Shining Stars: First Producer

Gently shaking his head, Lu Cheng suppressed the chaotic emotions in his mind, pretended to be calm and cleaned up all the mess, and planned to throw it into the trash can when he went out. The emotion of giving up is also discarded along with it.

But Song Moran's thinking was completely opposite to Lu Cheng's. He didn't take what Lu Cheng said to him yesterday to heart at all, and went on his own way.

"Order a bouquet of flowers for me," Song Moran ordered, as if he didn't see any expression of disbelief at all.

Assistant Song was almost dumbfounded watching Song Moran's sudden improvement in mood, and asked hesitantly, "Where are you sending it?"

Song Moran's expression froze for a moment, the address that he had already known by heart was about to be blurted out, but he swallowed it back abruptly, and after quietly recalling it, he was a little unfamiliar with the current location of Lucheng's residence. Tell Assistant Song.

"Lu Cheng?" This was the person Assistant Song thought of immediately after hearing this address, probably because he couldn't believe that he blurted out subconsciously, and his expression was a little strange.

Song Moran didn't notice Assistant Song's dodging eyes when facing him, and said casually, "Yes."

No matter how much Assistant Song couldn't believe it in his heart, he still didn't dare to show anything on his face.

"I see," Assistant Song said dryly, with an extremely stiff expression on his face.

Resisting the calm surface and returning to his office, Assistant Song couldn't help but push all the things on the desktop down. The crackling sound of scattered documents falling to the ground was the most reassuring sound.

Assistant Song calmed down a lot after venting indiscriminately. He didn't even look at the mess on the ground, but he was a little embarrassed, and with trembling hands, he sent out the photos he hid in the farthest corner.

"The president hasn't thought of him for a long time," Assistant Song said in a low voice. When he looked at the woman in the photo, his gaze was a bit sinister, and his whole demeanor changed drastically.

Assistant Song kept recalling Song Moran's way of dealing with people who betrayed him in his mind, his face became paler and paler, as if he would fall down if he blew it.

"Quick," just as Assistant Song was about to fall into his own imagination and couldn't wake up, there was an eager knock on the office door.

Assistant Song reacted after yelling in a low voice. There were fine beads of sweat on his forehead that kept oozing out and wet the hair beside him. He gasped twice and then turned his head to look in the direction of the door.

"Come in," Assistant Song didn't dare to delay because he didn't know what was going on with the people waiting outside.

"Assistant Song," the person who came in had an ugly face, looking at Assistant Song as if he was looking at his last redemption, "There are new rumors on the Internet."

Assistant Song frowned at him, and asked angrily, "What new rumors have scared you to such an extent that you have lost all image."

The man fiddled with the scattered hair on his forehead belatedly, but his complexion didn't improve much.

He licked his dry lips, and asked with some difficulty, "But aren't the rumors related to plagiarism serious enough?"

Assistant Song's face suddenly became more serious. In this era of gradually awakening copyright awareness, plagiarism can almost destroy a person or even a company.

"What plagiarism? Please explain the matter clearly." Assistant Song asked pretending to be calm, trying to use his calmness to infect the person in front of him who was almost speechless.

Facts have proved that such an approach is indeed somewhat useful. After the man took a few deep breaths, his constantly clamoring chest slowly calmed down.

"Those news have been suppressed by the people in the company before, and there is no big splash on the Internet," the person said while recalling, "I wanted to check their final results just now, but all of a sudden It was discovered that someone secretly began to spread the words plagiarized by some employees in the company."

Facing such a situation, Assistant Song was also at a loss. After listening quietly, he hesitated for a moment and said softly, "Don't tell others about this beforehand, just wait for my order."

The man didn't ask any more questions, and nodded quickly. After telling Assistant Song about the matter, he felt inexplicably that you felt like the sky was falling and a tall person was holding it up. It was much easier than before.

Because of such an unexpected situation, Assistant Song didn't have time to think about other things, so he casually threw the photos he had been holding in his hand into the drawer before turning around and walking towards Song Moran's office.

Song Moran's face was a bit ugly, and he listened to Assistant Song's words completely, and his aura gradually became more and more cold. Under such circumstances, even if Song Moran's target was not himself, Assistant Song still had a feeling in his heart. The suffocation of being stuck in the neck.

"Tell people to suppress the matter regardless of everything." Song Moran ordered with a blank face, his face became even more ugly after seeing the random news about Lucheng on the Internet.

Assistant Song didn't know what Song Moran was looking at, all he could see was the change in his face, and he couldn't help becoming more nervous.

"Why are you not moving?" Song Moran glanced at Assistant Song, and asked calmly.

Sensing Song Moran's gaze on him, Assistant Song couldn't help becoming more nervous, and at the same time, the expression on his face became more and more dull.

"President," Assistant Song asked with some confusion, "about Su Xiaoyue."

Song Moran couldn't help but sneer without waiting for him to finish speaking. The curvature of the corners of his lips was sharp enough to cut people, as if covered with ice and snow all over the sky.

"Do you think this has nothing to do with her?" Song Moran asked coldly.

After thinking for a while, Assistant Song frowned and had to admit that Su Xiaoyue was indeed the most suspected person. The people behind her had a very similar style of dealing with things and the ruthlessness of killing people. They were very similar to Su Xiaoyue's usual behavior.

"I see," Assistant Song said in a low voice, looking very embarrassed, "It's because I didn't think carefully about the problem."

Listening to Assistant Song's introspection, Song Moran glanced at him casually, and didn't make any comments.

The assistant couldn't help feeling a little disappointed, bowed deeply to Song Moran, then turned and left.