Shining Stars: First Producer

Gossip is probably the fastest-spreading news in the world. Before Lu Cheng came to her office, the sexual news about her and the president had already spread throughout the company.

So, in a corner that Lu Cheng didn't know about, she had been recognized by everyone as the company's president's wife.

"President, the matter you asked me to investigate before has now come out," Assistant Song said.

Hearing this, Song Moran stopped his smooth and smooth strokes, and there was a long, unnecessary black mark on the smooth strokes.

"Let's talk," Song Moran put the pen in his hand aside, looked up at him, and said coolly.

"Su Xiaoyue," Assistant Song said in a low voice.

Song Moran's fingers tightened, leaving a lot of wrinkles on the smooth paper. There was no movement on his face, but the absurd meaning in his heart was not lacking at all.

"Have you found out why?" Song Moran asked, his eyes darkened.

Assistant Song shook his head, and whispered with some lack of confidence, "I didn't find out."

Song Moran glanced at the end of his eyes casually, the coldness in his eyes made Assistant Song lower his head involuntarily, feeling uneasy.

The office became quiet like this. Assistant Song only felt that the temperature around him was getting lower and lower. He didn't dare to raise his head, and whispered, "President, give me a little more time."

Song Moran stopped looking at him and held the pen in his hand again, inadvertently speaking with a little carelessness.

"I'll give you another three days," Song Moran didn't continue to say the following words, but the meaning was already very clear.

Assistant Song nodded, not daring to say anything else.

He knows exactly what Song Moran's personality is, and of course he also understands the consequences if he continues to speak.

"Cancel all of Su Xiaoyue's schedule for the last month," Song Moran said expressionlessly, lowered his head to look at the document, his expression changed for a while, as if he didn't know the consequences of what he said to Su Xiaoyue.

But how could it be possible not to know, Assistant Song thought with a chill in his heart.

For a public figure, what Su Xiaoyue needs most is to maintain her exposure in front of the public. In today's era where everything is updated very quickly, freezing Su Xiaoyue for a month will undoubtedly push her to death.

After getting no answer from Assistant Song for a long time, Song Moran looked up at him, and asked calmly, "Why didn't you speak? Do you have any other thoughts on this matter?"

Assistant Song silently suppressed the disbelief in his heart, and pretended to calmly shake his head in denial, "It's nothing, I'll make arrangements."

Song Moran nodded in satisfaction and stopped talking.

Assistant Song walked out lightly, with many thoughts in mind.

When he finally closed the door, Assistant Song subconsciously raised his head and looked in Song Moran's direction.

What I saw was the silhouette of him looking down at the documents. Regarding this scene, Assistant Song's mood was particularly complicated, and he couldn't find any words to describe it.

"What is the status of Lucheng in Song Moran's heart now?" Assistant Song couldn't help thinking while walking on the road.

Although he knew that Su Xiaoyue had gone too far this time, Song Moran was able to ignore all the benefits that Su Xiaoyue could bring to the company and all the remarks that Xue Zang might bring to the company, but this was the last Assistant Song felt. To the horror.

There are many people around Song Moran who have the same qualifications as him, Assistant Song also learned a lot about the corrupt life of their class, Song Moran is the only exception he knows.

But it's already in the past tense now, Assistant Song sighed.

In ancient times, there were kings who laughed and played with princes for the sake of beauties, but now their presidents give up the interests of the company for the sake of beauties.

Quietly shaking his head, Assistant Song suppressed his thoughts, and walked towards Tang Chen's office expressionlessly.

Su Xiaoyue is the person under his command, so of course Su Xiaoyue should be informed of such a sudden arrangement.

On the other hand, Lu Cheng, who didn't know that Assistant Song spoke so highly of him, was still working hard.

Although she doesn't need to do everything on the shooting site by virtue of her current status in the company, but in order to be able to grasp the final effect, Lu Cheng still watched from the sidelines.

During the long and orderly shooting, Lu Cheng has been paying attention to observing the video in the camera, frowning and curling lips are all in it.

After everything was arranged, Lu Cheng looked at the effect in the camera, frowned, and interrupted them involuntarily.

"I think your lighting can be weaker, what do you think?" Lu Cheng said with a sincere expression.

"Of course," the director agreed quickly, which made Lu Cheng feel a little strange.

It's just that because it's still filming, Lu Cheng can't open his mouth, so he can only keep this question in his heart, and just wait for a suitable time.

In the midst of the chaos, Lu Cheng looked at the camera again, seeing the obviously better composition and lighting than before, and pursed his lips in satisfaction.

Meanwhile, in an office upstairs, a farce was going on noisier than downstairs.

"You said to suspend all of Su Xiaoyue's schedule for this month?" Tang Chen looked at Assistant Song in disbelief and asked in a low voice.

"Yes." Assistant Song nodded, as if he hadn't noticed Tang Chen's ugly face at all.

But as everyone knows, it is precisely because of his attitude that Tang Chen is even more irritated.

His rationality is still there. Although he is annoyed that Assistant Song doesn't give him face at all, Tang Chen still maintains a chilling calm on the surface.

"Did the president say it himself?" Tang Chen asked, clearly not believing what Assistant Song said.

Assistant Song nodded, said a few more words, turned around and was about to leave, but Tang Chen grabbed his shoulders abruptly and couldn't move forward.

"Why is Assistant Song in such a hurry to go back?" Tang Chen said, the movements of his hands became more forceful uncontrollably, "May I know why?"

The sharp pain from his shoulder made Assistant Song turn pale involuntarily, and his tone lost his composure.

With a short body, Assistant Song broke free from Tang Chen's grasp, and said in a low voice, "Why should Tang Jiji ask me if he wants to know the truth of the matter? Wouldn't it be better to ask Su Xiaoyue directly?"

After Assistant Song finished speaking, he didn't care about Tang Chen's reaction at all. He patted his wrinkled clothes lightly with the other hand, turned and walked outside.

Tang Chen watched Assistant Song go farther and farther, his eyes turned a little red because he was suppressing the anger in his heart.