I walk the career line in dog blood

The script is in the hands of the general manager, and words such as 'rejecting other judges, opposing the public, and ridiculing the contestants' are written all over his lenses.

He flipped through the script one page at a time, and put the script on the table halfway through, with no smile on his face: "My artist is not a cheap commodity to be bullied."

An Yinong was taken aback.

"If this is your sincerity, then we can talk about liquidated damages."

The general manager's sudden outburst startled everyone, even An Yinong was surprised.Although the other party was here to find fault, it was rare for the boss to choke back so hard.

"Mr. Lu, don't be angry. This condition is a bit harsh, but it is still very sincere. After all, we are also a serious variety show that can be on the TV station.

"Your...Mr. Ke, hasn't had any resources for several months, right? Black and red are also red."

The person in charge of the program team seemed to have expected the general manager's reaction, he picked up the script and looked at An Yinong: "Why don't Mr. Ke decide for himself?"

An Yinong didn't answer: "I trust the manager's decision."

I don't know if it's the cold medicine that took effect. He is very sleepy now, wanting to sleep, and there are even overlapping figures in front of his eyes.

An Yinong, who is not in good condition but still maintains his sanity, decided to let the general manager take full control of this matter.Judging from the previous conversation, the general manager is fighting for his interests, maybe he can believe it once.

The person in charge withdrew the script, with a smirk: "You can say if you are not satisfied, we also came here with sincerity."

"Sincerity?" The general manager bowed his head and read the contents of the script, including instructing 'Ke Yinong' on how to act as a monster, how to use himself to set off the truth, kindness and beauty of others, and how to guide fans to tear him apart.

Even the staff on the program team changed their faces. How could this contract be harsh?Simply inhuman.It is to cut off the stardom and future of 'Ke Yinong', and even affect his real life.

An Yinong leaned on the table with one hand and held his face. It was obviously an annoying content, but after being relayed in a low and calm voice, it made him drowsy.

Strange, since he is such a responsible temporary manager, why did the original owner agree to be on the show?

"The stage is not big, but there are many plays."

The general manager had a half-smile, with some sarcasm: "It is said to be a training variety show for 'strength singers', but internally, it is such a variety show that specializes in cutting fans' leeks?"

"Mr. Lu, this circle is like this. You run an entertainment company, don't you know what hidden rules are?" The person in charge disagreed.

"The reason why the unspoken rules are unspoken rules is because they are shameful and cannot be said publicly, let alone something to be proud of."

The general manager's words caught everyone's attention.

The boss is such a boss, no wonder the company is such a company-it has not improved after five years.

An Yinong couldn't help laughing, and suddenly felt that this boss was a bit serious and cute.

"Let's talk about liquidated damages. We are in business and we abide by the rules of the contract. If there is no legitimate reason to breach the contract, we need to pay enough liquidated damages. You understand this, right?"

The person in charge of the program group argued sophistry: "That's true, but your Mr. Ke Yinong is also responsible for the termination of the contract."

An Yinong, with half-lidded eyes, raised his head and sat up straight: "Do you want to spit out some ivory?"

The person in charge choked, thinking that this company, from the boss to the artists, is such a guy who has no emotional intelligence and speaks harshly. No wonder this broken company will not be able to continue.

"Mr. Ke has been away from the music scene for a long time, and I'm afraid he is not used to the popular music style today. What we want is a celebrity mentor, someone who can guide newcomers, Mr. Ke..."

He glanced at An Yinong: "Mr. Ke has lost the ability to sing, and he is not a singer-songwriter himself, and his qualifications are not enough. As a celebrity mentor, I am afraid he will not be able to convince the public."

"Manager, who else is the celebrity mentor that was appointed earlier? Shall I talk to them?" An Yinong directly interrupted the program director.

"I don't have much face. I can't have the same face loss as the other three. Otherwise, let's invite people from those three companies to have a meeting?"

"This world has always been small, especially people in the same circle. Who doesn't have a few friends and teachers, right?"

The "I Do My Show" program team replaced four mentors at a time, indirectly offending four entertainment companies.Although it's nothing to be offended, everyone in the mall is interested in profit.But if the four are integrated to eat a piece of meat from the program group, no one will refuse, right?

After all, it is a small variety show of a local station, and it is not strong enough to ignore these entertainment companies.

"Mr. Ke really likes to joke." The person in charge of the program group couldn't sit still.

Bypassing a series of language traps and directly finding out the biggest weakness of the program group and making use of it, An Yinong's calm and quick response is surprising.Not only the people in the program group looked at him, but even the general manager couldn't help but take a closer look.

The confusion and uneasiness in the singer disappeared, and the whole figure was like a sword that had been re-forged and polished, sharp and dazzling.

Because the general manager refused to give an inch, and because the program team was at fault, they still paid for their willfulness in the end, and the liquidated damages were as high as one million, most of which would be remitted to An Yinong's account to ease his recent financial shortage .

After the matter was resolved, the program crew first left sullenly, followed by the general manager.

"Ke Yinong." When An Yinong was about to leave, Zhang Ruojun behind him grabbed his arm.

An Yinong turned his head and looked at his grasped arm. There was no smile or anger on his face, he was very calm: "Is there something wrong?"

Zhang Ruojun was horrified, subconsciously let go and took a step back.

What happened?The previous Ke Yinong didn't have such creepy eyes.

"I still have something to do." The dizzy An Yinong turned around and wanted to leave.

"Wait!" Zhang Ruojun once again remembered the time when he was an assistant to this person.This is how he is so high above and above, he makes suggestions out of good intentions, but is ridiculed that 'you are not qualified to teach me how to do things'.

Obviously at the beginning, he entered this circle because he liked him.

Because of this sudden impulse, Zhang Ruojun grabbed An Yinong's wrist again, casually opened a small room next to him that was often empty, and dragged him in.

An Yinong was pushed against the wall. He was already in a state of fever and stared at him for a moment.At the same time, many bad memories were brought back, and the thread of reason was tensed, almost torn.

This guy……

"Ke Yinong," Zhang Ruojun leaned forward, lowering his voice, "I have tens of millions of fans, popular variety shows and high-end endorsements, am I qualified to teach you now?"

Am I not present enough?

Why are you still ignoring me like this?

"Oh!" Zhang Ruojun was punched in the abdomen, An Yinong deliberately chose such a position, so that it would not be easy to leave marks.

He looked at Zhang Ruojun whose eyes were covered with bloodshot eyes, and smiled half-smile: "Go to the hospital if you are sick, don't be like a mad dog, bite anyone you catch."

"Why are you ignoring me?" Zhang Ruojun gasped heavily while clutching his belly. He found that he could bear Ke Yinong's glaring look, but he couldn't bear the ignorance just now, as if he was an irrelevant garbage on the side of the road.

"Interesting." An Yinong looked at him, the villain in the eyes of the original owner, "Are you angry because I ignore you? Did I look at you? It's very important to you?"

Zhang Ruojun choked, and he became angry with embarrassment: "Don't be self-righteous, I just want to prove to you that I am better than you and more popular than you. You were the one who was wrong at the beginning!"

This is really... An Yinong couldn't stop laughing: "The fast-moving consumer goods that come out of the package, do you really take yourself seriously? Is it easy to use a million-level sound repairer?"

His hoarse voice was full of provocation, and Zhang Ruojun had a fire burning in his chest: "How about you, senior? Lian Po is old, can you still eat?"

An Yinong covered his forehead with one hand and gave a light snort.

"why are you laughing?"

"Laugh at you stupid, idol and singer are two different concepts."

An Yinong opened his eyes and took a look at Zhang Ruojun: "Is the Chinese music scene coming to an end, all kinds of monsters are coming out.

"Hey, Zhang Ruojun, what you want to sell is your song, your talent, not the persona and face you packaged. Is trash worthy of talking about music?"

The breakup between the original owner and Zhang Ruojun was precisely because of their disagreement.

The original owner knew that strength was the basis for him to go on, so he wanted to temporarily leave the flashy circle to study at the conservatory of music, but Zhang Ruojun felt that he should seize the opportunity given by the capital and follow the fans' request to ascend to the top position.

An illegitimate fan who tried to control and manipulate idols.

Zhang Ruojun was enraged instantly, he clasped An Yinong's wrist, and approached him again:

"Do you think you are still the glamorous 'Ke Yinong' back then? Now you have no 'voice', no resources, and almost no fans. What are you proud of?"

"Oh, do you know where they are going? They are with me! You begged your grandpa and grandma for this variety show, right? But it also belongs to me now. Don't talk to me about music, there are others who are willing to accompany you, a useless person explain?

"Ke Yinong, you have nothing now. Why don't you come back and be my assistant? I'll give you the highest salary... Ah!"

An Yinong, who was originally under the control of others, suddenly pushed Zhang Ruojun's abdomen with his knees, and took advantage of the opponent's loss of consciousness to turn over, beat him several times, and aimed at places where it was not easy to leave traces, and finally pressed Zhang Ruojun against the corner of the wall.

"Speaking of which, don't touch your hands here, I don't like it."

Zhang Ruojun's eyes widened. He was pushed heavily against the wall, the wrist of one hand was clasped, and his neck was locked and tightened by five slender fingers.His heart beat faster and his lips were dry. He didn't know whether it was because of nervousness or the feeling of suffocation.

"Zhang Ruojun." An Yinong's voice was hoarse and slow, Zhang Ruojun's ears seemed to have been brushed by feathers, and goose bumps appeared on his exposed skin.

He didn't see An Yinong's face, nor did he see those darkened eyes: For a person who takes music very seriously, singer is a sacred profession that does not allow others to insult him.

"His hands are so hot." Zhang Ruojun swallowed, only to feel that the palms holding his wrists and neck were extremely hot, so hot that they would melt him away.

"You have self-knowledge, don't insult the word singer."

He said this very calmly, but everything from Zhang Ruojun to his ability was dismissed lightly.Zhang Ruojun returned to reality in an instant, a fire was pressing in his chest, and he became more and more panicked.

"Bang!" The closed small door was pushed open, and the sound woke up the people inside. An Yinong let go of his hand, took two steps back, and looked at the door as if nothing had happened.

The general manager appeared at the door, his eyes swept over Zhang Ruojun who was leaning against the wall, and stopped on An Yinong.

The clothes are neat and there is no sign of something wrong.Judging from the scene, Zhang Ruojun looked like a victim, while An Yinong was a perpetrator.

The general manager stretched out his hand and gently pulled the tie, his eyes calmed down.

The author has something to say:

General Manager (turning back abruptly in the middle of the walk): Huh?Where is my little yellow chicken?

An Yinong: Heck.