Shining Stars: First Producer

Song Moran didn't know why he made such an action out of obsession at the time, but he still put on a calm look under Lu Cheng's scrutiny.

Seeing his appearance like this, Lu Cheng couldn't help but wonder if he was judging the belly of a gentleman with the heart of a villain, maybe it was really slippery.

Aware of his own thoughts, the expression on Lu Cheng's face became even more strange.

He raised his hand and rubbed his cheeks, looked at Song Muran weakly, shook his head slightly, and said nothing.

Just doing what he said, Lucheng soon started his career of independently reaching the show.

He used to produce a lot of popular programs, but those were all jointly created by various teams. It was only when it really started that Lu Cheng suddenly discovered that the planning and implementation of the original program was not as simple as he imagined. .

Returning home weakly, Lu Cheng slumped on the sofa, staring blankly at the ceiling above his head, where the bright decorations kept shining with bright light.

Song Moran gave him a distressed look, and asked in a low voice, "How is your plan going? Do you need my help?"

Lu Cheng rubbed her sore eyes, turned over and sat up, looked at Song Moran stubbornly, and refused without hesitation, "I encountered a little trouble, but I think it can be solved!"

Being able to clearly see the persistence in his eyes, Song Moran shrugged and didn't ask any more questions.

Lu Cheng has been running around for the show these days, and he also travels around for the company, always dealing with those old foxes in the mall carefully, for fear of accidentally falling into their tricks.

Under such circumstances, although Song Moran was not physically and mentally exhausted, he had no other energy.

"Patients? Hospitals? Relatives? Where are we going to start!" Lu Cheng tugged at her hair irritably, and her hair, which was originally smooth, became like a chicken coop.

The notebook in front of him was densely packed with Lu Cheng's handwriting. He made countless plans, but was overturned the next time he thought about it.

Although the quiet space is good for Lu Cheng's thinking, it also makes him feel depressed.

He tried his best to help Song Moran with all his abilities, but maybe because of this, he cared more about the success of this show, and became more cautious, not daring to make a wrong step.

Slowly, Lu Cheng put on a thick shell for himself, and all his responses were just to test in that shell, but he didn't dare to break it.

"Prick," Lu Cheng exerted force with his hand, and the sharp pen tip drew a long mark on the paper, even cracking the paper.

He looked at the scratches one after another on the paper blankly, and couldn't help but raised his hand and rubbed his forehead, trying to suppress the intense, bursts of pain.

"What is Lucheng doing?" Song Moran asked in a low voice with some doubts.

The little assistant was stunned for a moment, recalling the legends he had heard in the company, and quickly replied, "He has locked himself in the office for the past few days and never let others in, so no one knows what he is doing."

Unexpectedly, Lu Cheng was already so cautious, Song Moran raised his eyebrows in surprise, and had some guesses in his heart.

"No one knows?" Song Moran asked again, the movements of his hands paused slightly.

The little assistant thought about it carefully, then nodded without hesitation, and said firmly, "Yes."

"Has Lucheng communicated with the employees in the company?" Song Moran asked.

Not understanding why Song Moran would ask such a question, the little assistant pursed her lips and said in a low voice with a little embarrassment, "I don't know."

Song Moran glanced at him calmly, without the slightest emotion in his eyes, but the little assistant felt ashamed in his heart.

"It's my negligence," the little assistant said in a low voice.

"Forget it," Song Moran waved his hand, once again focused his eyes on the document in front of him, and said, "If Lu Cheng needs anything, you can ask everyone to cooperate with you."

The little assistant nodded blankly, standing in the corridor, he couldn't figure out what kind of change had taken place in Song Moran's mood.

Touching the back of his head, the little assistant once again praised Assistant Song from the bottom of his heart, thinking that the other party can handle everything in an orderly manner, which is really admirable.

In the office at this time, Lu Cheng couldn't help throwing the pen again, and he tore off the paper covered with handwriting without hesitation, pinched it into a small ball in the palm of his hand, and finally fell into it. in the trash.

"It can't go on like this!" Thinking that he hadn't made any progress in the past few days, Lu Cheng bit his lip and whispered, "You can't work behind closed doors!"

Thinking about it, Lu Cheng didn't care about cleaning up the mess in front of him, and walked out resolutely.

Without thinking about it, he got on the elevator going up, but when he actually reached the familiar place, Lu Cheng stopped again.

"President's office," Lu Cheng repeated the words in front of her in a low voice, slowly suppressed the impulse in her heart, let out a breath of foul breath, then turned and left.

Song Moran was already very tired, and he shouldn't bring him any more distress, Lu Cheng silently warned himself in his heart, and his steps became more determined.

Song Moran, who was working seriously, touched his chest subconsciously, and a trace of surprise flashed across his eyes.

There seemed to be a quick jump there, and a small warm current poured into his limbs little by little, making him very warm.

But this feeling disappeared quickly, and Song Moran forgot this little matter without hesitation.

"Do you have time today?" Lu Cheng asked softly while walking aimlessly on the road.

Bai Xiaofei never refused Lu Cheng's proposal, he nodded without thinking, with an uncontrollable excitement in his tone.

"Of course, where are you now? I'll look for you!" Bai Xiaofei said repeatedly.

"Tianning Street," Lu Cheng looked up at the road signs beside him, and said word by word.

Hearing the name of this huge area, Bai Xiaofei's eyes quickly flashed a trace of whether to laugh or cry, and he asked in a low voice, "Are there any iconic buildings around you?"

"Ah?" Lu Cheng slowly came back to his senses, raised his eyes and saw the cafe in front of him, and said in a daze, "I will sit by the window at the corner cafe."

"I'll pass by soon," Bai Xiaofei warned, "Just sit there quietly, I will find you soon."

After speaking, Bai Xiaofei hung up the phone.