Shining Stars: First Producer

As the director spoke slowly, the light in Tang Chen's eyes became brighter and brighter, looking at the director's eyes was very gratifying.

He had already thought about this method, but because of Su Xiaoyue's status and the embarrassing situation in the company, he kept this idea in his heart and never told anyone.

"Then do you think it's worth giving up Su Xiaoyue in the current situation in the company?" Tang Chen continued to ask, not giving the director any time to relax.

Facing Tang Chen's increasingly aggressive inquiries, the director didn't even have time to think and react, subconsciously raised his head and responded, "It's not worth it!"

The director spoke in a hurried tone, as if he was afraid that if he spoke slowly, Tang Chen would make a decision.

"Tsk," Tang Chen made a dissatisfied single sound, obviously what the director said was not the answer he wanted to hear.

However, what the director said made some sense. Tang Chen nodded and said softly, "Don't worry about the messy news on the Internet. The company will deal with it. What you need to consider now is whether you can make more Good show?"

"Yes!" Nodding without thinking, the director's heart is filled with the courage to move forward, which is a very precious and rare wealth.

"Remember what you said," Tang Chen nodded, indicating that the director could leave.

As for himself, he called Song Moran after being quiet for a while, as an equal communicator.

"I didn't expect the president to do such a thing," Tang Chen mocked mercilessly.

Listening to his words, Song Moran's expression didn't change at all.

"Not as good as you," Tang Chen had been brewing in his heart for a long time with the understatement, and he held back what he was going to say.

"However, using a knife behind my back like this won't have any essential impact on me. The president might as well think of other ways," Tang Chen quickly adjusted his mentality, and said with a light smile.

"At least it's better than the reputation of plagiarism," Song Moran said, his eyes fell into the shadows, making it difficult to see clearly.

"I never knew that the president is also a person with a sharp tongue," Tang Chen said in a slightly uncomfortable tone, with both surprise and sarcasm in his voice.

He was not a good-tempered person in the first place, and he was at a disadvantage every time he talked with Song Moran. How could Tang Chen, who thought he was on an equal footing, accept such a gap?
After hanging up the phone on the other side, Song Moran's face was also a little unhappy, not only from Tang Chen's repeated shocks, but also from other people's eagerness to move.

Stretching out his hand to press his aching temple, Song Moran calmed down, looking for a way to break the situation, but at this moment, Lu Cheng pushed the door open and entered.

"Song Moran," Lu Cheng yelled softly, with a dull face, looking downcast and sad.

"?" Song Moran looked up, with a bit of doubt in his expression.

"Is it necessary to have a new program to bring the company back to life?" Lu Cheng asked with a serious tone.

"Why do you say that?" Song Moran watched as he gently put down the pen in his hand, slowly stood up and walked in front of her.

Lu Cheng shook his head weakly, and whispered what he saw, heard, thought and thought today.

"Tang Chen's program has already been released, and it has received a very high degree of attention. If it wasn't for Su Xiaoyue, and all kinds of news were exposed, their program ranking would definitely be higher."

"And everyone doesn't know that this show is just an idea they copied. They cheer for the copycats. No one cares who is the original."

Lu Cheng chattered, the dissatisfaction and grief suppressed in her heart were completely expressed by her for the first time.

Seeing Lu Cheng like this, Song Moran hesitated for a moment and took two steps forward, gently stretched out his hand, and put his arms around her shoulders.

"Someone will know," he said softly, his tone was so sure that Lu Cheng couldn't help but want to believe it.

After being quiet for a while, Lu Cheng nodded lightly, thinking of those rumors on the Internet, she couldn't help laughing.

When the two just met, Su Xiaoyue had already started to dislike her inexplicably, and caused her a lot of stumbling blocks. Under such circumstances, although she felt a little unkind, Lu Cheng still couldn't help but feel sad. happy.

Lu Cheng's mood changed inexplicably, but Song Moran didn't ask any more questions, just patted her shoulder again and again.

The conversation between the two stopped like this. Although Song Moran didn't give her an answer, Lu Cheng had already made up her mind.

"We must make a better show!"

Such a sentence was deeply engraved in Lu Cheng's heart, and he dared not forget it.

And I don't know if it's because under the encouragement of this sentence, Lu Cheng couldn't concentrate on thinking about things at first, but later this situation became lighter and lighter.

She flipped through the thick documents, leaving many traces of writing with different strokes.

But the construction of a good program is not just about thinking, it relies on more inspiration, and this is exactly what Lucheng lacks at this stage.

I was pulling my hair irritably, beside the familiar and unfamiliar decoration, I was unconsciously writing and drawing with the pen in my hand, but in the end, only some meaningless symbols were left behind.

Seeing the messy marks on it, Lu Cheng threw down the pen in agitation, and the pen holder made a slightly loud sound when it came into contact with the solid wood tabletop.

The falling curtains were gently blown by the cool wind outside, and then slowly fell after floating in mid-air. Lu Cheng subconsciously reached out to catch it, but could only feel the fabric flashing past in his palm touch.

"Let's go for a walk," Lu Cheng thought in his heart, then got up and took his coat to go out.

But what happened that day left a lot of shadows on her, Lu Cheng took two steps and then changed direction.

There was a light knock on the closed door, and Lu Cheng waited patiently for the response from the people inside.

Bai Xiaofei in the room was stunned for a moment when he heard the doorbell ring, he couldn't believe it, but he hesitated for a while, and got up to go outside.

"Lu Cheng? Why are you here? What's the matter?" Bai Xiaofei's expression was surprised, seeing a flash of something in the eyes of Lu Cheng standing alone in front of him, but because of the dim light, people couldn't see clearly .

Lu Cheng shook his head gently, looked into Bai Xiaofei's gaze, with some anticipation, "Shall we go for a walk together?"