Do you deserve to tease me?

After all, the show was completely over, and the show crew didn't have the time to invite us out for dinner and dancing. After the group photo was taken, everyone parted ways and went their separate ways.

As for me, I have no assistant or agent, I look miserable, but no one knows that after turning around, I got into the sports car, and they got into the van packed by the program group.

That was really miserable.

The secretary asked softly in the back seat of my supercar: "Mr. Shen, are all the scenes about you in this show going to be cut?"

That's natural.If I don't cut it, wouldn't I be forced to make my debut on the day the show started.

Will there be any other rising stars in the entertainment industry from now on?Don't you have to be shut up by the president?

I thought of this, closed my eyes and nodded.

The secretary continued to ask: "Do those people who are in the same frame as you also have to be cut?"

Are you talking nonsense, I said, it would be great if they could record the show with me, if there is no camera, there will be no camera, what a big deal.

The secretary sighed: "Why don't we make a mosaic."

I wondered, "How shameful am I?"

"That's not the case," the secretary was a little anxious, "I just feel that the program will be less exciting if it is cut. After all, that Fu Yanxu belongs to our company. Although he is vague, this program is not If he wins, if he doesn't, then don't we lose money?"

well said.

I have a question to ask you, I said lightly, who signed him?

Who is so blind that he signed an artist who is looking forward to being potential every day for his company?What does it mean?Is it because the person who signed Yanxu has a grudge against me?Does he hate me so much that he wants to find someone like this to disgust me?

The more I think about it, the more it makes sense, the look in the secretary's eyes probably has a bit of killing intent from Tianliang Wangpo.

The secretary bowed his head and shrugged, pretending to be an ostrich.

"Let me ask for you." He said softly.

That night I watched a movie in my big villa.

The movie is a good movie, and the story told makes me feel no resonance at all, and my mind is full of the hero's figure.Good is good and bad is bad.

The bad thing is that in the past twenty years that the president has kept himself clean, he has only appreciated beauty.

Of course, the key reason for this matter is that I feel that it is my disadvantage to sneak into others.

In short, I have lived the past twenty years, which is called a blue lantern ancient Buddha.

If it weren't for the fact that people often send love letters to my mailbox and line up downstairs in the company to confess their love, I would have suspected that I might not be a president.

I sighed and reached out to take the documents handed over by the secretary.

Fu Yanxu is the same age as me. He is two months younger than me. He used to sing in bars and sell paintings on the street. He also knows a thing or two about dancing. Some skills.After actual research, these skills did not make him earn a few cents.

It's no wonder that there is no house or car, so I can only live in the building arranged by the company and rub cars with other starlets every day.

I was a little moved, and when I turned the next page, I saw the reason for signing him.

It turned out that the entertainment company that he just signed the contract with went bankrupt and was taken over by my casual company.

He was almost fired because he really couldn't meet the minimum standards of my company for signing people.

But here comes the point.

I looked at the densely packed words on the paper, stuffed the information into the secretary's hand, supported my forehead and said, "Read it."

The secretary read: "I chased him to the deputy general manager's office, and begged to stay with him at a salary half the minimum. The deputy general manager was so touched that he made a decision on the spot, making him the most stupid person in the company."

Listen, listen, the lowest price is halved, is this to make money?This is shameless.

I was shocked, and told the secretary by the way that I don't need to add those nonsense to me in the future, what is the most touching thing in the company, does this sound plausible to you?There is actually an artist in my company who is like this!

I was suddenly a little upset.

I think this is very bad.How can my company produce this kind of artist who wants nothing but has few fans and doesn't seek to make progress?

I said to the secretary: "Well, terminate the contract with him and pay him some money. This person has lowered the company's average level."

The secretary said good, turned around and was about to go out to arrange this person clearly.

My cell phone rang suddenly.

I took it up and took a look, it was Fu Yanxu's WeChat message to me.

A line of text followed by a photo.

Thankfully, it wasn't a selfie this time around.

He sent me a cake.

Fu Yanxu: Good evening, Mr. Shen~ Today is your birthday, I can't bring it to your home, so I bought you a cake with the salary I got from recording the show.Happy birthday to you.

I was moved.

I closed WeChat and stopped the secretary, and said emotionally, "Isn't it eight months since my birthday?"

The secretary pushed down his glasses, pondered for a moment, and answered me: "Oh, 80.00% of your information on the Internet is fake, and your birthday is a random date, which happens to be today."

Seriously, I let out a sneer from my throat.

You want to tease me with the wrong information, in your next life.

But having said that, I told the secretary not to fire this guy yet.

For the sake of his devotion to the wrong date, I temporarily forgive him for his lack of self-improvement—for the time being.

Because my company really can't have employees who are just waiting to die.

The next day I went to the company to check their work, and found that everyone was smiling happily. They were obviously very satisfied with the company's decisions, especially me, the president.

I took off my mask when I entered the office.

Yes, I, Mr. Shen, have a net worth of trillions, and a handsome guy, I have to wear a mask when I go to my company, lest others be surprised by my handsomeness, and have no intention of working from now on, and only want to pursue me.

I sat on the chair and fell back. The secretary's secretary quickly made me a cup of coffee.

I didn't drink.

I asked the secretary: "Do you want to go to the next show?"

The secretary shook his head in embarrassment and told me he didn't know.

After all, I asked for all the scenes about me to be cut, and the program crew listened to it and wondered why I went.

I have a slight headache.

Then the secretary's secretary shouted from the side: "Mr. Shen, how about this—our company produces a program by itself? Solo filming, follow-up filming, and abnormal filming are all cut for you."

I heard it, and it made sense.

Looking at this girl again, she still has pretty features.

I said lightly: "Let's not mention this, you pack up and be my assistant."

The secretary said in surprise: "Mr. Shen! This is my secretary! Be sober!"