I contracted the entertainment industry

Chapter 112 Self-cultivation is good (second update)
in the afternoon.

Not long after Mu Feng sent Liang Yu away, a strange call suddenly hit his cell phone.

Seeing that there was no note and it was a foreign number again, Mu Feng hesitated for a moment and then hung up.

"It's not a liar, it's just a salesman." Mu Feng slandered in his heart.

But what's interesting is that within a minute of his refusal, the other party called again.

Mu Feng wanted to give him a chance. After all, it's not easy to do this job. Show your heart to him and support him mentally. As for your body, it depends on whether you can impress me.

"Hello, is this Mr. Mu?"

Mu Feng nodded: "Tell me, I only give you 1 minute, any extra second will count as my loss."

As soon as these words came out, there was silence on the other end of the phone for a long time. Mu Feng smiled and said, "I see that you are a newbie, not skilled in business, and not very smooth-talking. This is not good. You have to work harder."

"Mr. Mu, I am..."

"You don't need to say who you are, it doesn't matter anyway, the person who can fool me has not yet been born, and besides, you only have 30 seconds left."

"I am a representative of the External Liaison Office of the General Administration of Culture and Arts. Are you Mr. Mu?"

The other party's self-cultivation was really good, and Mu Feng interrupted what he was saying several times, but he didn't look angry at all.

"Oh, President... You said you belonged to the Department of Textual Selection?" Mu Feng was dumbfounded.

No way, so sad?

Casually making fun of a call from a stranger, this kind of thing happens, and there is no one else.

"Are you Mr. Mu?"

The other party has asked this sentence three times.

"Yes, yes, I'm really sorry, I just..."

"Mr. Mu, I am the representative of the General Administration of Foreign Relations. My name is Yu Yang. I am fully responsible for the cooperation with you this time. Do you have time now? Is it convenient to come out and meet?"

The character of the other party seems to be a bit rigid, and the tone of speech is very blunt, and it has an official flavor, just like the press spokesman.

"Convenience is convenience. Where are you now? Nanjiang?" Mu Feng asked curiously.

"Yes, I just got off the plane. You tell me a place and I will go directly there."

"Miaomiao Teahouse, I'll send you the specific address later." Mu Feng thought for a while and said a place.

"Okay, then let's meet and talk in detail."

After finishing speaking, the other party hung up, and Mu Feng shrugged helplessly when he heard the busy tone from the other end of the phone.

"Xiaoya, I'm going out. If you need anything, call me." Mu Feng said to Shi Mengya, who was working hard.

"Brother Xiaofeng, you are so busy these days, I can't even see your people." Shi Mengya curled her lips and complained.

Mu Feng smiled unkindly: "What do you know, I am training your ability to be independent and create opportunities for you. Believe it or not, you will be the most famous radio host in China in the future."

Shi Mengya rolled her eyes, and said disapprovingly, "It would be nice if I could become the most famous assistant, and the requirements are not as high as yours."

Hearing this, Mu Feng stood up, walked to Shi Mengya, patted her shoulder, and said, "Girl, can you be a little more confident? Look further, set your goals higher, and maybe you will succeed." Woolen cloth."

"I……"

Before Shi Mengya finished saying "I", she was interrupted by Mu Feng: "The only thing you have to do now is to enrich yourself. After all, no one is willing to just play a supporting role for the rest of their lives, right?"

"Work hard, I like you!"

When Shi Mengya looked at Mu Feng's leaving back, she felt a sudden pang of sadness in her heart, and faint tears glistened in her eyes.

It's been a long time since anyone said anything like this to her. How long it has been, so long that she doesn't even remember.

In college, Shi Mengya majored in broadcasting and hosting, but unfortunately her voice was not outstanding, just mediocre, and the most terrible thing was that her Mandarin was not good, so no one ever said "I like you" to her.

This made Shi Mengya feel inferior for a time, and sometimes she doubted herself why she chose this major in the first place.

But another voice in my heart told her, because you like it, isn't this your dream all along?Isn't this your dream major?

Ideal is full, the reality is very skinny!
This sentence is the truest portrayal of Shi Mengya's inner world. She hates herself. She obviously doesn't have the talent and qualifications in this area, but she still likes it without hesitation. What's the point of that?

Whenever she thinks of this, Shi Mengya will feel particularly hesitant, and suddenly loses her way forward.

"Perhaps being a host is really not suitable for me." Shi Mengya let out a miserable laugh, her disappointment palpable.

the other side!
Mu Feng has already arrived at Miao Miao Teahouse.

It was less than 500 meters away from Nanjiang Radio Station, so he picked a good place.

After waiting for about 10 minutes, a young man wearing casual clothes walked in from outside. Mu Feng thought without a second thought that he was the person he was waiting for, Yu Yang.

This spirit, this walking posture, and this physique are only found in soldiers, and only in Chinese soldiers.

After Yu Yang came in, he lowered his head and asked the waiter. Then, the waiter pointed towards Mu Feng, and his eyes followed.

After saying "thank you" to the waiter, Yu Yang strode over to Mu Feng's side.

"Hi Mr. Mu."

"Haha, lucky to meet you."

The two met for the first time, shook hands politely, and then sat down facing each other.

"Mr. Mu, I was ordered to come to Nanjiang this time to be responsible for docking and cooperating with you. If you have any request, please ask, as long as it is reasonable, only we can do it, and we will do it with all our strength." Yu Yang said with a serious face.

Mu Feng nodded. Yu Yang was similar to what he imagined. He was young, rigid, and meticulous in his speech. His expression remained unchanged and his tone was the same, exactly like the spokesman.

"Yu Yang, right? Actually, I don't have any requirements. I will do whatever you say, and I will resolutely obey orders." Mu Feng said solemnly.

"Mr. Mu, we only ask you to keep it absolutely confidential. You cannot sing publicly on the Internet until "Battle Hymn of a Strong Army" has not passed the review."

"That's it? No problem, I'm familiar with the confidentiality regulations." Mu Feng agreed without hesitation.

Yu Yang raised his eyebrows and said, "Have you ever been a soldier?"

"Oh, that's not true, but I'm very strict with my mouth, so don't worry." Mu Feng assured, patting his chest.

"Well, that's good! By the way, Mr. Mu, are you free these days? Let's record the song as soon as possible, and the higher-ups are rushing." Yu Yang said seriously.

"I'm fine tomorrow and the day after tomorrow, and I may have to go on a business trip the day after tomorrow." Mu Feng replied without any concealment.

"Two days is enough!" Yu Yang said: "I will contact the local army after I go back today and ask them to send someone to pick us up."

"What is the contact department doing?" Mu Feng was at a loss.

"In order to maintain confidentiality, the recording must be carried out under the full supervision of the department. They will prepare everything." Yu Yang said unhurriedly.

"I'm going, is it necessary to make it so complicated?" Mu Feng wondered if this was being too cautious.

"A soldier's duty is to obey orders, and I'm just following orders."

"Okay, you won!" Mu Feng shrugged helplessly.

(End of this chapter)