Chapter 45 Senior Brother, your name is Shock

Gu Dechao, a Chinese Hong Kong native, was 27 years old and was directly poached or picked up by Qibu Media from a certain Jiuli Film and Television Company and appointed as the company's artistic director. A miscellaneous fish, who was not even a supporting role, was placed on the set, and a joke that was not originally related to the development of the company, added a joke that did not exist in the Hong Kong entertainment industry. So much so that the general manager of Qibu Media, Yang Cheng, who was poached from Royal Entertainment in the UK before the company was established, was embarrassed to say hello to his peers for a long time. In fact, Yang Cheng has resigned many times in his head these days, but whenever the pleasure passed, the cruel reality would always stand up and say to him immediately and say, "Wake up, child, that's just a dream." I remember that the little devil with the code-name boss said to him before leaving, "After I leave Hong Kong, you are the biggest boss of Qibu Media, and I'll ask you for everything in the company.

If you are unhappy and want to resign, you don’t have to come to me. The board of directors of the Song Group accepts this business." He still remembers the strange smile on the face of the little demon when he said this, and his disdain for the little demon who always mentioned the childish behavior of the Song family. Now, it seems that everything can be explained. At this time, he has been in a dilemma, and he has taken a step back. If the company fails, he declares that he will inevitably be wiped out. Further, resigning, he will undoubtedly offend the Song family. Of course, he can also choose to give up directly, but considering the little demon's terrifying strength that only showed a corner of it, he really feels that it is not worth it to run away for this matter. So Yang Cheng was ten percent nervous and 10 percent entangled.

The sound of "Dangdang" knocking on the door interrupted Yang Cheng's painful entanglement.

"Come in." Yang Cheng said, holding his slightly painful forehead. A fat man with a smile on his face walked in, so Yang Cheng unconsciously increased the strength of his hands because his head hurts even more.

"Mr. Yang, the boss just called me and asked me to go to Yanjing tomorrow to interview a singer, and asked you to find a way to invite Mr. Dai Cong, the godfather of Hong Kong music, to accompany me. In addition, the boss also said that if possible, you will hire Dai Cong directly to our company." The smile on the fat Gu Dechao's face remained undiminished. Just like the role he played later, no one who saw him didn't want to go up and ravage him.

"Do you think it's possible?" Yang Cheng gritted his teeth and collapsed. His temples were jumping and his anger. Damn, what kind of newcomer is worth the company's artistic director to go to Yanjing for an interview? The first joke was already very cold. Is the little devil planning to make a colder one?

"The boss has guessed that you will say this, and he asked me to tell you that everything is possible." While deeply impressed by the boss's wisdom and wisdom in his heart, Gu Dechao replied.

"I understand, go back and wait for my news." Yang Cheng said word by word. In fact, if he hadn't had enough cultivation and had no intention of mocking the fat man in front of him with the words "Come and beat me" on his face, his little universe would have exploded long ago. He could use his big move at any time with full anger at this moment. The little devil is indeed not a human, and such an imaginative command should never come from a normal human. In the background of desolate music in his mind, he went over and over again.

I was muttering again; I was wrong, I was really wrong, I shouldn't have jumped up at the beginning. If I didn't jump over the nest, I wouldn't have become the subordinate of the little devil. If I didn't become the subordinate of the little devil, my life would not be so tragic... After a long time, he picked up the phone and said, "Hey, hello, Teacher Dai? I'm Yang Cheng, yes, but I've jumped to Qibu Media now. Uh, you have also heard that, yes, our company has recruited a fat boy. Yes, it's the one who deserves a beating when she smiles..."

And the little devil, Wang Qibu Xiaopeng’s children are doing at the moment? Select songs. Yes, he is choosing songs for the performance next month. As for where to choose? Shameless as he naturally set the venue in his memory. First of all, the song he chose must be red songs. In such a political occasion, even if Michael Jackson comes, he will be asked to sing "Oriental Red" or "Story of Spring". Of course, considering the reality, you can sing the English version, and the space walk can also be retained, but the classic crotch-covering action must be blocked, otherwise it is not impossible to trigger a war. Long live the harmony and harmony world unity. Secondly, the later the selected song, the better, and those specific eras are recorded.

No matter how classic the song is, you must give up all unclear songs. But you must not cause any car crashes, otherwise you will not be embarrassed, and the key is still unclear. In fact, Wang Qibu has sorted out every song he plagiarized, and is ready to take it out and put it on the market as soon as there is a right time. Perhaps it is immoral, but Wang Qibu also has his own principles; if you don’t plagiarize the famous songs, he doesn’t want to deprive any artist of the opportunity to succeed. Finally, a red song "Follow You" two thousand years later was selected by Wang Qibu. This is a bel canto song, and the simple and sensual melody of the lyrics is the biggest feature of this song. Compared with other solemn and Dharma-like red songs, this song is more romantic and graceful.

Dang is anthropomorphized, like expressing love to his lover who is supporting him; that day you held my hand and let me follow you. I walked behind you with firm steps. I walked with you through cold rivers, endured with difficulties, walked with you through bumpy paths, from spring to autumn, and maybe I have to go through countless years. The desire for happiness is always in my heart, thousands of miles, I have never looked back, thousands of years, I have never looked back... I remember when Wang Qibu heard this song for the first time, he was deeply moved. So he firmly believed that this song would definitely touch those people like his grandfather who had been with Dang for the rest of his life.

Maybe some people would say it's just a performance. Does Wang Qibu pay so much attention? Gu Jianjun is also idle and he is also tired of it. He knows that Wang Qibu will not develop on this road in the future, but why did he do this? The answer is that this performance is very important. Gu Jianjun's eggs don't hurt. He should take the word "good intention" in this way. Just like when the king chose the crown prince in ancient times, he would definitely choose those that were often expressed in front of him, and he would definitely not choose those that were almost forgotten. Although today is not as good as the ancients, he is old with a special identity.

The benefits of showing a big face in front of the generation to Wang Qibu's future development are self-evident. Just as the phone on the bottom of the gucci bag rang, "Hey." Wang Qibu held the heavy phone. At the same time, he cursed the author of a rebirth novel he had read in his previous life, because the novel described the plot of the protagonist holding a foreign luxury mobile phone to show off everywhere. After Wang Qibu really put himself in his shoes, he realized that there was a phone, but he was fucking no corresponding network, just like North Korea before he was reborn.

"Boss." Yang Cheng's gritting teeth came from the other side of the phone.

"Oh, it's Chengcheng, is there anything wrong?" Wang Qibu asked.

"Dai Cong rejected our invitation." Yang Cheng even announced the bad news to Wang Qibu with some slight joy.

"Oh, that's it. Thank you for your hard work. Don't take this small failure to heart." Wang Qibu persuaded him unprofessionally.

"Uh, what is my personal failure? Is it obviously a problem for you to force me?" Yang Cheng said naturally dissatisfied.

"Where is it? It's just that you lack a method. You can call him again and give him two ways, one is a high salary and the other is a ban. How simple." Wang Qibu said simply as he said.

"Bank? Simple? Do you know Dai Cong's status in the Hong Kong music scene? Do you know how many stars he has made famous? Even if we can't recruit such an entertainment company, we must not offend him." Yang Cheng had realized that if he just continued to work in Qibu Media like this, it would be certain that he would have lost his life. It would be so fucking bad.

"Class Chengcheng, you should be more confident. Remember, in Hong Kong, I, or Qibu Media, can only offend a few people. You can just joke, but this time it was an order. Call Dai Cong and ask him to do multiple-choice questions between high salary and ban." Wang Qibu hung up the phone after saying that. Judging from the rumors he heard in his previous life, Comrade Dai Cong is an artist who loves talents and money more, so Wang Qibu still has great confidence in seeing him in Yanjing tomorrow.

In the presidential suite of the Wangfu Hotel, Wang Qibu leaned on the sofa and ate free fruits, while Wang Fei, who was beside him, was looking at the room and sighing at Wang Qibu's prodigality. This was mainly because of the first conversation after entering the door; "How much does this room cost a day?" Wang Fei.

"I don't know, I'm a yearly package." Wang Qibu.

The doorbell of "Ding Dong" rang. Seeing that Wang Qibu had no intention of standing up, Wang Fei had to get up and go to open the door.

"Hello, is Boss Wang inside?" asked the fat man, one of the two fat guys standing outside the door.

"Here, you two, please come in." Wang Fei said, giving up. She now completely believed in the authenticity of what Wang Qibu said, because she recognized the middle-aged and elderly person behind the fat man. Dai Cong! The third of the four great kings in the Hong Kong music industry are all disciples. The tragic Wang Fei found that she, who has always had good psychological qualities, was shocked again.

"Welcome to Yanjing. Thank you for your hard work, sit down." Wang Qibu, who had not moved his butt, said.

"Boss, this is the first time I have seen you. You are younger than the rumors among old colleagues in the company. Thank you for giving me such a good job opportunity. I will definitely work hard." Gu Dechao expressed his determination and expressed his determination. The confusion of the word order revealed the tension in his heart.

"Haha, you are also fatter than I thought before. It takes talent to engage in art, and you happen to have this kind of thing. So being able to poach you is also the luck of Qibu Media." Wang Qibu said. In front of the employees, he still has to show his maturity hidden deep in his heart. After saying that, he turned his head to Dai Cong, "Hello Teacher Dai, you have made the wisest choice."

"Haha, when Fatty told me about your age on the plane, I didn't believe it. Now that I saw you, I thought of all the unexpected actions of Qibu Media, and I finally figured it out." Dai Cong said this indifferently. This is reasonable. He was threatened and forced to compromise. It is also worth a bit of temper.

"Well, I know you must have ideas. Okay, I've vented now. Don't be so naughty and naughty in the future." Ten-year-old Wang Qibu preached Dai Cong, who is nearly fifty years old.

"You..." Dai Cong was angry.

"I am your boss." Wang Qibu was extremely calm.
Chapter completed!