The content of the subsequent posts became more and more unsavory, and Cheng Minghao was so angry that he threw the phone hard, it was not broken, it just fell on the carpet.After drinking a glass of cold water and calming down for a while, he picked up his phone again, and angrily called his agent, telling the content of the post he saw just now, and before he asked his agent to help him find a solution, he heard a voice from the other side A small voice: "Sorry, I'm negotiating a very important contract, can I send a text message if I have anything to do?"
Cheng Minghao hung up the phone angrily and sent a text message.
Impatiently walking around with arms crossed, looking up at the clock from time to time, 1 minute, 2 minutes... a full [-] minutes, the agent replied slowly: "Sorry, I can't do this, I don't know the relevant manager."
"Fuck the management staff!" Cheng Minghao knew at a glance that the manager was trying to evade. Some time ago, the manager had just helped another well-known artist get an endorsement on this website, so how could he not know him.
After thinking about it, he was so angry that he sent a text message asking his agent to hire a troll to scold the landlord.
As if sarcasm, it took another twelve minutes before the agent replied: I will do it when I finish the contract.
The contract is a fart, by then the day lily will be cold, and the post will become a tall building.
Cheng Minghao began to miss his former manager. The former manager was like a babysitter, taking care of everything for him. If someone hacked him, the manager would hire trolls to kill everyone. If someone scolded him, the manager would find someone to help him. He said good things, like today's situation, the agent also helped him get it done in minutes, unlike the current situation, he didn't worry about it at all.
Now the idea of this agent is, I will help you find development opportunities, and I am only responsible for your personal development prospects, but what problems you have, what scandals you have caused, and what you need to help have nothing to do with me.
Cheng Minghao squeezed his phone tightly, and went through the contacts in his contacts from beginning to end, but sadly found that he couldn't find anyone who could help him solve the problem!The assistant is only responsible for his daily life and is useless.Producer?Oh forget it.The artist friends in the company are all competitors, so it's not bad to gloat about others' misfortune.
The relationship between the various artists in UMK is actually very tense. On the surface, they all seem to be friendly, but there are many phenomena of open and secret fighting and forming cliques behind the scenes. No one knows who is behind the scenes.This probably has a lot to do with the company's business philosophy. Artists put money first in everything they do. As long as they are rich and famous, it doesn't matter how much they fight. The company doesn't care about you, as long as you can bring huge benefits to the company.
The people outside don't know, but the people inside know it clearly. Many small artists in the company just unintentionally offended the Great God. , to develop in remote areas.
The address book was flipped through three times, but there was no news from the manager, and the clock on the wall pointed to 23:55 in the evening. Cheng Minghao dropped his phone in exhaustion, sank into the sofa, and closed his eyes wearily.
For the first time, he felt that being an artist was so tiring. When he entered the circle, he just wanted to show his dance to more audiences and make more people like his dance. Who knew that he had gone through so many things. Enthusiasm and dreams have gradually disappeared.Every day I put a smile on my face to the people in the company without conscience, and forced a smile to show to the fans. How many times did I smile from the bottom of my heart?Even though he has reached the commanding heights, he still has to act according to other people's opinions, and he is also controlled by the company. He is too fucking useless to be a superstar.
The phone text message rang.
Cheng Minghao excitedly picked up his phone and opened the combination lock, thinking that his manager had brought good news, but he didn't expect to see another piece of news that made him feel restless for a long time.
"Happy birthday, I wish you eighteen flowers every year. PS: Don't be angry, you will grow old quickly."
Sender: Song Jinghuai.
Cheng Minghao's hand holding the phone was trembling, and the time was exactly 12 o'clock in the morning.
Today is July 7, his real birthday.He looked at the calendar on the wall. His assistant filled the schedule with marker pens, but there was no free time left for him. He only remembered what work he was going to do today, but he couldn’t remember how to celebrate his birthday today. .
The birthday on his ID card is not July 7, but November 18, which is the date of his debut.
After his debut, he had to rely on Song Jinghuai to remind him every year before he remembered, oh, today is my birthday, and I am one year older.Song Jinghuai's blessing text messages must be sent on the hour every year, and the content is similar.
After this birthday, he will be 23 years old. It has been five years since he debuted at the age of 18. This also means that Song Jinghuai has been with him in the industry for five years. Counting the classmates of the school days, the two can get along well. Said to be inseparable for 12 years.
12 years is a very long number, how many people can stay with you for 12 years, how many brotherhoods can persist for 12 years without breaking up, how many people can persist for 12 years and remember the truth that even you have forgotten Birthday?
Cheng Minghao's heart seems to be passed by a warm current, full of enthusiasm and happiness. When you are frustrated, when you forget, there is still a birthday that remembers you and remembers you. It's great.
He called Song Jinghuai without hesitation.
As soon as the color bell for Cheng Minghao's debut song rang, Song Jinghuai answered the phone: "Huh?"
Hearing his crisp and ethereal voice, Cheng Minghao actually had the illusion that he was in a deep mountain surrounded by singing birds and fragrant flowers, talking to the bird spirits, and he was instantly relaxed physically and mentally.
"Why haven't you slept yet?" In fact, Cheng Minghao was asking too much, but he was too surprised just now and couldn't find a suitable opening word.
"Oh, I was interviewed for the first time yesterday, and I was so excited that I couldn't sleep. Thinking that today is your birthday, I just sent you a text message."
It was exactly 12 o'clock when Song Jinghuai sent the message, how could it be possible that he just thought of it and sent it.
The corners of Cheng Minghao's mouth curled up uncontrollably.
"Nonsense, your expression was as stiff as if you were constipated, you are so excited!"
"Oh," the voice on the other side paused, then asked stupidly, "How do you know what my expression is?"
He is sitting next to Song Jinghuai, can you not see him? !
"...Sometimes I really can't figure out whether you are really stupid or fake."
"Don't think about it, I'm really stupid."
"..."
It took Cheng Minghao a long time to find his voice: "Are you retarded?"
"I'm not."
"?"
"The mentally retarded will not talk to the mentally retarded, but I am still talking to you."
This is obviously turning a corner and scolding him for being mentally retarded! "……get out."
"Oh, bye."
Seeing that Song Jinghuai was about to hang up, Cheng Minghao immediately stopped him: "Come back! I remember I deleted my number, how did you get it?"
"Huh?" Song Jinghuai was very puzzled, "We have known each other for so many years, and I have already memorized your number by heart. Who else should I ask? Don't tell me you can't memorize my number?"
... He really can't memorize it, he doesn't care about this kind of thing, anyway, the mobile phone has a storage function, so why memorize it, he even memorizes his own number by rote.But it's a matter of face, and you can't admit it even if you kill him.
"I...Of course I can recite it." Cheng Minghao obviously lacked confidence.
"Then you recite it, I will count for five seconds, within five seconds you have to recite it, five, four..."
"Wait, wait." Five seconds is not enough for him to flip through the address book!
"Two, one. Alright, let's recite it. To save you, a friendly reminder, the first number is 1."
The author has something to say: Song Jinghuai: "I think my tips are great!"
Cheng Minghao: "... Is your tip useful? Have you ever seen someone in China whose mobile phone number doesn't start with '1'!"
Song Jinghuai: "No."
Cheng Minghao: "...then your hint is useless!"
Song Jinghuai: "That's right, it's just useless. If it's useful, why should I remind you?"
Cheng Minghao: "..." (╯‵ ′)╯︵┻━┻
Cheng Minghao hung up the phone angrily and sent a text message.
Impatiently walking around with arms crossed, looking up at the clock from time to time, 1 minute, 2 minutes... a full [-] minutes, the agent replied slowly: "Sorry, I can't do this, I don't know the relevant manager."
"Fuck the management staff!" Cheng Minghao knew at a glance that the manager was trying to evade. Some time ago, the manager had just helped another well-known artist get an endorsement on this website, so how could he not know him.
After thinking about it, he was so angry that he sent a text message asking his agent to hire a troll to scold the landlord.
As if sarcasm, it took another twelve minutes before the agent replied: I will do it when I finish the contract.
The contract is a fart, by then the day lily will be cold, and the post will become a tall building.
Cheng Minghao began to miss his former manager. The former manager was like a babysitter, taking care of everything for him. If someone hacked him, the manager would hire trolls to kill everyone. If someone scolded him, the manager would find someone to help him. He said good things, like today's situation, the agent also helped him get it done in minutes, unlike the current situation, he didn't worry about it at all.
Now the idea of this agent is, I will help you find development opportunities, and I am only responsible for your personal development prospects, but what problems you have, what scandals you have caused, and what you need to help have nothing to do with me.
Cheng Minghao squeezed his phone tightly, and went through the contacts in his contacts from beginning to end, but sadly found that he couldn't find anyone who could help him solve the problem!The assistant is only responsible for his daily life and is useless.Producer?Oh forget it.The artist friends in the company are all competitors, so it's not bad to gloat about others' misfortune.
The relationship between the various artists in UMK is actually very tense. On the surface, they all seem to be friendly, but there are many phenomena of open and secret fighting and forming cliques behind the scenes. No one knows who is behind the scenes.This probably has a lot to do with the company's business philosophy. Artists put money first in everything they do. As long as they are rich and famous, it doesn't matter how much they fight. The company doesn't care about you, as long as you can bring huge benefits to the company.
The people outside don't know, but the people inside know it clearly. Many small artists in the company just unintentionally offended the Great God. , to develop in remote areas.
The address book was flipped through three times, but there was no news from the manager, and the clock on the wall pointed to 23:55 in the evening. Cheng Minghao dropped his phone in exhaustion, sank into the sofa, and closed his eyes wearily.
For the first time, he felt that being an artist was so tiring. When he entered the circle, he just wanted to show his dance to more audiences and make more people like his dance. Who knew that he had gone through so many things. Enthusiasm and dreams have gradually disappeared.Every day I put a smile on my face to the people in the company without conscience, and forced a smile to show to the fans. How many times did I smile from the bottom of my heart?Even though he has reached the commanding heights, he still has to act according to other people's opinions, and he is also controlled by the company. He is too fucking useless to be a superstar.
The phone text message rang.
Cheng Minghao excitedly picked up his phone and opened the combination lock, thinking that his manager had brought good news, but he didn't expect to see another piece of news that made him feel restless for a long time.
"Happy birthday, I wish you eighteen flowers every year. PS: Don't be angry, you will grow old quickly."
Sender: Song Jinghuai.
Cheng Minghao's hand holding the phone was trembling, and the time was exactly 12 o'clock in the morning.
Today is July 7, his real birthday.He looked at the calendar on the wall. His assistant filled the schedule with marker pens, but there was no free time left for him. He only remembered what work he was going to do today, but he couldn’t remember how to celebrate his birthday today. .
The birthday on his ID card is not July 7, but November 18, which is the date of his debut.
After his debut, he had to rely on Song Jinghuai to remind him every year before he remembered, oh, today is my birthday, and I am one year older.Song Jinghuai's blessing text messages must be sent on the hour every year, and the content is similar.
After this birthday, he will be 23 years old. It has been five years since he debuted at the age of 18. This also means that Song Jinghuai has been with him in the industry for five years. Counting the classmates of the school days, the two can get along well. Said to be inseparable for 12 years.
12 years is a very long number, how many people can stay with you for 12 years, how many brotherhoods can persist for 12 years without breaking up, how many people can persist for 12 years and remember the truth that even you have forgotten Birthday?
Cheng Minghao's heart seems to be passed by a warm current, full of enthusiasm and happiness. When you are frustrated, when you forget, there is still a birthday that remembers you and remembers you. It's great.
He called Song Jinghuai without hesitation.
As soon as the color bell for Cheng Minghao's debut song rang, Song Jinghuai answered the phone: "Huh?"
Hearing his crisp and ethereal voice, Cheng Minghao actually had the illusion that he was in a deep mountain surrounded by singing birds and fragrant flowers, talking to the bird spirits, and he was instantly relaxed physically and mentally.
"Why haven't you slept yet?" In fact, Cheng Minghao was asking too much, but he was too surprised just now and couldn't find a suitable opening word.
"Oh, I was interviewed for the first time yesterday, and I was so excited that I couldn't sleep. Thinking that today is your birthday, I just sent you a text message."
It was exactly 12 o'clock when Song Jinghuai sent the message, how could it be possible that he just thought of it and sent it.
The corners of Cheng Minghao's mouth curled up uncontrollably.
"Nonsense, your expression was as stiff as if you were constipated, you are so excited!"
"Oh," the voice on the other side paused, then asked stupidly, "How do you know what my expression is?"
He is sitting next to Song Jinghuai, can you not see him? !
"...Sometimes I really can't figure out whether you are really stupid or fake."
"Don't think about it, I'm really stupid."
"..."
It took Cheng Minghao a long time to find his voice: "Are you retarded?"
"I'm not."
"?"
"The mentally retarded will not talk to the mentally retarded, but I am still talking to you."
This is obviously turning a corner and scolding him for being mentally retarded! "……get out."
"Oh, bye."
Seeing that Song Jinghuai was about to hang up, Cheng Minghao immediately stopped him: "Come back! I remember I deleted my number, how did you get it?"
"Huh?" Song Jinghuai was very puzzled, "We have known each other for so many years, and I have already memorized your number by heart. Who else should I ask? Don't tell me you can't memorize my number?"
... He really can't memorize it, he doesn't care about this kind of thing, anyway, the mobile phone has a storage function, so why memorize it, he even memorizes his own number by rote.But it's a matter of face, and you can't admit it even if you kill him.
"I...Of course I can recite it." Cheng Minghao obviously lacked confidence.
"Then you recite it, I will count for five seconds, within five seconds you have to recite it, five, four..."
"Wait, wait." Five seconds is not enough for him to flip through the address book!
"Two, one. Alright, let's recite it. To save you, a friendly reminder, the first number is 1."
The author has something to say: Song Jinghuai: "I think my tips are great!"
Cheng Minghao: "... Is your tip useful? Have you ever seen someone in China whose mobile phone number doesn't start with '1'!"
Song Jinghuai: "No."
Cheng Minghao: "...then your hint is useless!"
Song Jinghuai: "That's right, it's just useless. If it's useful, why should I remind you?"
Cheng Minghao: "..." (╯‵ ′)╯︵┻━┻
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