Fall in love even with low EQ [Quick Transmigration]

Zhang Yang pushed open the office door at the end of the corridor, motioned Feng Wu to sit down on the sofa, and he cut straight to the point: "You know who I am, and I know who you are. I have some questions that need to be confirmed with you in advance."

Feng Wu took a deep breath: "Okay, Mr. Zhang, please tell me."

"You can call me by my first name, or you can call me Cabra."

"Cobra?" Feng Wu opened his mouth.

Zhang Yang seemed to smile: "cobra, cabra, it seems that my artist needs to learn a foreign language."

If you don't pay attention, you will be bitten.Feng Wu deliberately pretended to be scared and shivered: "Then I'll call you Mr. Zhang."

"It doesn't matter. Please answer my question truthfully and positively." Zhang Yang opened the cabinet, took out a folder, and dug out his files. "Did you lie about your height and age?"

"No."

"Plastic surgery?"

Feng Wu restrained himself from rolling his eyes: "No."

Zhang Yang glanced at him: "I mean, including any so-called cosmetic methods. 'Tooth extraction', various 'needles' with many hidden dangers and the like."

"Does the mask count?" Feng Wu resisted the urge to roll his eyes again.

Zhang Yang frowned: "Don't joke with me."

Feng Wu coughed, "No."

"Very well, don't think about it in the future. I will arrange a suitable makeup and costume team for you at different stages of development and for various occasions—I hope you will work hard to reach the level that deserves the treatment of each level." Zhang Yang looked at After taking a look at him, he said again, "Is there any factor in your family that is not conducive to your development?"

Feng Wu blinked suspiciously.

"Whether they have a criminal record or a bad record."

Feng Wu pursed his lips and said: "...No."

Zhang Yang observed him for a while before saying, "Do they have legitimate occupations and income, and do they need you to fulfill their support obligations?"

"No need...they are more than enough to support themselves." Feng Wu thought for a while and added, "I am not the only child, I have older brothers and sisters."

Zhang Yang frowned instead: "Then they treat you—"

Hearing this, Fengwu shrugged his shoulders and said, "They didn't approve of me being a singer, so I ran out by myself."

Zhang Yang was silent for a moment, and then continued to ask with a serious look as if following some regulations: "Have you ever been in love before, concealed your marriage, had children, and do you have a regular or irregular girlfriend now?"

"No!" Feng Wu couldn't bear it any longer, "How old am I, big brother!"

"The boyfriend?"

"No. No!!!!" Feng Wu now understands very well that Mao's good-tempered young lady like Jin Ling will coddle him as soon as he comes up.

Zhang Yang glanced at the name on his ID card in the file again, and said calmly: "If you have anything to add, you are welcome at any time."

Feng Wu finally rolled his eyes (which had been brewing for a long time).

Zhang Yang didn't care about this, but looked at him very seriously and said, "The last question."

"Please—" Feng Wu felt that he was about to be impatient.

"Is it you who was taken care of by Mr. Ou?"

"...Can an artist beat up his manager, or control you to violate Article 246 or something?"

"Obviously Mr. Ou taught you very well." Zhang Yang had a smile in his eyes, "The answer is that it's best not to. Because in the former, you will go straight to the prison and be charged with intentionally hurting others; in the latter, you will withdraw the accusation due to insufficient evidence. , and then I will completely abandon you."

"As for an artist that even director Zhang can't bring, I'm afraid no one in Best or even the whole industry will dare to bring in." Feng Wu looked at him with a half-smile, "As for whether someone taught me, you go Ask him face to face."

Zhang Yang gave a low cough, took out another document and handed it over: "This is your plan for the next year, and the detailed arrangements for the last month."

Feng Wu stared at the precise timetable above: "What if we can't do it?"

"Nothing. Terminating the contracts of individual artists who cannot bring benefits to the company is an appropriate action."

"More than two-thirds are all kinds of learning." Feng Wu shrugged and whistled, "Zhen Shamao's choice to escape is probably the only time he was smart."

"Maybe." Zhang Yang squinted his eyes, "But it's just smart." After that, he paused and said, "Is there anything you don't understand now and want to ask me?"

Feng Wu snorted, glanced at the guitar at hand and suddenly smiled: "Isn't Zhang Yang your real name, not your stage name?"

Zhang Yang raised his eyebrows, took out his driver's license and put it on the table.

Feng Wu took it over and jokingly said: "I won't ask about height and age, have you had plastic surgery?"

Zhang Yang leaned back and looked at him with some interest: "It's not necessary."

Feng Wu held it up and compared the two photos, then grinned: "Mr. Zhang, I'm getting old."

Zhang Yang clicked the time on the certificate and took it back: "Five years ago."

"Have you been tortured so badly by Zhen Shamao?"

"Don't question my professional ethics casually." Zhang Yang glanced at him, "Maybe you hope to have a manager who can tell right and wrong."

"What's the point of chatting without talking about right and wrong?" Feng Wu laughed, and casually circled his legs and stuck his chin, which made him feel much more comfortable.

Zhang Yang sighed: "Are you doing the same in front of Mr. Ou?"

"He just kicked my leg off." Feng Wu couldn't help grinding his teeth thinking about what happened in the mini screening hall yesterday.

Zhang Yang seemed to chuckle before saying seriously: "Personally, I don't recommend that my artists have such a relationship with any superiors, but if you want to—"

"Wait a minute!" Feng Wu always felt that everything was wrong when he heard this, "Did you misunderstand something, Mr. Snake?!"

Zhang Yang waved his hand slightly: "You can call me Mr. Zhang."

"It doesn't matter, but I really have nothing to do with Sunglasses 246—no, Mr. Ou!"

Seeing his resolute appearance with his neck up, Zhang Yang couldn't help laughing out loud: "A relationship controlled within a reasonable range is acceptable."

Feng Wu glanced at him speechlessly, and immediately decided that it was best not to confront him too obviously.This guy is not at the same level as A Hu's kind of coward.

"Aqiu—" Ah Hu rubbed his nose, "Hey, which little beauty is secretly thinking of me behind my back?"

Jin Ling patted him on the head angrily: "You have been downgraded to an assistant, you can still be blindly optimistic."

"This is also a kind of talent, isn't it?" Ah Hu chuckled, then turned to look at Zhan Jun who was concentrating on the class in the small classroom of the acting class inside the glass window, "He is from a major, why should he learn again?"

Jin Ling glanced at him: "So what about the class? He hasn't been systematically exposed to acting for three years, so it's absolutely necessary to learn again." He nodded his toes, "Mr. Role."

"real--"

Jin Ling covered his mouth: "Hush your voice!"

Ahu nodded again and again, and waited for the golden antelope to let go before he said cautiously: "Aren't we going to take the route of commercials first, TV dramas and then the big screen?"

"Didn't he shoot an advertisement just now? Let's talk about it after the partner has seen it." Jin Ling circled his arms and pointed his slender index finger at his elbow. The result of the hot search is that the road turns black."

"That's right, but TV dramas attract fans quickly." Ahu touched his chin, "Look at our little Junjun, who is so handsome and lovely, a youthful campus movie will definitely be popular."

Jin Ling shook her head and said, "Youth campus movies are too risky."

"Then, Xianxia drama?" Ah Hu frowned and thought hard, "Otherwise, costume dramas are fine."

"His image is very suitable, but he hasn't had a good book recently." Jin Ling sighed, "At the previous regular meeting, Mr. Ou just rejected a fantasy book from the scriptwriting team. The reason was illogical."

Ahu was dumbfounded and said: "Fantasy and ghost fantasy movies need a hairy logic? It would be fine if you abuse your heart, torture your body, and talk about an earth-shaking love in the past and present. Yes, take the time to hunt for treasures and fight monsters to upgrade to a level—"

"Plot problem." Jin Ling interrupted him.

Ah Hu thought it would be inconvenient to continue asking, so he shut up.

After a while, Jin Ling said: "Besides, it's not particularly advantageous for Zhan Jun to take the film and television industry."

Ahu stared at the young man who was communicating with the teacher and said curiously: "Not good-looking? Not tall enough? I think it's pretty good."

"Too good-looking is not conducive to winning awards, and too tall is not good for acting. He can do both now." Jin Ling pursed his lips, "His problem lies in recognition."

Ah Hu observed carefully for a while, then shook his head again and again: "I think it's very good!"

"That's because you are familiar with it." Jin Ling rolled his eyes, "I really don't know how Zhang Viper taught you."

Ah Hu laughed and scratched his head.

"As a star, how to let others remember you is very important." Jin Ling sighed, "Features."

"Set up a profile?" Ah Hu thought for a while.

"Let's see first." Jin Ling also had a headache.

Ah Hu took out his travel record and looked at it: "There is still half an hour before class is over."

"The vocal music class will continue." Jin Ling narrowed his eyes, "It's best to develop his ability in this area."

"But hasn't he already decided to quit Bad Wan and fly solo?" Ah Hu raised his head.

"There are not many film and television dramas that require singing characters." Jin Ling continued, nodding his arms, "Let's see how flexible he is in the body class—"

"—Then Mr. Ou said to arrange fighting and swordsmanship lessons for him."

The two turned their heads: "Mr. Ou?!"

A beautiful woman who didn't know when came waved at them helplessly, and Ah Hu hurriedly said hello: "Sister Jiang."

"Yan'er, why are you here?" Jin Ling was also curious.

Jiang Yan sighed, took out her mobile phone and looked for the best angle to start taking pictures against the glass window: "Part-time job as a paparazzi."

"What is this for?" Jin Ling went over and put his arms around her small waist, "Don't you come here to pat with your boss Ou?"

"It was appointed by Mr. Ou." Jiang Yan let go of her arm and hugged her, "Would this be more like a sneak shot?"

"Do the sound effects in the later stage?" Jin Ling looked at the camera, "What's the matter, do you want to make a video to increase the popularity?"

"Among Bad Wan's songs, there are a few that are relatively quiet." Jiang Yan smiled pointedly, "So in the past few months, you will see me often. Are you surprised?"

Jin Ling smiled and pinched her face: "Warmly welcome." But then thought of another thing, "You are here, so Jiang Yan is going to Fengwu's side?"

Jiang Yan smiled and changed the angle: "No, Mr. Ou asked her to get the two market data of this quarter." Then she turned her head slightly and whispered to her, "Before I came, Mr. Ou was talking to Cao Dao The phone call seems to be persuading him to let Feng Wu complete the entire soundtrack of the movie."

Jin Ling rolled his eyes: "Zhang Viper's idea?"

"No, it should be Mr. Ou's." Jiang Yan walked closer to the glass window, "Mr. Ou said that today's film will be handed over to the production department, and then go back to get a direction for detailed planning. It must be given to you and Zhang tomorrow morning." Director - the rhythm of working overtime."

Jin Ling raised an eyebrow: "It's not what I thought, is it?"

Jiang Yan blinked: "I don't know."

"Ask three questions, if sister asks anything from Yan'er, you will die." Jin Ling smiled and pinched her face again.

Jiang Yan smiled and hid: "Then you should go."

Ah Hu, who had been silent all this time, blinked his eyes desperately. He always felt that something was wrong and couldn't tell.

Hurry all the way to the location of the recording studio and practice room of the record department on the ninth floor. According to Ah Hu's inquiry, Feng Wu will have to practice instrumental music again during this period.While thinking about it, he passed through these few study rooms without seeing anyone, Ahu hesitated a little, and began to wonder if he was thinking too much.Turning around the corridor in inertia, he was caught off guard and saw a person, and almost fell to the ground without being frightened.

Mr. Ou, wearing a G&H custom suit, was standing in front of the glass window of a practice room. Finally, he broke his usual all-black outfit with a pair of dark brown SilvanoLattanz Oxford shoes.At this moment, he put one hand in his trousers pocket, and with the other hand, he was holding the pocket watch and gently rubbing the watch cover.There was no expression on the side face, and the deep eyes seemed to be filled with thousands of thoughts but finally settled down, just staring at the front.

#How sad is it to have a boss who is so handsome

#Please go directly to fashion magazines!Kneeling and begging the boss to let go of our poor ghost# What to do if the boss is spying on his own (former) artists, wait online#Really want to match them? Are they in love? Is the message in the company groundless? If IQ is not enough, what can I do? Recharge? !Hurry up hurry up!

Ah Hu didn't realize that he was walking backwards with the same hands and feet. He turned his head and supported the wall with one hand and covered his beating heart with the other, shaking his head and sighing.