Boss, your wife ran away with the ball

Of course, regarding the termination of the contract, let the relevant staff in the studio handle it.

After Zhou Qingqing woke up, Ye Ranran took her away.

But before leaving, I met the director of the program group.

The other party wanted to say something afterwards, but was defeated by Ye Ranran's cold face.He could only watch them leave helplessly.

Seeing this, the other artists who were blocked quickly followed up.

In just a short while, the entire recording location was completely empty.

Half an hour later, Ye Ranran returned home, and Zhou Qingqing had been sent back to her residence by her manager.

"Okay, don't worry about this matter anymore. Leave the rest to others."

Feng Lingchen also followed, when Ye Ranran was talking to Zhou Qingqing.He watched the entire recording scene.

Those game props and levels set up are really a bit... hard to describe.

Although he has never watched this variety show, he also knows a lot of things in it. If he is not a professional athlete, it would be as difficult as heaven to complete it.

Coupled with the recording time, it is hard to put it bluntly. It is not an exaggeration to say that the purpose of this program is because of deliberate "murder".

"I know, it's just that I feel a little uncomfortable."

Ye Ranran was silent for a while before speaking, and then sighed deeply.

She knew that such a situation in the entertainment industry was simply normal.

Even she herself, when she was not famous at the beginning, had the experience of filming for a week without closing her eyes.

Even though I know it's not good for my health, I still have to fight.

Sometimes, only they know how much sadness is hidden under the glamorous appearance of actors and stars.

"The prospect of that actor is pretty good, and it's a pity that he just disappeared."

Ye Ranran muttered to himself again.

She couldn't even imagine how much the other party's parents would suffer after receiving the news.

"Dye Ran..."

Seeing her like this, Feng Lingchen didn't know what to say to comfort her.I can only be by my side silently and be the most loyal listener.

After no one spoke, the hall became very silent, as if a person's heart was instantly filled with emptiness.Extremely uneasy.

This night is destined to be a sleepless night for many people.

The next day, the news of the actor's death had spread, and the Internet was full of condemnation of the show crew.

Rebuke them for being heartless and not treating artists as human beings.

And with more inside stories coming out, as well as the comments of guests who have participated in it, this program group is completely on the cusp of the storm.

Ye Ranran just glanced at Weibo for a few moments before quitting, and then went out to the studio.

Before going to bed last night, she sent a message to Qianqian.It is unreasonable for the other party to check the work arrangements of other artists under the banner.

I didn't notice this problem before because of the long working hours and pressure, which can be regarded as the default "rules" in the entertainment industry.

But after this incident, Ye Ranran didn't care what other people thought, but one of his subordinates wanted to "reform" no matter what!
However, on the way to the studio, she saw a scene that surprised her.

"Stop the car."

Ye Ranran spoke suddenly, and then opened her car window.

A few hundred meters away from her current location, dozens of people were holding signs or pulling banners to gather together.You can also faintly hear the voice coming from over there.

"Please give us justice from the studio!"

"Why don't you arrange the artist's itinerary reasonably!"

"Please give us fans an explanation! Otherwise we won't leave!"

Every sentence is full of determination.

After Ye Ranran looked at it for a while, she knew who these fans belonged to.

Thinking about what happened last night, she couldn't help but sigh again.

But one thing that made her more concerned was that the place where the fans were blocking her now happened to be Ye Qingqing's studio.

So, is Wang Dachuan an artist under Ye Qingqing's banner?
Ye Ranran thought about this, and took out her mobile phone to search.

Then it was discovered that Wang Dachuan joined Ye Qingqing's studio in the first half of this year.It can be regarded as the male artist that the other party focuses on training.

But no one thought that this "key" training and tight itinerary would directly kill people.

She checked some other news before turning off the phone.Then when I looked up, I saw fans who had gathered to ask for an explanation for their idol, but were chased away by a group of security guards.And the movements are extremely rude, directly pushing or kicking.

"What are you doing... We asked to see your person in charge?!"

"Help...why do you beat people..."

"Bastard! The dog has eaten his conscience!"

Intermittent cursing came, and it seemed a bit desolate in this bustling street.

And Ye Ranran didn't do anything after all, she watched for a while before letting the driver drive.After returning to the office, the emotions in my heart were hard to calm down for a long time.

She was moved by the bravery of those fans, but she also knew very clearly that it would be difficult for them to rely on their own strength to seek justice and an explanation for Wang Dachuan.

The methods used by economic companies are far more complicated and dirty than they appear on the surface.

Ye Ranran sat behind the desk, thinking about these things in her mind, and kept turning the pen in her hand.

Suddenly the actions of his subordinates stopped, and a flash of determination flashed in their eyes. The mobile phones that were placed aside skillfully clicked on Weibo, and quickly edited a message.

"The reason why this tragedy happened today is inseparable from the studio and the program group. I hope that the relevant parties can take responsibility for this matter, and be worthy of their own conscience, as well as the dead artist."

As soon as Ye Ranran posted this Weibo, it quickly became a trending topic.

She didn't name names, nor did Aite anyone.But everyone knows what these words mean.

"Thank you, Ms. Ye, for speaking up. You are the first person to speak up for us Dachuan."

"Sister is a good person, we will always remember you."

"Ranran is right! Please be responsible for the relevant parties! Don't be a shrinking turtle!"

In just ten minutes of work, there are already thousands of comments, and the growth rate is extremely terrifying.

Ye Ranran just looked at it like this, she didn't know how much impact her behavior could have on this matter.

But I can still do my best to find a little bit of decency and dignity for that innocent and pitiful young man who originally had a bright future.

At the same time, when Ye Qingqing in the office saw her Weibo, she smashed the water glass in front of her.

"This bitch! Why is she everywhere?! She's just meddling in her own business!"

She cursed viciously, her chest heaving violently, obviously she was very angry.

After this incident happened, they held an emergency meeting, and the final solution was to blame all the faults and reasons on the male artist.

This can also reduce the pressure on the studio side.

But it's a pity that Ye Ranran posted this Weibo directly before he knew what they were doing.It's like a knife hanging above your head.

If they really act according to the original plan, then they will really become the studio of "shrunken turtle" and "black heart" in the mouth of netizens!

Even if these titles couldn't be more appropriate, it's still impossible for me to admit it, and I won't admit it.

and so…

"What do we do next, boss?"

Ye Qingqing's assistant asked cautiously, although she felt sorry for the accidental death of the male artist, but for now, the studio should be the most important thing...

"How to do?"

The woman in front of her sneered, the expression on her face gradually distorted, and she continued to speak after a while.

"Go and get me the person in charge of the public relations department."

There is a bit of unclear emotion in this sentence.

The assistant didn't probe too much, and left quickly after nodding.

Not long after, the person in charge of the public relations department walked into Ye Qingqing's office.

After another half an hour, they posted an announcement on Weibo through their official account.

First of all, I expressed my grief and sadness, and then explained in detail that all the itinerary and work arrangements were negotiated with the artist, and only after the latter agreed, the implementation began.

The unspoken meaning is that, in fact, it has nothing to do with work, all artists voluntarily go to work.

Then finally mentioned that, in the spirit of humanistic care, they would immediately "donate" to the family of the male artist.

That's right, it's "donation", not an apology "compensation".

How shameless it is to turn black and white.

Regardless of the scolding on the Internet, Ye Ranran sneered after seeing this announcement.

After discussing the itinerary with the artist, who are you lying to?Lie a fool?
Now who doesn't know that the brokerage company and the studio have single-handedly controlled the artist's itinerary?Especially not very famous.

But with regard to this matter, she can only help so far, and how to develop in the future is beyond her control.

After all, from a certain point of view, she herself is just a "people who eat melons".

In the afternoon, the investigation that Qianqian had been asked to investigate last night had already come to fruition, and then a meeting was held.

Ye Ranran sat in the upper seat, flipping through the documents in his hand, his face sinking like water.

She didn't pay special attention to it before, but now that she saw it, she knew that every artist in the studio had more or less experienced such an experience, or was experiencing high-intensity work.

"Let's terminate all the contracts. The unreasonable recording time has already threatened the lives of the artists. As for the liquidated damages, the studio will bear it."