Shining Stars: First Producer

Song Moran helplessly looked at the impatience on his mother's face, got up and walked upstairs to his room.

However, it is undeniable that the words his mother said still left a lot of imprints on his heart, but they were so faint that people couldn't ignore them.

"Assistant Song, Lucheng's salary will be raised by 5% this month," Song Moran sat in front of the desk, suddenly remembered what Lucheng said when he left, and called to remind him.

Assistant Song was having dinner at home at this time, and when he saw Song Moran making a call, he thought it was something urgent that happened to the company, who knew it was just an urgent matter about Lucheng.

"Okay," Assistant Song nodded, but his expression was a little grim.

He still remembered that Lu Cheng didn't do anything at all when he was on a business trip during Fashion Week.

Unbeknownst to Assistant Song, the anger in his heart was getting heavier and heavier. After Lan finished her work yesterday, she thought she had nothing to do and hung up the phone.

He left work early today. In fact, there are still many documents that have not been processed, so he can only deal with them at home now.

Song Moran moved his fingers slightly, watching the black and white words flashing on the screen intently.

At the same time, in another part of the city, Bai Xiaofei is trying to invite Lu Cheng to his home for dinner on weekends.

"Is it the weekend?" Lu Cheng hesitated.

"Yeah, there must be nothing to do on the weekend." Bai Xiaofei looked at Lu Cheng with pleading eyes, which only made people feel that rejecting him was a very cruel thing.

Lu Cheng blinked, thought for a while and nodded, "Okay."

Hearing her affirmative answer, Bai Xiaofei smiled as if he had found some treasure.

"I will definitely not let you down!" Bai Xiaofei promised.

Seeing his swearing look, Lu Cheng nodded, but what he thought in his heart was that even if it was not delicious, he couldn't show it.

Bai Xiaofei doesn't know what Lu Cheng is thinking now, otherwise he will be hit hard.

The night was getting dark, Bai Xiaofei helped to tidy up the tableware used by the two before, shook off the remaining water drops on his hands like a child, and walked out of Lucheng's house humming.

Hearing the sound of the door being closed, Lu Cheng's frown that had been tightly furrowed slowly let go, and he breathed a sigh of relief.

"Next time if you have a chance to go out to play, you must not let Bai Xiaofei sing!" Lu Cheng said in her heart, and engraved this matter deep in her mind, never daring to forget it.

Time passed day by day, and it seemed that Friday was just a blink of an eye.

Because of the proactive conversation last time, Lu Cheng has gradually opened up the previously stalemate situation in the urban column group.

She was walking towards the office now, watching the people hurrying to and fro, the expressionless crowd still avoiding habitually.

"President," Lu Cheng knocked on the door holding the document and shouted.

Almost as soon as he heard Lu Cheng's voice, Song Moran sat up straighter subconsciously, his clothes, which were already a little messy, were tidied up, and the expression on his face became much more serious.

"Come in," he said, pen in hand, head down, as if looking at papers laid out on the desk.

As the sound of Lucheng's high-heeled shoes approached, Song Moran slowly raised his head, and everything seemed to be in slow motion.

"Pa-ta," Lu Cheng put a thick stack of documents in his arms on the table in front of Song Moran, making a slightly harsh sound.

"President, it's really the ratings analysis of the column group this week, and the plan for next week," Lu Cheng said.

She was wearing standard black and white work clothes today, and her hair fell softly next to her ears, looking capable and gentle.

"Okay," Song Moran nodded, randomly took one out of it and held it in his hand, his eyes quickly swept over it, and quickly gave his evaluation and his own suggestions.

"This week's ratings have increased slightly, which is something worthy of praise," Song Moran looked up at the slightly nervous Lu Cheng, and continued, "Next week's plan is still a bit messy."

After listening to Song Moran's comments, Lu Cheng pursed her lips, looking a little helpless.

"Take your time," Lu Cheng said slowly, as if explaining, but also as if comforting herself.

But his performance made Song Moran frowned involuntarily, "Is that what you think?"

His stern tone made Lu Cheng stand up straight unconsciously, and became nervous.

"What else? One step at a time? Is there such a way?" Lu Cheng looked directly at him without any fear.

There seemed to be a hint of annoyance in Song Moran's eyes, but it disappeared too quickly. When Lu Cheng looked over again, his dark pupils were calm again.

"Have you really done an audience survey?" Song Moran asked, "Do you know their suggestions for the program group? Do you know where their dissatisfaction with the program group is?"

Questions came one after another, causing Lu Cheng to lower her head, and the red glow seemed to have spread to her ears.

It is undeniable that Song Moran said that they have never done everything, whether it is a sentence mentioned at the end of the program or a special questionnaire survey, they have never done it.

Seeing Lu Cheng's performance, Song Moran knew it already, he sighed, feeling slightly disappointed.

"You haven't done it before, so all the above plans are taken for granted." Song Moran emphasized.

At this time, the deep and magnetic voice that Lu Cheng liked seemed to become a death talisman, making her blush and dare not explain anything.

After Song Moran finished speaking, she was quiet for a long time before Lu Cheng whispered hoarsely, "I will give you another plan next Monday."

"The investigations I mentioned earlier?" Song Moran asked.

"I will do it!" Lu Cheng emphasized seriously.

Looking at her expression, Song Moran raised his eyebrows and didn't say anything else. In fact, he only needed to read the report due next Monday.

Everything came to an end, Lu Cheng waited for a while to see that she had no intention of speaking again, turned around and wanted to leave.

But just as her hand touched the cold doorknob, a voice suddenly came from behind her.

"There is a party on Sunday, and you will attend as my female companion." Song Moran's tone was almost commanding.

Lu Cheng turned to look at him with an unhappy expression, "I already have an appointment for the weekend."

"A date? Who is it?" Song Moran's voice was calm, but his slightly narrowed eyes faithfully reflected his current mood.

Unhappiness, annoyance, and even a little bit of fear, Song Moran never knew before that one day he could have so many mood changes.

"This has nothing to do with the president, right?" Lu Cheng said casually, moving her finger on the doorknob slightly, "After all, weekends are my private time."