Shining Stars: First Producer

"You want to take care of it?" After being stunned for a long time, someone in the group asked angrily.

Under such circumstances, Lu Cheng didn't want to have any big quarrel with them, so he closed his eyes and tried to suppress the tyranny in his heart.

She said in a cold voice, "The situation in the company is not as serious as you said. Is there any need to start planning the next company for yourself now?"

Although Lu Cheng has tried his best to suppress his anger, but there is still something unavoidable in his speech, which is much more mean than before.

"It's not like you have a financial backer to support you. If you don't hurry up and find another home, will you starve to death with the company?" Someone replied, and the tone of Lu Cheng was very mocking.

"You're wrong, the company is almost gone, and the sponsor must not be in the mood to support you." Another person answered.

All the things were imposed on Lu Cheng's head, as if they forgot that the things between Lu Cheng and Song Moran were all created by themselves.

Enraged by such a bunch of chattering women in front of her, Lu Cheng took a deep breath and said, "You don't have to worry about my affairs, you should think about what to do in the future!"

After Lu Cheng finished speaking, under the inexplicable eyes of those people, he dialed Song Moran's phone number, and his emotions were full enough without brewing.

"Song Moran," Lu Cheng shouted, and what he saw in front of him was a person who was all tensed up.

"In this case, will firing a few people have a big impact on the company?" Lu Cheng asked straight to the point without going around in circles.

Song Moran's eyes flashed, and he said in a flat tone, "The company hasn't fallen to this point, you can do whatever you want."

Getting these words from Song Moran, Lu Cheng was like getting Shang Fang's sword. She glanced at those people, and she quickly hung up the phone.

"Lu Cheng, what do you want to do?" Someone couldn't hold his breath and raised his voice to ask.

Hearing the unconcealable anxiety in her tone, Lu Cheng sneered and said, "What do I want to do? Of course I want to help you."

After she finished speaking, regardless of the reactions of those people, she directly dialed the company's HR department.

After a while of exchanges between you and me, Lu Cheng smiled and hung up the phone, looking at those people with increasingly disdainful eyes.

That's because of Song Moran's instruction, the company's actions were very fast. Two minutes after Lu Cheng hung up the phone, other people received calls one after another.

Clenched fingers one by one, looking haggard.

"You're ruthless!" Someone said, the fingertips holding the phone turned white, but they didn't dare to really do anything to Lu Cheng.

Time passed by little by little, and everything was a foregone conclusion, Lu Cheng looked around and saw that more than half of the people around him were missing, a trace of disappointment flashed in his eyes.

After thinking about it, under the fearful eyes of other people, Lu Cheng said in a deep voice, "I know that everyone here may also feel uneasy, but I think that under such circumstances, what we should do is to keep The most basic calm..."

Song Moran upstairs didn't know what happened downstairs, and he didn't know how much work the woman had done to appease other people's hearts.

Tick ​​tock, the clock is working non-stop, the hour hand quickly moved half a circle, and finally landed at the eight o'clock position.

"Lu Cheng," Song Moran shouted in a low voice, paying no attention to the half-empty tables and chairs, as if he didn't see them at all.

Hearing the familiar deep voice, Lu Cheng turned around in surprise, stood up and trotted over, looked up at Song Moran and asked, "Why are you down now? What can I do for you?"

"It's time to get off work," Song Moran said, reaching out to pull back Lu Cheng's slightly skewed collar.

"So fast?" Lu Cheng was a little surprised, but looking at the time on the phone, it was indeed too late, and said quickly, "Wait for me, I'll go get something."

Song Moran nodded, but didn't speak, the only thing he could hold in his eyes was Lu Cheng's figure.

What neither of them knew was that after they left hand in hand, the rest of the office couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

The originally small voices became huge when superimposed. They looked at each other and couldn't help laughing.

The eyes looking at the door are very complicated, envious of Lu Cheng, puzzled by Song Moran, or both.

Song Moran didn't intend to ask, but Lu Cheng couldn't help but start talking.

"Did you see the empty desks in the office just now? Those people were fired in the afternoon." Lu Cheng said, thinking of what those people did, she couldn't help puffing her cheeks.

The original delicate outline suddenly bulged into a soft little bag, which looked soft. Song Moran couldn't help but rubbed his fingers, and then controlled the urge to put his hand on it.

"Well," Song Moran nodded expressionlessly, but he didn't hear clearly what Lu Cheng just said.

But his expression was too serious, Lu Cheng never imagined that someone would be distracted by such an expression, and continued to talk.

"I really don't understand those people. Even though I am a member of the company, I want to do something bad about my company." Lu Cheng said, still a little bit aggrieved.

Seeing her groaning, Song Moran felt soft and sweet in his heart, like the softest cotton candy.

After thinking about it, Song Moran cautiously put his hand on Lu Cheng's shoulder, and comforted him, "It's just that they don't like this company, you don't have to think too much."

Lu Cheng nodded, thinking of their ugly faces later, she couldn't help but pursed her lips and smiled.

"They got their wish when they were fired," Lu Cheng said, her eyes sparkling.

Song Moran patted her on the shoulder, but didn't speak.

The car has been running smoothly all the time, all I can see is the passing scenery outside, and I soon arrived at the place where Lucheng lives.

After jumping out of the car in a few steps, Lu Cheng turned to look at Song Moran, and said, "I'm home, you should go back quickly."

Song Moran nodded, but did not leave immediately. Instead, he waited until he could no longer see Lu Cheng's back before slowly closing the car door.

"Go to the old house," Song Moran ordered expressionlessly, closing his eyes in a lack of interest.

"Okay," the driver replied softly, skillfully steering the car on the road.

Unsurprisingly, Song Moran's mother in the old house was sitting on the sofa expressionlessly, the rare low air pressure around her body made the helpers at home dare not even speak.

Pushing the door open, Song Moran rubbed his forehead with some headaches, and shouted, "Mother."

Song's mother glanced at him, and said in an indifferent way, "It turns out that our busy people still know to come home."

Hearing these words, Song Moran felt more pain in his forehead.