After rebirth, the president resigned and became the actor

However, Gu Zhuozhuo's idea died the next day.

"What master? Musician?"

Gu Zhuozhuo was talking to Wang Xuchen and his sister about the affiliated studio, when he heard the report from the leader of the public opinion group, he asked in confusion: "Master, it's just master, and it's about us?"

"Yes," the team leader's sister has been working overtime for so many days, she is already physically and mentally exhausted, and her eyes are black and blue: "Yesterday, the video of Cherry Blossom received a very good response. In the music team of their award-winning movie, there is a master named Cruise, who will end today We're a little bit overwhelmed."

"Mr. Gu, why don't you go get busy first." Elder sister Wang Xuchen said in a good-tempered manner, "We're not in a hurry."

"I'm in a hurry," Gu Zhuozhuo said with a smile: "Don't worry, these messy things are not as important as seniors. It's just a two-word spat. It was about to end, and if it continues, netizens will be disgusted."

Sister Wang Xi put her heart down a little, pursed her lips and said, "I listen to you, I just can't do this, so I can't help Xiaochen."

Wang Xuchen hasn't signed a company since he entered the industry, mainly because he doesn't want to and doesn't need to follow other people's plans, depending on people's faces.

Freedom is freedom, but it also has flaws. They do not have access to a mature artist management system.

Gu Zhuozhuo did not accept Wang Xuchen's proposal of "changing the contract" yesterday, but pointed him to a new way of cooperation - studio affiliation.

There are only three employees in Wang Xuchen's studio. It couldn't be any smaller. It was changed into Zhongsheng Culture Group and Wang Xuchen's personal studio. Listening to it, it is grand and has a sense of background.

Although this background is still in development.

"Zhongsheng Culture will not interfere with any work of the seniors, but we have to share the income according to the contract. In addition, we are also obliged to help our studios handle various affairs, including publicity and public relations matters." Gu Zhuozhuo said After looking through the contract and seeing that there is no problem, he said: "Mutual benefit, win-win cooperation, we are still in the best position."

Wang Xi was embarrassed: "No way, we went through the back door... let's not talk about this, I will take it back and show it to Xiaochen in a while."

"Okay." Gu Zhuozhao: "Don't worry about the public opinion, we will find a way."

After sending Wang Xi away, Gu Zhuozhuo lowered his face and asked the leader of the public opinion group: "We can't use what we prepared this morning?"

The so-called preparations in the morning refer to the materials of the street movie that he and Wang Xuchen were going to come to yesterday.

He handed it over to the editing girl to work overtime overnight, making people work hard all night, and cut out a 3-minute appreciation version of "Daydream", which was shortlisted for the main competition unit of the Golden Ribbon.

After all, Gu Zhuozhao is also a half-industry insider. Having watched Sakura's award-winning film, and watching Wang Xuchen's, he understands that he is just out of luck.His films are actually more profound than Sakura's in terms of conception. The use of shots, plot arrangements, and performances of actors are all evenly matched.

To talk about the difference, the year is one, and the other is the production team.

In the drama of Sakura, she is the only Chinese in the cast and crew.

Originally, he planned to quarrel again on this point, and take the opportunity to push the Wuying Pavilion, but when the opponent's foreign master is gone, his original plan cannot be used-art has no borders, whether it is true or not, The banner must be hoisted well.

Even if you don't speak, you can't say the wrong thing.

In the evening Wen Yue came to pick up Gu Zhuozhao, walked into the office, saw that he was still watching the clip of "Daydream", his eyes sank, and he took a look.

"I'll be fine soon." Gu Zhuozhuo watched this movie with him last night, and he didn't think much about it, let alone avoid it.Now he yawned and pressed the corners of his eyes.

Wen Yue was in a good mood again, thinking that Wang Xuchen's movie was really boring, and then pulled a chair over: "How is the situation?"

"It's okay," Gu Zhuozhuo sighed: "I didn't expect them to be so annoying, and they couldn't let go. Obviously we don't talk anymore."

Wen Yue watched him concentrate, and his heart gradually became turbulent.

"Just to end the topic?" Wen Yue asked.

"Yes." Gu Zhuozhuo said helplessly: "In the original plan, everyone was arguing about the same at this time, so it's time to ask for money and withdraw."

He leaned heavily on the computer chair, slid back, was slowly blocked by Wen Yue's body, and stopped in front of him.

Then Gu Zhuozhuo looked up at Wen Yue.

"The eyes are a little red." Wen Yue stretched out his hand to help him push his bangs away, with tenderness in his eyes: "I've watched too much on the screen these two days."

Gu Zhuo blushed, and hummed: "I won't do this tomorrow, I have to work on the soundtrack."

"Are you sure it's over?" Wen Yue asked.

Gu Zhuozhuo stared at him for a few seconds, then suddenly turned over and jumped up, leaning on the back of the chair, a little excited: "What do you mean? You still have a way?"

Wen Yue smiled and shook his phone: "I wanted to talk to you about the soundtrack."

"Do you still know someone who makes music?" Gu Zhuozhuo was quickly taken away.

Wen Yue didn't answer, took out his mobile phone and sent something. It took only a dozen seconds before and after, not enough for Gu Zhuozhuo to pull out his leg from the gap in the chair.

After three seconds of silence, there was a burst of exclamation in the office!

"Oh my god! The boss is married!?"

***

Guangyao Film and Television Group Building, 24th floor, music production department.

A man in a suit stood in the corridor, holding a plastic bag from a convenience store in one hand and a hot instant rice ball in the other, and finished eating it in two or three bites when the heat dissipated.

The packaging is tucked into a plastic bag.

He puffed his cheeks, his brows were cold and sharp, his long hair tied into a loose ponytail hung from his shoulders to his chest, and he took out his mobile phone from his pocket.

There was a sudden burst of laughter from behind the door, mixed with English and no less than two small European languages, very international.It was a classy and lively party.

After a while, someone went out and saw the man standing in the corridor, and said in surprise, "Qi Yang? You are here... are you being punished?"

Halfway through the man's speech, he couldn't help gloating in his tone, and there was a bit of sarcasm under the subdivision.

"I just don't want to inhale too much exhaust from idiots." He didn't lift his head: "The concentration of idiots in the room is too high."

Comer: "..."

He took a deep breath, gritted his teeth, and said, "Qi Yang, do you think that you are the smartest and most capable in the world? Your ability is mixed up to what you are now? Do you think you are still the director? Ha, see the situation clearly! You are useless! You can't even get in to the welcome party, Master Cruise can't even recognize your face, and he won't even remember your name!"

"..." After he finished speaking, he gasped for a while, but there was no response.

Taking a closer look, the person in front of him was scrolling through Weibo, but he had already put on an expensive noise-canceling earphone—he probably didn’t hear a word.

The visitor was so angry that his chest was tight and his liver hurt, so he finally gave up a chance to beat the dog in the water, and turned back to the recording studio.

And Qi Yang, the former director of Guangyao Music Production Department and now an ordinary sound engineer, found a new trending search on Weibo.

#Wen Yue Married#

Wen Yue, this name sounds familiar...ah, it's the richest man in real estate.

Young, handsome, mysterious, unmarried.Become the dream president of countless boudoir girls.

Qi Yang never cared about these things, but he remembered Wen Yue, because his former apprentice suddenly jumped up at work one day a year ago, and yelled like crazy, "My husband posted Weibo——".

Qi Yang was calm on the surface, but he was actually taken aback. He opened Weibo to see what he had posted, and his apprentice was so excited that #文越发微博# was on the top of the list.

Click to open it: I have upgraded to Vip5 today!

This kind of system automatically sends advertisements to be able to be searched, which shows that Wen Yue is very popular.

At this moment, Qi Yang rarely clicked in, just wanting to pass the time.Normally, a month ago, he was so busy that he didn't even have time to drink saliva, let alone read gossip.

After all, those idiots left him, like a pool of bastards spilling a pool of mung beans, staring at each other.

@文岳V: Thank you friends from all walks of life for your concern. I have found a partner who swears to be together for a lifetime. [picture]

The picture is a picture of hands clasped with ten fingers.

All of a sudden, the glory, the ringing of the bell, who is good and who is bad, who wins prizes, such trivial matters are crowded to the point of disappearing.

who is it!

Who on earth hooked Mr. Wen, and even posted on Weibo to show off when it was over! ?

A person in charge of a group who has no clear images to spread in the society has learned to post on Weibo to show off! ? ? ?

The corner of Qi Yang's mouth curled up and he sneered.

Recently, the company has been quarreling with people on Weibo, and their music production department has also gotten involved.

The group of little people under him would not dare to fart at him on weekdays. A master came from abroad and began to praise him as much as possible. That master Cruise seems to be the center of the world, who can call the wind and rain, just say a few words Words can leave a deep memory in the hearts of the people of China.

Facts have proved that it is not enough. The real boss just said a word, and no one will look at you anymore.

After only a moment of emotion, Qi Yang put away Weibo and clicked on the music app.At this time, someone passed by in the corridor.

"Teacher Qi?"

Qi Yang vaguely heard it, took off the earphones, narrowed his eyes slightly: "Miao Hang?"

"Hey, Teacher Qi!" Miao Hang said carelessly, "Why are you standing here? You can't smoke here either!"

Qi Yang didn't want to talk too much with him, he was in a good mood if he didn't swear, so he nodded and wanted to plug the earphones back.

"Wait!" Miao Hang interrupted him, looked left and right, bent down mysteriously and asked, "I heard that someone robbed you of your position?"

Qi Yang didn't expect the news to spread so widely, so he frowned unhappily.

"Don't get me wrong," Miao Hang said hastily, "I'm not trying to make sarcastic remarks, I just want to say... Has Mr. Qi ever thought about staying in another place? Jumping a job or something?"

Qi Yang's eyes suddenly sharpened.

……

On the other end, Gu Zhuozhuo was dumbfounded.

"This is my hand?" He said in surprise, "No matter how I look at it, it's a man's hand. You post it on Weibo? What if uncles and aunts see it? No, they will definitely see it... You are on the trending search."

Gu Zhuozhao's chaotic reaction made Wen Yue blame himself.

"I told them." Wen Yue tugged at his earlobe: "Don't panic."

Gu Zhuozhao was surprised again: "You said that!?"

The two looked at each other, and everything around the office became a phantom.

A smile appeared in Wen Yue's eyes, and he said, "I'll do what you're not good at. You can tell me whatever you want."

"You've come after me."