MTL - I’m Walking the Career Line In Dog Blood-Chapter 6

Taiwan is in the hands of the general manager, and the words 'rejecting other judges, opposing the public, ridiculing players' and so on are all over the reflections of his lenses.

He flipped through the book page by page, and when he saw half of it, he put the book on the table, with no smile on his face: "My artist is not a cheap commodity to be bullied."

An Yinong was taken aback.

"If this is your sincerity, then we can talk about liquidated damages."

The general manager's sudden attack shocked everyone, even An Yinong was surprised. Although the other party is here to find fault, it is rare for the boss to go back so hard.

"Don't be angry, Mr. Lu, this condition is a bit harsher, but it is still very sincere. Anyway, we are also serious variety shows that can be on TV.

"Your... Mr. Ke, has not had any resources for a few months? Black and red are also red."

The person in charge of the program seemed to have expected the general manager's reaction. He picked up the script and looked at An Yinong: "Why don't you decide for yourself?"

An Yinong didn't answer: "I believe the manager's decision."

I don't know if the cold medicine is working. He is very sleepy and sleepy now, and there are even shadows in front of him.

An Yinong, who was in poor condition but still remained sane, decided to let the general manager handle this matter entirely. Judging from the previous dialogue, the general manager is fighting for his interests, maybe he can believe it once.

The person in charge took back the script, and he didn't smile: "You can say that you are not satisfied, we also come with sincerity."

"Sincerity?" The general manager lowered his head and read the content on the table, there were instructions on how to act as a demon, how to use himself to set off the truth, goodness and beauty of others, and how to guide fans to tear content.

Even the staff on the show team changed their faces, how is this contract harsh? Simply inhuman. It is to cut off the starship and future of 'Ko Yinong', and even affect his real life.

An Yinong leaned on the tabletop with one hand and held his face, obviously the content that made people angry, but after reciting in a low and calm voice, it made him drowsy.

Strange, since he is such a responsible temporary agent, why did the original owner agree to appear on the show in the plot?

"The stage is not big, but there are a lot of plays."

The general manager is half-smiling, with some sarcasm: "It is a training variety show for 'powerful singers', but internally, it is such a variety show that specializes in cutting fans' leeks?"

"Mr. Lu, this is the way the industry is. You run an entertainment company, don't you know what the unspoken rules are?" The person in charge disagreed.

"The reason why the unspoken rules are unspoken rules is because they are shameful and cannot be revealed publicly, and it is not something to be proud of."

The words of the general manager caught everyone's attention.

The boss is such a boss, no wonder the company is such a company - after five years of operation, there is still no improvement.

An Yinong couldn't help laughing, and suddenly felt that the boss was a little serious and cute.

"Let's talk about liquidated damages. We are in business and abide by the contract rules. If there is no legitimate reason for breach of contract, we need to pay enough liquidated damages. Do you understand this principle?"

The person in charge of the program group sophistry: "That's the case, but your Mr. Ke Yinong is also responsible for the termination of the contract."

An Yinong, whose eyelids were half-drooping, raised his head and sat upright: "Are you going to spit some ivory in your mouth?"

The person in charge choked up, thinking that this company, from the boss to the artist, is such a jarring guy without emotional intelligence, no wonder this broken company can't continue.

"Mr. Ke has been away from the music scene for a long time, and I am afraid that he is not suitable for the popular music style. We are looking for a star mentor, someone who can give pointers to newcomers, Mr. Ke..."

He glanced at An Yinong: "Mr. Ke has lost the ability to sing. He is not a singer-songwriter, and his qualifications are not enough. As a star mentor, I am afraid that he will not be able to convince the public."

"Manager, who else is the star mentor who was appointed before? I want to chat with them?" An Yinong directly interrupted the program director.

"I have no face, I can't have the other three have no face like me. Otherwise, we will also find people from those three companies and have a meeting?"

"This world has always been small, especially people from the same circle. Who doesn't have many friends and teachers, right?"

The program team of "My Walk, My Show" replaced four mentors at a time, indirectly offending four entertainment companies. Although this offense is nothing, people in the shopping mall look at the benefits. But if the four are integrated to eat a piece of meat from the show group, no one will refuse, right?

It is a small variety show on local stations, it is not strong enough to ignore these entertainment companies.

"Mr. Ke really likes to joke." The person in charge of the program group couldn't sit still.

Bypassing a series of language traps, directly finding the biggest weakness of the program team and making use of it, An Yinong's calm and quick response is surprising. Not only the people in the show team looked at him, but even the general manager couldn't help but take a closer look.

The confusion and anxiety on the singer disappeared, and the whole figure was like a re-forged and polished sword, sharp and dazzling.

account to ease his recent financial stress.

After this matter was resolved, the program crew first left with a sullen face, followed by the general manager.

"Ke Yinong." When An Yinong was about to leave, Zhang Ruojun behind him grabbed his arm.

An Yinong turned his head to look at his grasped arm, with no smile or anger on his face, very calm: "Is something wrong?"

Zhang Ruojun was horrified, and subconsciously let go and took a step back.

What happened? In the past, Ke Yinong did not have such a hair-raising look.

"I still have something to do." The dizzy An Yinong turned to leave.

"Wait!" Zhang Ruojun once again remembered when he was assistant to this man. He is so high above and below the dust, he kindly makes suggestions, but he is ridiculed that "you are not qualified to teach me to do things".

At first, he entered this circle because he liked him.

Because of this sudden impulse, Zhang Ruojun grabbed An Yinong's wrist again, opened a small room next to it that was often empty, and dragged people in.

Ann Yinong was pushed to the wall, and he was in a fever state for a moment, and his eyes flashed gold stars. At the same time, many bad memories were evoked, and the line of reason was taut, almost torn off.

This guy…

"Ke Yinong," Zhang Ruojun deceived him, he suppressed his voice, "I have millions of fans, popular variety shows and high-end endorsements, am I qualified to teach you now?"

Am I not present enough?

Why are you ignoring me like this?

"Ugh!" Zhang Ruojun was punched in the abdomen, An Yinong deliberately chose such a position, it is not easy to leave traces.

He looked at Zhang Ruojun, whose eyes were bloodshot, with a half-smile, "Go to the hospital if you are sick, don't be like a mad dog who bites someone when you catch them."

"Why are you ignoring me?" Zhang Ruojun clutched his stomach and gasped. He found that he could bear Ke Yinong's glaring eyes, but he couldn't bear the ignoring just now, as if he was irrelevant on the side of the road Critical garbage.

"Interesting." An Yinong looked at him, the villain in the eyes of the original owner, "You are angry because I ignored you? Did I look at you, it is very important to you?"

Zhang Ruojun choked, and he became angry: "Don't be self-righteous, I just want to prove to you that I am better and more popular than you. The one who was wrong was you!"

This is really... An Yinong can't help laughing: "The packaged fast-moving consumer goods, do you really take yourself seriously? Is a million-level tuner easy to use?"

His hoarse voice was full of provocation, and a fire was burning in Zhang Ruojun's chest: "What about you, senior? Lian Po is old, can you still eat?"

An Yinong covered his forehead with one hand and snorted lightly.

"What are you laughing at?"

"Laughing at you stupid, idol and singer are two concepts."

An Yinong opened his eyes and glanced at Zhang Ruojun: "Is the Chinese music scene coming to an end, all kinds of monsters and ghosts have come out.

"Hey, Zhang Ruojun, what you want to sell is your song, your talent, not the persona and face you packaged. Garbage is also worthy of talking to me about music?"

The original owner and Zhang Ruojun broke up because of their disagreement.

The original owner knew that strength was the foundation for him to go on, so he wanted to temporarily leave the flashy circle to study at the Conservatory of Music, but Zhang Ruojun felt that he should seize the opportunity given by the capital and follow the fans' requirements to reach the top stream location.

An illegitimate fan who tries to control and manipulate idols.

Zhang Ruojun was instantly enraged, he clasped An Yinong's wrist and approached him again:

"Do you think you are still the glamorous 'Kinong' you used to be? You have no 'voice', no resources, and even fans are almost running. What are you proud of here? ?"

"Heh, do you know where they go? They're here with me! Did you ask grandpa to tell grandma for this variety show? But it belongs to me now. Don't tell me about music, Is there anyone else willing to accompany you, this idiot?

"Ke Yinong, you have nothing now. Why don't you come back and be my assistant? I'll give you the highest salary... Ah!"

An Yinong, who was originally under the control of others, slammed Zhang Ruojun's abdomen with his knees, and took advantage of the opponent's absence to turn around and beat him a few times. Zhang Ruojun pressed against the corner.

"Anyway, don't mess around here, I don't like it."

Zhang Ruojun's eyes widened, he was pushed heavily against the wall, the wrist of one hand was buckled, and the neck was locked and tightened by the slender five fingers. His heart was racing, his lips were dry, he didn't know if it was because of nervousness or the feeling of suffocation.

"Zhang Ruojun." An Yinong's voice was hoarse and slow, Zhang Ruojun's ears seemed to be brushed by feathers, and goose bumps appeared on his exposed skin.

He didn't see Anon's face, and he didn't see the blackened eyes: For a person who values ​​music very seriously, a singer is a person who does not allow others to insult sacred profession.

"His hands are so hot." Zhang Ruojun swallowed his saliva, only to feel that the palm of his hand holding his wrist and neck was extremely hot, so hot that it would melt him.

"People are self-aware, don't insult the word singer."

He said this very calmly, but everything from Zhang Ruojun to his abilities was dismissed lightly. Zhang Ruojun returned to reality instantly, a fire pressed in his chest, the more he burned, the more panicked he was.

"Bang!" The closed small door was pushed open, the sound awakened the people inside, An Yinong let go, took two steps back, and looked at the door as if nothing had happened.

The general manager appeared at the door, his eyes swept over Zhang Ruojun, who was against the wall, and stopped at An Yinong.

The clothes are neat and there are no marks. From the scene, Zhang Ruojun looked like a victim, while An Yinong was the perpetrator.

The general manager stretched out his hand and tugged at the bow tie, and his eyes calmed down.

The author has something to say:

General Manager (turning back halfway): Huh? What about my little yellow chicken?

An Yinong: grumble.