Master, don't stop me from being an idol

Almost everyone thought at the first moment how such a thing could happen, but this news was sent by Baijian Studio, which proved that it was definitely not a rumor.

For a moment, the fans in Baijian burst into tears, unable to accept this fact.

There are also some people who bring up the old story again, and talk about the extremely weird video again.

"So who was chasing Bai Jian that night? The police haven't been able to give a result yet."

"There is no one chasing Bai Jian in the video. Maybe he really took drugs, but it was deliberately concealed."

"No way, it has caused such a big commotion. If there is a concealment, there is no way to hide it. Moreover, people who take drugs will definitely have symptoms. Judging from the previous activities attended during the day, it is impossible to see any situation."

"Could it really be a supernatural event???"

"There are no ghosts in this world!"

Tian Xiu, who was surfing the Internet, happened to see this comment with more than 1 likes. If it was before, she would definitely like this comment that believes in science. The human beings felt more awe, and put several safety symbols on their bodies.

She felt sorry for what happened in Baijian. If it was really ghosts and spirits, the police might not be able to investigate the results at all, and in the end they could only close the case by accident amidst the dissatisfaction of the masses.

Tian Xiu opened the official Weibo of the Birth of Idol, just in time to see a new news on the top of the official account, because of the accident in Baijian, the recording of the program will be postponed.

On the one hand, the postponement of the show was because Bai Jian's death occupied most of Weibo's popularity, and on the other hand, because of Bai Jian's death, Bai Xingyan's mood was very bad, and he even approached the program team and said that he wanted to quit the recording.

At the same time, Mo Zhaojin made the same request due to physical discomfort.

The two of them are the 2nd and 3rd with the highest number of votes. The program team naturally does not want them to withdraw. Once they withdraw, the ratings of the program will definitely drop. Therefore, after some discussions, the program team decided to postpone the recording.

Unlike the netizens who mourned and commemorated Baijian on the Internet, Zhou Momo was notified to come to the meeting room in the entertainment company where Baijian was located.

When he entered, he saw other colleagues. He said hello and sat down, and asked the colleagues around him in a low voice: "Do you know why Sister Lin asked us to come here?"

"It should be about the white room. What else is more important than this recently?" The colleague held a cigarette in his hand, because smoking is not allowed in the conference room, so he can only hold it in his hand. "Bai Jian is the company's cash cow. He He is in the rising stage of his career, and the company has spent countless resources and endorsements in order to cultivate him, and now that he is dead, it will be difficult."

"That's how it is." Zhou Momo always felt that he was listening to someone else's story, and it had nothing to do with him.

After a while, Lin Wei appeared. She was wearing a wine-red professional attire, with a ponytail, and flaming red lips on her delicate face. She walked in with a strong aura, and all the managers greeted her one after another.

"Sister Lin."

Lin Wei nodded slightly. After she sat down, she went straight to the topic and said, "I asked you to come here today to explain the next work process and the distribution of resources for each artist under your banner."

"Next, the company will release Bai Jian's film and television and song albums during his lifetime. The promotion of this aspect requires the help of your artists. In addition, after Bai Jian's funeral date is set, all artists who are free will bring them to participate."

Lin Wei is a domineering person, and usually in a meeting, she would not allow others to interrupt and ask questions in the middle of her speech, so everyone just took out their notes and jotted down the key points of what she said.

"Also, after you get the resources here, you can arrange them for the artists yourself."

After she finished speaking, she signaled her assistant to distribute the document to everyone present. After Zhou Momo opened it, she found that there were actually five movie scripts here, three of which were leading male lead plays, and the other two were leading male lead plays. , and there is also a variety show and two endorsements.

These resources were previously in the white room.Zhou Momo was speechless, is this white room a spinning top?The company oppressed him so much. Could it be that he chose to commit suicide because he was too tired?

Lin Wei said in a deep voice: "Bai Jian's death has caused a great loss and impact on the company, now we need a superstar who can replace Bai Jian, and every artist under your banner has this potential and opportunity. The role of an agent at this time is very important.”

After hearing these words, the managers present were more or less ignited with the flames of ambition, but Zhou Momo was calmer, probably because of his long-term relationship with Wen Baiyu.

After the meeting, everyone got up and left one after another. When Zhou Momo walked to the door, Lin Wei stopped him.

"Sister Lin, is there anything else?"

Under Lin Wei's carefully drawn eyeliner are Shui Li's eyes. She said: "The resources I sent you are the most among all artists."

Zhou Momo was stunned when he heard the words, Lin Wei seemed to have something to say.

"You have two artists under your banner, which one is more important, and who has more potential? I don't need to remind you deliberately?" Lin Wei said, "From the perspective of an agent, you are not qualified, a bowl of water* *And it will cause there will never be any outstanding artists under the banner."

"You should really think about how to build a superstar."

On the way back, Zhou Momo kept thinking about what Lin Wei told him. The other party obviously also saw Wen Baiyu's potential and wanted him to give most of his resources to the other party.

He thought about it for a while. Apart from recording programs recently, Wen Boyu spent most of his time like a nine-to-five office worker. He rested and surfed the Internet when he got home.

Zhou Momo took out his mobile phone to contact Wen Baiyu, who said after listening, "You can arrange it."

How damn indifferent!It's because of your attitude that I don't want to burden you with too many tasks!Zhou Momo roared like a groundhog in his heart. He smiled wryly and said, "Brother Wen, we can arrange resources, but you have to attend Baijian's funeral."

Wen Boyu's heart was very complicated when he heard the words. After all, Bai Wenjian's death was caused by him alone, and it was ironic that he had to go to the funeral in the end.

He didn't want to embarrass Zhou Momo, so he agreed.

After Wen Baiyu hung up the phone, Song Shanzhu, who was sitting next to him, came over and asked, "Brother, are you really going to Bai Wenjian's funeral?"

Wen Boyu went to Zhou Jingyuan's house immediately after returning from the isolated island. Because Bai Wenjian died, he told Song Shanzhu what happened before.

Sure enough, Song Shanzhu was very angry after hearing this, but the matter had been resolved, he just sulked for a while, and then broke his work quickly after Wen Baiyu received the call.

"Everyone else will participate, there is no need to be special." Wen Baiyu said.

"Then I want to go too!" Song Shanzhu raised his hand high, "Brother, you don't know, Master asked me to be an artist a few days ago, so that I can protect you by your side!"

Wen Baiyu didn't look happy at all, he said indifferently: "Since it is the order of the master, then I will talk to Ah Mo later and let him arrange for you to sign the contract."

Wen Baiyu is only a master and told his younger brother to be an artist must have his deep meaning, and the words of protection are just what Song Shanzhu thinks.

"But you have to be clear yourself that if you are an artist, you must not act impulsively, let alone use force against ordinary people while ensuring your own safety."

"Obey!" Song Shanzhu made a very non-standard salute gesture, obviously watching a lot of TV dramas.

"Come and eat some fruit." Chu Ci came out with a fruit platter and placed it in front of Wen Baiyu.

Wen Baiyu smiled and said, "Thank you."

Song Shanzhu's eyes lit up, and he immediately took out a toothpick and poked at the fruit: "Wow! Why is today's fruit platter so big?"

As a result, his toothpick was suddenly cut in half.

Chu Ci withdrew the fruit knife in her hand, and said in a calm voice, "I specially prepared this fruit platter for Bai Yu."

Song Shanzhu looked at the toothpick that was only half left in his hand, swallowed, put down his hand with great desire to survive, and laughed dryly.

"Let's eat together, I can't finish such a big fruit platter by myself." Wen Baiyu was relieved seeing that Song Shanzhu and Chu Ci got along so well.

"Okay, Bai Yu." Chu Ci never revealed that he was a member of the Salted Fish Spurs, and he always felt ashamed to say what he said.

When half of the fruit was eaten, Wen Baiyu looked up at the time and asked, "Brother Zhou hasn't come back yet?"

Chu Ci replied: "It's been half an hour since he went to the hotel to see Lord Zhuang, and he should be back soon."

"En." Wen Baiyu's face was calm, but his heart was turbulent. What happened that night made him feel ashamed to face his master, so he had to learn about his master through Brother Zhou.

After a while, Zhou Jingyuan finally came back. When he saw Wen Baiyu, he smiled happily and said, "The recording is over. I remember you said you would record for three days. Why did you come back early?"

"I'll be back after the pre-recording." Wen Baiyu paused, lowered his eyes and said in a low voice, "Brother Zhou...have you seen Master? I wonder if Master can get used to coming to another world?"

But what he didn't expect was that Zhou Jingyuan shook his head and said: "I didn't see Zhuang Zhuang when I went to the hotel, and I learned from my master that he has returned to the world of cultivating immortals."

"Ah? Why did the master go back? Does the demon cultivator ignore it?" Song Shanzhu looked confused.

"How would I know?" Zhou Jingyuan grabbed Song Shanzhu's collar and said, "And you bastard, didn't I let you stay in the hotel, why did you run to my house again?"

"Hey! Master thought I was annoying and drove me back! To be honest, the fruit provided by the hotel is quite sweet, why don't you arrange a presidential suite for me." Song Shanzhu said with a smile.

Zhou Jingyuan couldn't help but move: "I'll give you a poor room to live in, which is more or less the same!"

The two fought back and forth, Chu Ci couldn't persuade him, and was about to turn around and ask Wen Baiyu to help, but found that the other party was in a trance.

"Baiyu?"

Master is gone?Wen Baiyu's face turned pale, and there was a dull dull pain in his heart, and the hand on his side suddenly tightened. For Master, I'm afraid that what happened that night could not stir up any ripples in his heart at all.

He was alone, immersed in that ridiculous emotion and couldn't extricate himself.

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