Fall in love even with low EQ [Quick Transmigration]

Talking to Manager Hu and pushing open the door, Ouyang Ting looked up and saw someone sitting on his chair and circling.After seeing who it was, he frowned, turned his head and said, "Joe, why is he here?"

Joe, who was with him all the way from the pick-up to the company, shrugged: "Dim's son, I don't think our employees can beat him up."

The man smiled and stood up: "Brother Ting——"

Ouyang Ting felt a chill all over his body, and turned aside to avoid the puff and said, "Luo Xu, as Dim's general manager, it seems inappropriate for you to appear in my office like this."

"I heard that Brother Ting will come today, and I have been waiting for you all morning." The man blinked his eyes and said softly, "How is it, are you surprised or not?"

Ouyang Ting turned around and walked out: "I just said that the board of directors will have a meeting this morning."

Joe suppressed a smile and pulled him back: "That's right, but Oh, there's still 10 minutes."

Ouyang Ting squinted at him: "Then go photocopy the documents."

"Hey, I'm not your secretary, okay?"

"I'll go, I'll go!" Luo Xu had rushed to grab Ouyang Ting's hand, "Okay, I'm just joking, brother Ting. I don't want to be treated as a commercial spy by you."

Ouyang Ting waved his hand away and said seriously: "In the workplace, please call each other formally."

"Okay, Mr. Ou." Luo Xu grabbed his sleeve instead, raised his eyebrows proudly with a serious look on his face, "I'm here today to discuss something with the boss of Best."

Ouyang Ting glanced at him: "Say."

"Don't you invite me to sit down and have a cup of coffee?" Luo Xu looked pitiful, trying to drag Ouyang Ting to the sofa in the office.

Joe shrugged and proposed: "If I remember correctly, Mr. Luo's coffee habit is to add milk and no sugar."

"Because I'm very happy to see Brother Ting, so I don't need to add sugar at all." Luo Xu sat down with a smile and said, "I remember that Brother Ting didn't add sugar or milk."

Ouyang Ting rubbed his forehead: "Luo Xu, you are really 25, not five years old."

"But you will always be my elder brother Ting." He laughed.

Ouyang Ting didn't talk nonsense, sat across from him and just stared at him.

Luo Xu shook for a while, not daring to make any more trouble, and handed over an envelope with both hands.

"The [-]th anniversary party?" Ouyang Ting took out the invitation card.

"Of course, this is for you." Luo Xu moved closer and touched the name proudly, "I guessed that Uncle Ou must have sent you to sit in Best, isn't it smart?"

"Thank you, I'll call Uncle Luo later." Ouyang Ting then took out ten more invitation cards from the envelope, nodded with his fingertips and remained silent for a while.

"Friendship ticket, you can bring whoever you want." Luo Xu spread his hands, "Of course, I kindly remind you that it is best to bring a female companion."

"No need." Ouyang Ting took out the agenda and marked it.

"So I can once again watch you being blocked by a group of people and unable to escape?"

Ouyang Ting ignored him and just put away the envelope and invitation.

Luo Xu rolled his eyes and said enthusiastically, "But you can also invite me. I'm sure I will be competent and over-fulfill the work."

"No. Dim's party, you must be busy too."

"At any time, Brother Ting is always the first!"

"Then give Best a three share of the summer or winter vacation."

"...It doesn't count if I say it." Luo Xu had a bitter face.

Ouyang Ting took out his pocket watch with a half-smile and a look: "It's time, goodbye."

"You must have set the watch fast again!" Luo Xu made a fake cry, turned around and ran away.

Joe, who was almost hit, came in with two cups of coffee and handed him one, teasingly saying, "You're bullying children again."

"That means you will treat a guy whose profit exceeds 5% for three consecutive quarters as a child." Ouyang Ting took it and took a sip, "Give me the report for the past three years after the meeting."

"I knew you would do this a long time ago, and I have sorted it out and put it on your desk." Joe gestured to several folders piled up on the opposite desk.

"I want the original data." Ouyang Ting took another sip and put down his glass, straightened his tie and walked out.

"Got it, workaholic." Joe rolled his eyes and shook his head and went out, "I won't work overtime with you."

"No problem." Ouyang Ting handed him the invitation card without raising his head, "You take care of this. Say hello to Anxi for me."

"...We didn't fall in love!"

"Suspicious pause."

"Not really!"

"Very well, then you can work overtime."

"..."

"Very good, very good, take another picture!" In the studio, the blond-haired and blue-eyed photographer spoke in an awkward Mandarin accent excitedly, "Qian, you are so beautiful!"

Among them was a woman wearing a bright red dress and short hair, who raised her head and smiled: "Adam, hurry up and take pictures, there are still several groups behind."

Adam shook his head again and again: "No, baby, you have to know that Neus's inspiration is not always there." He said, "Swish, Swish, Swish, Swish" and then took several consecutive shots, and then reluctantly stroked the camera and said, "Liam for Ms. An wants another suit, that pearly white suit." She waved her hand and said, "Only 5 minutes, next set!"

While waiting, Feng Wu gritted his teeth: "What is this, using us as neutral?"

Zhan Jun quickly grabbed him: "Awu!"

Ah Hu wiped off his cold sweat after looking around for no one's attention, and said, "Little ancestor, isn't this opportunity rare?"

"The [-]th anniversary of the publication of "Seele"?" Feng Wu tugged at his school uniform and said, "Even if I happen to be twenty, is it really appropriate to be a school idol?"

"Otherwise?" Ah Hu sighed and stepped forward to pat him on the back, "Don't forget that your main focus is the school folk song style!"

"But now I—"

"Now, do we have a present?" Zhan Jun pursed his lips, looked at Fengwu cautiously and whispered, "I know your pursuit and ideas, but we can't starve to death on the ideal road."

Feng Wu stared, and heard shouts from the work area over there: "Next group, hurry up! Don't waste time!"

"Come on, come on—" Ah Hu had already run over with a smile on his face, "Mr. Adam, I'm sorry, our artistes are a little shy. Just now I saw your amazing skills, I was so scared!"

Adam smiled and said in a low voice: "Okay, Ah Hu, your two children... If it wasn't for Joe and Jin Libao, I wouldn't have picked them up." Then he raised his eyebrows and whispered, "The children can't mess around either. Are you talking?"

"Isn't it? I've already taught them a lesson!" Ahu repeatedly patted his chest as a guarantee.

Adam also nodded, looked at a hesitant two young men who stood carelessly in the middle of the studio, and asked, "Bad?"

"That's right." Feng Wu glared at him, then clicked his tongue and quietly shook off Zhan Jun's hand that was secretly holding him.

Adam raised his eyebrows: "Best's only remaining pair."

Feng Wu narrowed his eyes and touched the guitar: "Maybe it will be gone tomorrow."

Zhan Jun hurriedly pressed him and bowed: "I'm sorry, teacher."

Adam glanced at the clock on the wall, raised the camera and said, "You guys still have three and a half minutes."

"Yes!" Zhan Jun looked at him nervously, "What does the teacher need us to do?"

"It's up to you." Adam has already pressed the shutter, "In short, three and a half minutes."

Feng Wu clicked his tongue, carrying the guitar on his back with a rebellious expression on his face.

Adam snorted, but didn't say anything.

Joe standing at the door folded his arms: "Oh, what do you think?"

Ouyang Ting said thoughtfully: "Best's only combination."

"There used to be, but now they have basically transformed. And you know, groups, or bands, have never been the key project of Best. Before Zhencan signed Kuda, it directly led to the loss of our dominant position in the music world." Joe shook Shaking his head, "I still insist that the big screen is our foundation."

"There's only one Knight series left on the big screen with no bragging rights."

Joe raised his forehead and said, "Dear Ou, that's why the just-concluded board of directors made a request that another super IP must be tested within this year, and it is best to form a series."

"Dimm's "Yucheng"." Ouyang Ting looked at the group with a smile on his face and another group frowning in displeasure, and said indifferently, "Best's "Smoke Ashes."

"The classic case of small and big." Joe nodded, but frowned slightly, "This kind of chance is one in ten thousand."

"I can't catch up with the summer vacation anyway, let's go to the winter vacation." Ouyang Ting was unmoved, "Best's scriptwriting team is not without strength, but it was too influenced by the market before. The result of eager for quick success and quick profit is the word of mouth and box office. double defeat."

"That's what I said." Joe nodded helplessly, "Okay, I will negotiate with the screenwriter team. But these two—"

Ouyang Ting pondered for a while: "Arrange an advertisement. Bring the MV they made before and I'll take a look first."

"Demolition, or transformation?"

Ouyang Ting glanced at him.

"After all, they are a band combination." Joe couldn't bear it, "and completely quit this part..."

"Not reconciled?" Ouyang Ting said coldly, "The current Bester really needs to use his strengths and avoid his weaknesses to fight for a turnaround."

"Intellectually, I think you're right." Joe nodded, "But emotionally, I discovered this combination after all."

"That means you have bad eyesight, old fox."

"...I said Ou, don't dare to beat you just because we are college classmates. Am I that fox?!"

"Don't you rely on this to think that I dare not fire you?"

"Is the board of directors fake?!"

"You can try."

"Forget it then." Joe shrugged, "Gu Yuehu or Sly Fox, as long as they can create value."

"Don't belittle yourself." Ouyang Ting looked at the studio again, nodded slightly and turned around, "Go to the training room."

Joe shook his head with a sigh and followed suit.

In front of the camera, Zhan Jun only saw two figures from behind. The three and a half minutes of this daze had ended, and Adam signaled them to stop.

"Thank you, Teacher Adam!" Ahu hurried over and bowed.

Adam didn't let them go, frowning and flicking through the previous shots, as if he had encountered some problem.

Zhan Jun stood anxiously on the sidelines, Feng Wu clicked his tongue a little, grabbed the water from Ahu's hand and took a sip.

Anxi, who was wearing a neat white suit, had come over: "Adam?"

Adam, with half-length blond hair tied into a ponytail, walked over with the camera in hand and whispered something to her.An Xi was startled, then looked at the two young men in the arena and smiled: "Is that so?"

Adam looked at her seriously: "Try? If it doesn't work, don't use it for this group."

"I believe in you, old friend." Anxi patted him on the shoulder, and smiled at the two confused young men inside, "Come here, little brothers!"

Zhan Jun, who was called back again, looked blank, while Feng Wu looked impatient.Ah Hu, who was standing by the side, touched his chin, and then his hand was pulled down and stuffed with something.

"Sister Jin?" Ah Hu rolled his eyes, looked down and almost cheered, "Invitation card?!"

A long-haired beauty in a plaid skirt picked his chin: "How can you thank me?"

Ahu hugged her waist with a playful smile: "I knew that Sister Jinling was the best to me!"

"Stupid." Jin Ling laughed, and pinched his face with his backhand, "Okay, I'm not greedy for merit. This time, the old fox is taking care of you, and it has nothing to do with me."

Ahu continued to hug her and rubbed against her: "I only have Sister Jin in my eyes, there is no such thing as a little fox or an old fox."

Jin Ling let him play coquettishly for a while before saying, "Seele is a magazine under Bester's own magazine. It's okay to arrange, but..."

Ah Hu let go of his hand and whispered: "Can you keep bad fun?"

"The latest news: the situation is not optimistic." Jin Ling pursed her lips and pointed to the two invitation cards, "So don't disappoint Joe. After all, Mr. Ou is the final decision-maker now, and we—do our best."

Ah Hu hummed, turned his head to look at two guys in the studio who seemed to be a bit enlightened from dazed, and couldn't help but sighed with his hands on his forehead.