Brothers want to take me solo every day

"These are people who I think are more suitable. Please report to the company. Since the company trusts me, I will try my best to do things well."

Song Minglang was dressed in a suit, his face looked resolute and calm, he was a standard professional elite, he folded his hands on the table, calm and relaxed.

The planner sitting opposite him took the information he handed over, and the corner of his mouth twitched.

He hesitated, hesitated for a long time, and then whispered, "Well, Mr. Song, I know you want to find the right boy group members, and the people you're looking at are indeed all excellent, but... but……"

Song Minglang's face remained unchanged, and he asked calmly, "But what?"

The planner didn't know if he really didn't understand, or pretended not to understand, he gritted his teeth, "Shi Yifeng, he has developed very well in film and television recently, his manager will let him go easily? And this one, Jiang Menglin He is the younger brother of Mr. Jiang, who lives abroad all the year round, and the number of appearances in the company can be counted on the fingers..."

He didn't even know how Song Minglang thought of bringing these people together to form a boy group.

If it weren't for the fact that the gold medal agent in front of him was indeed their company's diabolical vision, he would have thought that he was a whimsical lunatic.

"And this Gao Yi'ang, as far as I know, Xiao Gao and Jiang Menglin have always been at odds. It may not be so easy for them to stay together obediently..."

Song Minglang smiled slightly.

He said slowly, "Mr. Lin, do you think I know these things better than you? I never considered their personal affairs when I chose them. From the perspective of the group, they are the most suitable members. "

The planner was a little impatient by his haughty tone, "Mr. Song, our Shengfang is a humanized brokerage company, and we never force artists to make decisions they don't want. Are you sure you can convince them?"

"Whether we can convince them or not is a matter of legal affairs and finance," Song Minglang said with a smile on the corner of his mouth that did not change at all.

He chose these five people because he already knew them well, and he felt that none of what he said was a particularly big problem.

"Okay," the man sighed, "I will report it for you... I wish you success."

Song Minglang nodded slightly to express his gratitude.

"But, the company wants you to choose six people, why is there only five people's information here?" The planner looked through the information and asked strangely.

Song Minglang pointed at the desktop, "I haven't chosen the last person yet, so let's submit the application for these five materials first." After all, it is not so easy for the company to handle these five people.

The planner took the information and left.

Song Minglang lowered his head and rubbed his temples. During this period of time, he had been worrying about the company's planning of the men's team, investigating information, and screening people. It took him a month to select five suitable people.

The five people he selected are all people with a fan base. He hopes that the sixth person is an amateur who is talented and hardworking, and preferably has not been discovered yet, but he has found thousands of new trainee materials. , nor singled out a satisfactory one.

Song Minglang is a perfectionist, he doesn't want to pay attention to it, so this matter has been dragged on without being resolved, but this is too inefficient, so he first submitted the information of the other five people.

A phone call came with a familiar female voice, a female artist under him, and asked him timidly, "Brother Song, are you busy? Are you free tonight? Can you accompany me to a table?"

Song Minglang frowned. He was arranging the documents on the desktop with one hand, and touched the earphone with the other hand to turn down the volume.

The woman's voice was delicate, but he was unmoved. While thinking quickly in his mind, he was even a little cold, "You can go by yourself."

Probably expecting that he would refuse, the woman said "Oh", "But... tonight's dinner is at Mengling, Chunjiang Road."

It was not a clean place, on the surface it was a regular hotel, but behind the scenes was a group of wolves in the circle playing the little star's favorite sanctuary.

His face turned cold, "What seat? Do you have to go?"

"It's the place reserved by the investor of the new drama," the woman said, with a hint of pleading in her tone, "Brother Song, please, I dare not go alone."

The little star didn't dare to offend others, and she was afraid that she would be wronged by the bad guys. It would be much better with Song Minglang present, and others would not attack her because of his face.

"Come to the company in the afternoon," Song Minglang pinched the bridge of his nose. He has a terrible headache now.

The banquet in the evening was really not that simple. Just sitting there, you could tell that the atmosphere was different. The female artist under him shivered like a little quail shivering beside him.

Someone came over to toast, Song Minglang calmly raised his glass and clinked glasses with them.

Once a person's brain is contaminated with alcohol, his rationality will gradually be withdrawn. He doesn't like this feeling. The drama at the banquet is getting more and more intense. He stands up and escapes for the time being.

The clean bathroom was spotless, and the people outside seemed to be arguing. They said it was a quarrel, but in fact it was one person talking loudly on one side, and occasionally the other person added a word.

Song Minglang couldn't hear it very clearly, he only vaguely knew that it was a young boy's voice, and he was in a dilemma in the private room right now.

The two had no intention of leaving, Song Minglang felt a little helpless, he pushed open the door, and obviously felt two eyes from outside the door falling on him.

He didn't want to cause trouble, he walked to the sink to wash his hands as if no one else was looking, and glanced in the mirror inadvertently, only to find a thin young man standing beside him.

The young man turned his back to him, his fingers resting on the side of the sink uncomfortably, his nails turned white, and the other hand pressed against his stomach.When the man he talks to takes one step forward, he takes one step back until there is no way back

"Baby, if you leave now, how can I explain to them?"

"I feel a little uncomfortable..."

Song Minglang straightened up, shook the water off his hands, turned around, and showed an impeccable commercial smile, "Coincidentally, Manager Zhang, you're here too."

Belonging to the same company, Song Minglang didn't recognize him when he heard the voice at first, but only when he saw the face did he realize that he was an acquaintance.

Manager Zhang was also a little surprised, as if someone he knew had broken through some of his secret thoughts, his face suddenly flushed, and he smiled awkwardly, "Ah...Mr. Song, what a coincidence, what a coincidence."

Song Minglang glanced at the young man, "This is...?"

"He is a third-term trainee of our company," Manager Zhang didn't want to cause other troubles, so he just introduced him briefly, not even mentioning the person's name.

He was sure that Song Minglang's indifferent personality would not meddle in other people's business.

Song Minglang immediately understood what he was planning. He smiled, thinking that he must have really drunk too much, and his eyes became a little sharp, "Oh, trainees don't take classes well, why bring this kind of place ?”

This is a bit out of bounds. Manager Zhang's face froze for a moment, unable to smile, "Manager Song, you are not a newcomer anymore, do you still have to explain some things clearly?"

Song Minglang ignored him, he tilted his head, and finally saw the boy's face clearly.

He was slightly startled.

The boy who was younger than he imagined raised his head. He had a very beautiful face. He probably drank a lot. There was a thin layer of mist in his eyes, but his face was pale.

Song Minglang managed to pull back his thoughts. He collected himself and finally understood why Zhang Youcai was so bold. It seemed that he had lost his head.

He whispered, "Are you an adult?"

The boy who was still awake knew that it was helping him, he shook his head slightly, "No, there is still one month before he becomes an adult."

Song Minglang turned his head, and as expected, Zhang Youcai's face turned pale.

He didn't even bother to look at him, "Okay, you go, go and explain to everyone, I'll take care of it here."

Manager Zhang bit his lower lip unwillingly. He gave the boy behind him a hard look, knowing that Song Minglang was determined to meddle in his own business, so he turned and left.

Song Minglang is not something he can offend yet.

Now Song Minglang was free to take care of the boy behind him.

Knowing that he was saved, the boy slid down the wall, holding his stomach with one hand, his thin spine trembling slightly, "Sir, can you call me a car?"

Does it hurt so much?

A trace of worry flashed across Song Minglang's eyes. He helped him make an emergency call, half squatted down to support him, and when he saw that face, he was slightly distracted again, "What's your name?"

"Ji Ningzhi."

Knowing his name, Song Minglang didn't ask any more questions. He had done his best to do this, but this time, for some reason, he became extra patient, "My car is right below. If you can trust me, I will I can take you to the hospital."

The man didn't speak for a long time, and finally nodded.

How could it be so easy to trust others? No wonder he was tricked into coming to this kind of place, Song Minglang sighed inwardly, thankfully he didn't have any special hobbies.

He helped him up, "Let's go."

Almost half of the boy's body weight was on Song Minglang's body, but Song Minglang didn't exert any effort at all.

He was so light, like a white feather falling from an angel's wings.

The person was sent to the hospital, but it turned out to be alcohol poisoning and gastric lavage was required. Song Minglang waited in the hospital for a long time. The female artist called him and asked him why he left early. Only then did he realize that he was Leave things behind and send people here.

He lightly explained that something happened suddenly, and the female artist didn't ask much.

Song Minglang didn't leave until it was confirmed that the person was all right.

He went back to sleep and woke up the next night. Remembering what he did the night before, he rubbed his temples with a headache, halfway through the movement, he suddenly thought of something.

Back at the company, the first thing he did was call up the profile of this trainee who had just arrived.

After terminating the contract with Chaoxing, he signed a contract with Shengfang. It lasted less than a month, and he was even newer than a newcomer. He happened to be the person Song Minglang wanted to find. He asked someone to call out the child's class watch, and spent the whole afternoon peeping.

There are a group of big boys crowded in the small classroom, all of them are full of vigor, one of them is particularly conspicuous, he is serious when practicing dance, and when he talks to people after class, he will show two small milk teeth when he smiles, and he can't see Song Minglang at all. It was the first time I saw his weak appearance.

In the classroom, a group of boys were also discussing the person who came to inspect suddenly. One boy told them secretly, "That is a very powerful agent of our company, and he should be here to pick someone."

Ji Ningzhi raised his head in a daze, looked towards the direction they were talking about, and suddenly his eyes lit up.

Seeing someone waving at him, Ji Ningzhi quickly stood up and ran over. When he left the classroom, he couldn't help laughing, "Mr. Song, are you here to find me?"

Song Minglang felt that his smile was particularly contagious, and his mood improved a lot, "Well, are you feeling better?"

"I'm fine now, thanks to you a few days ago," Ji Ningzhi felt a little embarrassed.

Song Minglang smiled, "I didn't come to you this time to talk about that."

"Ah? What's that about?" Ji Ningzhi blinked blankly, and then he became nervous again, "Are you here to ask for medical expenses? I forgot to pay you back. I'll pass it on to you later."

Song Minglang glanced at everyone in the classroom who wanted to put their ears to eavesdrop, and then at the confused kid in front of him who was always offline, and suddenly made up his mind. In fact, he originally planned to come and see .

He asked him, "Are you interested in making a group with me?"

This time Ji Ningzhi really didn't expect it, he was stunned, and then blushed with excitement, "You mean...?"

"Well," Song Minglang looked into his shining eyes, and suddenly felt that the anger that had been pent up in his heart all this time suddenly dissipated.

It was probably the fate of heaven, inexplicable, he just felt that the person in front of him was the person he was looking for.

He felt he had found the right sixth pick.

作者有话要说：感谢在2020-08-1820:59:14~2020-08-1920:05:52期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel who cast the landmine: Manman, 1 tree;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!