"Fuck me, I understand!" Panda's eyes suddenly slapped the table, "Wade was afraid that he would lose the bet and would not be able to get over the face, so he let us spend all our resources to create folk songs. Once there were more folk songs, he drowned "You, the Deskmate"."

This logic has been recognized by many people, but they are not easy to curse.

The fat producer frowned and thought for a moment, then shook his head: "Wade is not such a person, he doesn't care about face."

Panda snorted: "I don't care about face, what else do you care about?"

"He only looks at the profits." The fat man said seriously, "He thinks that it is more profitable to do folk songs now, it's that simple."

"It's ridiculous, how many people only listen to folk songs? The data on "You, My Deskmate" is already soaring."

"It's a bit ridiculous, but we can only understand it this way." The fat man glanced at the others, "Besides, we are not qualified to violate him, right?"

Hearing this, it seemed as if something terrible suddenly flew into the conference room and hovered over everyone's head.

The anger of the producers was suppressed by a kind of fear and tension.

Wade said that one week is just one week, and he has to be responsible for the folk song project if he can't get up.

Thinking of this, everyone packed up their things and left.

"I'm going to do it..."

"Who has folk musicians? I'll recommend it."

"Stop making trouble, this is a scarce resource for the next month."

"Mr. West Lake... where can I ask?"

"It's all messed up..." Pandayan had no choice but to pack up his things, sighed and said to the fat man, "Do you want to go to the bar together?"

"When it comes to folk songs, everyone will go to the bar to find people." The fat man shook his head at his anxious colleagues, "I'll go somewhere else."

Pandayan sighed again. The competition in the company was cruel. He knew that the fat man would not give information for nothing before he saved him. He looked up again and found that three or four people had already jogged out.

Damn, I've started to grab people at the bar!

...

The situation of Qianjin Entertainment is actually not the most embarrassing, because Wade doesn't understand what embarrassment is, and the real embarrassment appears in the committee's office building.

Han Wen trembled and put down the document and stared at the vice chairman: "Have you made a mistake?"

"It's been verified many times." The vice chairman was not very calm, rubbing the few hairs with a bitter look on his face. "The data company has also checked it. All data is completely true, and the standard instant hit curve is the fact that Huarong's data has obvious artificial manipulation."

"No...no fucking reason..." Han Wenjue held his head with his hands and frowned and thought, "It's only been one night, so many new songs, why did it show up? Don't you have to wait for two days?"

"Chairman, you haven't watched social platforms recently?"

"Um?"

"Duke Zhao."

"That sensational scum? What's wrong?"

"Yes, he is a scum, and the attention is there." The vice chairman said and handed the phone to Korean, "You can see it for yourself."

What Han Wen saw was the message sent by Mr. Zhao before going to bed last night. It doesn’t matter anything else, the essence is in the middle.

[Spiritual Retardant List Committee! As long as you are a person, you can tell that you are better than those garbage by just listening to it! Are you getting your salary to buy toilet paper to wipe your shit? Or are you listening to music using a shit place?]

It doesn’t matter if you scold me, after all, Da Gong Zhao scolds everyone.

However, Grand Duke Zhao is really not a brainless troll. He scolds him very accurately every time.

For things like recommendation, you must use your butt to line up. Only stupid people will give up such a big profit and really listen to the song recommendation. Why don’t you understand, Grand Duke Zhao!

Wait, maybe I don’t understand myself.

Han Wen gradually calmed down. He was so easy to get angry that he could not become the chairman.

He leaned on the back of the chair, came up with a possibility, and said slowly: "You said... Will Lu Jian and Zhao Da Gong hook up together?"

"Who is Lu Jian?"

"It's the boss of Star Factory."

"Oh oh...you mean, sing a double act hype?"

"What about that?"

"This... doesn't look like it." The vice chairman's thoughts were the same as his appearance, and they were very conservative. "First, Grand Duke Zhao never plays this set. Second, have you listened to that song?"

"What am I listening to it?"

The vice chairman sighed, trying to say something, but he didn't dare to say it.

"Did you listen?" Han Wen asked.

"Yes." The vice chairman looked at Han Wen carefully, "It's indeed...it's a bit of meaning, but it's still a mediocre voice."

At the same time, he pointed to the file on the desktop: "The data at 8 o'clock in the morning, "You, the Deskmate" has been twice as many as the main song of Huarong, which can reflect some problems."

As he was talking, a knock on the door rang.

"Wait a minute! I'm busy." Han Wen shouted impatiently.

However, the people outside didn't buy it and pushed the door open.

Mu Xianxue held the door, stretched out half of her body, and looked at the two of them with a smile.

No matter how calm Han Wen was, she couldn't hold it in her eyes, and her whole face was about to be irritated.

"Yes, that's it, I'm looking forward to it." Mu Xianxue finally laughed out loud.

"Committee Mu..." Han Wen was really angry this time. He said in a tight voice, "Respect is the minimum politeness between people."

"Sorry, I'm really sorry, but I really came for official business."

"Are you talking about official business?"

"It's too urgent, I don't care about my attitude." Mu Xianxue finally entered the office, walked to Han Wen, put away her pride just now, and restored the calmness of the past. "Chairman Han, our authority on both lists is getting worse and worse. In this issue, Mr. Zhao's criticism was very loud, and "You, the deskmate" emerged, and public opinion has been undercurrent."

"I know this." Han Wen turned his head and didn't dare to look directly at her.

"I suggest to make a temporary adjustment, give the middle recommendation position of "You, My Deskmate", and give Hua Rong's two recommendation positions to other new songs. Although we will be scolded, we at least did the right thing."

"Young, simple, childish." A series of criticisms in Korean came like a ball. "Hua Rong has far more fans than Zhao Da Gong. Taking away Hua Rong's recommendation position at this time will not only slap himself in the face, but also anger Hua Rong's supporters."

"It's better than angering everyone." Mu Xianxue held one hand on the table, "I don't care about other things. As committee members, we have the responsibility to maintain the authority of the list. Once we lose this, we will be nothing."

"I understand." Han Wen waved his hand with anger, "Our men's thinking is much more thorough than your theory of playing house. Don't break in and promote these naive things in the future."

What else Mu Xianxue wanted to say, but the vice chairman had already stood up and hugged her out.

After leaving the office and entering the elevator all the way, the vice chairman said, "You, you said! The more you are, the less you talk. He is so angry that he has no place to vent his temper. Are you not asking for trouble?"

"Everyone is afraid of things, how can you do it?"

"You understand!" The vice chairman shook his head in distress, "If your father had not had his legacy, you would have been kicked out long ago. As a lesbian, don't always think about being a soldier, okay?"

"This is just the most basic responsibility, why are you a warrior?"

"Okay, you're amazing, I won't say anything."

When he arrived at the floor, the vice chairman asked Mu Xianxue to leave like a plague god.

In the branch office area, when everyone saw Mu Xianxue walking with her head raised, she avoided her gaze, her face was a little hot, but she felt more jealous.

Mu Xianxue smiled. She really saw what she was expecting. She was not only cowardly and incompetent, but also as timid as a mouse.

But she suddenly felt very sad.

These people.
Chapter completed!