The colleagues of the company who were hiding in the distance to watch the conference room were surprised to find that boss Fang Jinghui had fled in panic.

What's going on?

Could it be that Xiao Mo hit someone?

Uh... It doesn't seem like they want to do something when they communicate so well.

"Actually you can think from a different perspective."

A faint voice sounded in the crowd: "What if it was Mr. Fang Jinghui who suddenly had diarrhea?"

As soon as these words came out, they were silent in an instant.

Many colleagues looked at the direction where the sound came with incredible eyes, and saw that the person who was speaking was Zhao Mengen!

"What? Is there any problem?"

Zhao Mengen blinked, she just told a very likely truth.

"Our company has a toilet. If it's diarrhea, it can be solved in the company. There is no need to run out, right?"

A colleague questioned.

"Our company is squatting on the toilet, and boss Fang Jinghui may like to sit in the toilet."

Zhao Mengen said seriously: "Also, he may like to use familiar toilets, which will make you feel safer and relax unconsciously... I am very experienced."

Because she is a person who recognizes the toilet, it is the same as many people who sleep and recognizes the bed.

"Ah..."

The colleagues didn't know how to refute it for a moment.

Just then—

"What are you doing here?"

Xiao Mo's voice came from behind, startling his colleagues, and then his eyes were all looking at Zhao Mengen.

Zhao Mengen's heart thumped, and secretly scolded the colleagues for being unfaithful, and said calmly: "We are discussing the incident of the big boss Fang Jinghui coming to our company as a guest. Everyone was surprised, but I told them that Fang Jinghui was the first big boss to come to our company, but he would never be the last one. One day, we [Miracle Entertainment] will become bigger and stronger and become the largest entertainment company in Qinzhou."

Colleagues: "…"

You are really good at making up.

...

Fang Jinghui walked very quickly, as if he was avoiding the plague god.

Until a phone call called him away, it was the phone call of Zeng Wentao, director of "Next Today".

"You're going to meet Xiao Mo?"

Zeng Wentao asked as soon as he came up.

"How do you know?"

Fang Jinghui raised his eyebrows: "You were sending someone to follow me, right? Or, what tracker did you install on me?"

This is certainly a joke.

They are also good friends with personal relationships and are aware of each other's character.

"You're always like this."

Zeng Wentao chuckled and said, "Every time, there are some genius juniors in the music circle, you want to talk to each other. Although you will return disappointed every time, you have never stopped. This time, Xiao Mo made such a big noise and snatched the order from you. With your strong curiosity, how could you not go and take a look?"

"You're still embarrassed to say it?"

Fang Jinghui snorted coldly: "It would be fine if you didn't want my new song. I think the two songs "Next Today" and "Ten Years" are not as good as those of you, and there is nothing to say, but when you were marketing for the new movie, you also brought me in the entertainment industry to let the entire entertainment industry know that I was intercepted by Xiao Mo... This is a bit unfair, right?"

"How could it be so exaggerated?"

Zeng Wentao waved his hand: "Your new song is not used because Xiao Mo's two songs are more suitable. As for why you are marketing... that's not helping you promote it."

"Help me promote it?"

Fang Jinghui smiled angrily: "So, I want to thank you?"

"You're welcome, this is what I should do."

Zeng Wentao also smiled, not feeling embarrassed at all: "I know that your song "The Pearl of the Sea" will definitely be released. This time, it seems that your reputation has been damaged, but it can make the public curious about your new song. At that time, as soon as your new song is released, it will soon cause a craze on the entire network."

"You should know, I don't care about that."

Fang Jinghui shook his head.

As a trump musician, he has long achieved financial freedom. He doesn't care whether the new songs are good or bad, whether they make money.

"Yes, you don't care about this, including your reputation."

Zeng Wentao said in a tone of "I know you very well".

“…”

Fang Jinghui was speechless, feeling that this old friend's skin was getting thicker and thicker.

He doesn't care about these things. To be more precise, he doesn't care about anything except music itself. This is his lifelong love and the key to his ability to become a trump musician.

but--

If he doesn't care, it doesn't mean he can tolerate others' random "trampling" and he is a trump musician at any time. After all, he is also the top big guy and the most authoritative expert in the entire music circle. He also wants to save face.

"How is Xiao Mo?"

Zeng Wentao quietly changed the topic: "Do you think he has the potential to become a trump musician?"

Over the past decade, Fang Jinghui has communicated with hundreds of talented musicians, but most of them have returned in disappointment, which makes him feel satisfied, or even stunning, and is only a handful of them.

But facts have proved that Zeng Wentao's vision is very vicious and accurate.

Most of the genius musicians he was optimistic about eventually became gold medal musicians, and two of them were even promoted to the ace level.

And those he is not optimistic about... there is no one who is powerful so far. The limit is that high-level musicians are almost impossible to go up. The talent is here, and the difference in talent cannot be compensated by acquired efforts.

Sometimes, the thing about spiritual chicken soup not only cannot heal, but it will harm people a lot.

"This...is hard to say."

Fang Jinghui frowned slightly. Thinking of Xiao Mo's series of "strange" performances, he didn't know how to evaluate it for a moment.

"And what you can't see correctly?"

Zeng Wentao was curious.

Over the years, Fang Jinghui's judgment methods have been very decisive. He either said it well or it was not good. He never knew what tactfulness is. Of course, when he reached his level, he did not need tactfulness. He was more charming in his straightforwardness.

Xiao Mo was the first person to let Fang Jinghui say the three words "It's hard to say", which surprised Zeng Wentao a little.

"Xiao Mo is a little strange."

Fang Jinghui shook his head: "In theory, he should have a strong understanding of music creation, even far beyond ordinary gold medal musicians when he was able to make songs such as "Next Today", "Ten Years", "Later", "War World", "Chasing Dreams and Child Hearts", and "One and Away", but when I talked to him, I found that his knowledge content in creative skills, creative experience, creative philosophy, etc. was as shallow as a beginner."

"He also wrote "World of War" and "Chasing Dreams and Child Hearts"?"

Zeng Wentao was a little surprised.

As "The King of Masked Singer" becomes more and more popular and gradually develops into the first-class music variety show, these two songs have become popular all over the Internet.

but--

No one has ever guessed that the mysterious player named "Wangcai" was Xiao Mo, and Fang Jinghui was the first one.

"I am one of the audience, and I heard Xiao Mo's voice."
Chapter completed!