader from head office is too perceptive." She only breathed a sigh of relief after watching him and the rather handsome young man behind him walk into the elevator.
"The head office sent her here at this critical juncture, probably to take over this mess."
Hearing what the receptionist said, a colleague chimed in, "Yeah, we received a notice from head office this morning that they're sending a group of artists here to develop their careers, and they're also bringing in a new director. We never had a director like this before. Should we find a new agency in advance? I see a lot of artists are planning to resign."
The receptionist pinched her slender waist: "What are you thinking? Even if the head office sends people over, it's to support our branch. Besides, it's the higher-ups who will suffer the losses. What does it have to do with us?"
My colleague nodded: "That makes sense."
"..."
As the elevator ascended, Li Zhaoyang reminded him, "Supervisor, something's come up at the branch office."
Zhang Shulan: "You noticed it too?"
Li Zhaoyang: "The employees here don't seem to be in the right working condition. I don't know what the working environment is like in the branch office, but the supervisor was suddenly parachuted in as the director and directly manages all departments. It's possible that the leadership here is dissatisfied with you."
After he finished speaking, the elevator doors opened, revealing a jumble of papers piled up everywhere.
Some of the papers were covered with lyrics written on them, in fragments, which may have been discarded drafts.
I don't know which lyricist or composer is so careless as to not even destroy the drafts and just throw them away carelessly.
Let's go back to the morning.
Office of the head of the composition department.
"Go to hell! Go to hell! Go to hell!"
Zhang Xincheng threw the documents and materials on the table all over the place, smashing them inside and out: "Damn it, Sihai Group has been squeezing our market, I'll fucking kill them."
The assistant reporting next to him trembled: "Manager... last year we had about $55 million in revenue, but this year from January to August, the revenue was only $20 million. If the year-end performance report doesn't meet the target, many people will probably not even get their year-end bonuses."
"Nonsense, do you think I don't know? That damn Sihai Group, those sons of bitches, their wives were cheated on by the neighbor, their sons aren't even their own, and they've been suppressing us since last year. Did they lose their parents? Why are they targeting us even though I've already slept with their wives?"
Zhang Xincheng, spouting nonsense about the beauty of the United States, rubbed his forehead while cursing. He was having a terrible headache. He was just about to be promoted back to head office in another two or three years, but this year's performance had fallen short of expectations.
Forget about getting promoted back to head office, I don't even know if I'll get my year-end bonus this year.
"What can we do then... The branch office is already a mess, and Sihai Group will definitely drive us out of the market."
"Beep beep beep~"
"I'll take this call, wait a minute." Zhang Xincheng suppressed his anger, thinking he could yell after he finished the call: "Hello, this is the Evening Glow Composition Department."
A dozen seconds later, Zhang Xincheng was completely stunned.
"What? The head office is going to send a director over from elsewhere?"
"What? The head office wants to invest fifty million US dollars?"
"What? They're bringing in a group of artists to develop their careers here?"
"What? You want us to cooperate with the director and Li Zhaoyang?"
"What? Li Zhaoyang only won a bronze medal, and the Chinese music industry has issued a crackdown order against him?"
"Yes, Chairman, I, Zhang Xincheng, will cooperate fully and ensure that I will not let the head office down!"
Snap!
After hanging up the phone, Zhang Xincheng's slightly angry face broke into a smile: "Wow, the company's performance didn't meet the target this year, and a new leader has been parachuted in to take over this mess. How wonderful!"
"The head office wants to invest, and they're even bringing in a director from outside?" The assistant was bewildered. "How did the head office know about our predicament?"
Zhang Xincheng: "The head office is unaware of the branch's predicament. This investment is mainly due to Li Zhaoyang."
"Li Zhaoyang? Who is he?" the assistant asked again. "I haven't heard of anyone on the board of directors with that name."
"A newly emerging bronze-level songwriter."
"Huh? Bronze... Bronze medal?" The assistant thought he had misheard. If Li Zhaoyang was an ace player, it would be understandable that the company valued him, but only... bronze medal?
Zhang Xincheng pushed up his glasses, realizing something was amiss: "A bronze-level songwriter who is so highly regarded by the head office, and who has faced online harassment and a ban from the Chinese music scene, yet the head office hasn't given up on him... That scheming frog is always touching your belly! Li Zhaoyang is the chairman's illegitimate son!!"
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