In the office, the furniture layout and tones are relatively serious, and the dark brown theme and the committee flag on the table make the atmosphere a little serious.

A man with a buzz cut who was not much older than Lu Jian was sitting at the table, with a big white face and a slightly fat face.

Seeing the two of them coming in, he didn't get up and continued to be busy with his own affairs. He just said, "I'm busy today and don't have much time. I'm sorry, Lao Xing."

"It's okay." Old Xing led Lu Jian to pull a chair and sat opposite Han Wen. He didn't talk nonsense and went straight to the point, "Xiao Han, are you going to get the recommendation seat tonight?"

"Well, the meeting will be settled soon." Han Wen glanced up at Lu Jian, "Yeah, Mr. Lu, long time no see."

"haven't seen you for a long time."

Han Wen then smiled and put down the document at hand, leaned on the back of the chair, waiting for Lao Xing to speak, full of posture.

Old Xing didn't go around the corner and told the situation all the time.

After he explained it clearly, he looked at Lu Jian and then at Korean: "Old Lu helped you a lot back then. Let's take a little trick."

"This matter is not small, Lao Xing, this is a matter of principle." Han Wen waved his hand immediately, "It's not that I don't give you face. The recommendation position was decided by the committee meeting. You can't be favored. Whoever has the best song, we will recommend whoever we recommend."

After saying that, he said to Lu Jian again: "It's easy to say anything else, I can't help you."

"Oh, that's disturbing." Lu Jian was about to get up and leave.

Old Xing pressed Lu Jian and said to Han Wen: "Xiao Han, we are not secretly talking, that's OK."

"No." Han Wen waved her hand again.

Old Xing breathed a sigh of relief and thrust out the door: "Can others help me, but can't Lao Lu's son help me?"

Han Wen waved his hand awkwardly and said, "Don't talk about Lao Xing, it's really not possible. The recommended positions in this issue are already full."

When Old Xing heard this perfunctory sentence, his heart was already angry, but he still pressed on fire and said, "Didn't you say you wanted to hold a meeting just now? Now it's full again?"

Han Wen was a little impatient and scratched his ears: "I said Lao Xing, how many years have passed, do you still have the heart to help him?"

Here he is obviously talking about Lu Jian.

"It's my business whether to help him or not. I haven't seen you help him for so many years." Xing Dawei said seriously, "Is it okay to do it once? This may be his last chance."

Lu Jian didn't know what to say, but he happened to have information on his mobile phone, so he lowered his head to check it out.

"Look at his virtue." Han Wen simply pointed at Lu Jian and said, "Is there any benefit for you to help him?"

"I feel at ease."

"Sorry, I feel uneasy." Han Wen leaned on the back of the chair, picked up the shelf again, pointed to the documents on the table and said, "How can I, as the chairman, be a favoritism?"

"Xiao Han..."

"Call me Chairman Han!" Han Wen's eyes were a little fierce, and it was fleeting. "Please pay attention to your identity, Committee Member Xing."

Old Xing shook his body, and he seemed a little angry, and he couldn't hold it back this time.

"Let's not pretend to be confused because of your understanding? I don't understand." Xing Dawei slapped the table lightly and seriously, "If you don't help, say you won't help. Don't use justice to excuse others. You used to be a good young man, but now you are a bureaucratic person?"

"Speak well, why are you excited?" Han Wen snorted, then glanced at Lu Jian who was lowering his head to work on his phone, "Okay, then I'll just say, don't help, this is OK."

"Okay!" Old Xing immediately stood up, "I would rather you speak like this. It's like a personal person. 300,000, right? Old Lu and I have a relationship with this number, right? No problem, I'll give it!"

"What are you talking about? I don't understand." Han Wen smiled, "Pay attention to your words and deeds, Committee Member Xing."

After the Korean language, he nodded at Lu Jian again: "Young master, stop playing with your phone, it's time to leave."

"Uploaded." Lu Jian stood up at his phone, "It should be visible in the database."

"What?"

"The new song produced by Star Factory, "You, the deskmate." Lu Jian shook his phone, "so that you can appear on the list tomorrow, right?"

"Yes, yes." Han Wen couldn't help but smile, "What type of this song is this...?"

“Folk ballads, campus ballads.”

"Okay, okay, pretty good." Han Wen shook his head and smiled, "I won't give it to you."

"Don't you listen?" Lu Jian asked sincerely.

"No... are you finished?" Han Wen stood up holding the table and didn't dare to scold Lao Xing directly. He had to point at Lu Jian and scolded, "I'm very busy and don't have time to listen to the broken songs of companies like yours. If it weren't for Lao Xing's face, you wouldn't have the chance to see me in your life."

"You misunderstood. I don't want to recommend a position." Lu Jian's expression was very sincere. "I'm afraid that "Your Deskmate" will perform too well, but I don't even have a recommended position. This way... your job is very unprofessional."

Han Wen stared at Lu Jian for a moment, then couldn't control himself anymore and laughed loudly.

"Hahahaha, I've learned to be humorous, Mr. Lu."

"I reminded you." Lu Jian stopped talking nonsense, put away his phone and walked out with Lao Xing.

"You've thought too much, you've thought too much." Han Wen was still intoxicated by Lu Jian's performance, "Don't be at the bottom, don't be at the bottom. It's embarrassing to be at the bottom, but it doesn't matter, you're not afraid of embarrassing!"

Amid the Korean ridicule, Xing Dawei pulled Lu Jian out of the office and walked into the elevator.

After entering the elevator, Xing Dawei cursed with a calm face: "Why are you fighting with him? He is an official!"

Lu Jian was a little embarrassed: "I thought... you were the one who quarreled with him first. Aren't we on the side?"

"Oh..." Xing Dawei sighed, his face still not very good-looking, "I didn't expect that the artist that your father cultivated back then turned out to be like this..."

"Artist? He?"

"I'll get fat after becoming an official." Xing Dawei shook his head and tried his best to get rid of his emotions. "In this way, I'll help you find a copyright company relationship to make them a little more expensive... and avoid you from losing any grain."

"I really don't need Uncle Xing, really." Lu Jian said calmly, "I have confidence."

"Child, it's a good thing to have confidence, but this job is not that simple."

“It’s not that complicated.”

As he was talking, the elevator arrived at the B1 parking lot, and a bald man had already been waiting here.

When the elevator door opened, Lao Huang looked at the expressions of the two, suppressed the secret joy in his heart, stared at his eyes and sniffed, and asked in his unique old spittoon voice: "You... haven't the agreement done?"

Damn this person's sense of smell is really invincible.

Xing Dawei snorted: "Are you happy?"

"If there is no such thing as Commissioner Xing, I'm not here." Old Huang smiled and pressed the elevator door and asked the two of them to come down.
Chapter completed!