Kuai Chuan: My host was targeted by Xing Jiao again

"Signed artist?? It's just a past star, what kind of contracted artist is he??"

Lu Ke looked disdainful, "Does he still think that the current him is the Zhefeng who just debuted five years ago?"

five years ago……

Five years ago, Lu Ke and Zhefeng, who both debuted in the draft, were treated very differently.

Knowing that Lu Ke was in a bad mood, the assistant stood aside obediently with the phone in hand, not daring to say anything.

"Yo, what's going on here? Who made our big baby Lu angry??"

Sister Xu, the first manager of Shining Star Media, took a stack of scripts and some variety show activities, and put them on the table in the conference room.

Seeing that Lu Ke's expression was not quite right, he turned his gaze to the assistant beside him.

The assistant hurriedly recounted Zhefeng's incident just now in Sister Xu's ear quietly.

After listening to the assistant's words, Sister Xu dragged a chair and sat in front of Lu Ke.

She pushed a thick stack of documents on the conference table towards Lu Ke.

"This is the script and variety show project that the company just got. You pick first, and pick the rest, and I will share points with other artists in the company."

"Where Zhefeng is, he is not allowed to give him a single notice." As soon as Lu Ke opened his mouth, he directly cut off Zhefeng's life in Xingyao.

"My little ancestor, how can you personally order this kind of thing? Who do you want to deal with here in Star Media? Isn't it just a matter of eyes?"

Now, Zhefeng is just a past star, and he can't afford to hire an assistant by his side. To please Lu Ke by dealing with Zhefeng is a tacit matter of the entire Xingyao Media.

A week later...

Zhefeng, who had completed the discharge procedures from the hospital, was wearing a well-washed lapel sweater, carrying a bag of steamed buns just out of the cage, and returned to Xingyao Media Culture Co., Ltd. while gnawing on the steamed buns.

As soon as he returned to the company, he was called to the office by sister Xu.

As soon as Zhefeng entered, the air was filled with the unique chive smell of steamed buns, and Ms. Xu couldn't help frowning.

"Sister Xu, what can I do for you?" Zhefeng gnawed on the steamed stuffed bun, pulled a chair casually, and sat in front of Sister Xu's desk.

Although the original owner's facial features are completely different from Zhefeng's, they are both of the naive and nanny type.

The first impression is very good.

"Where have you been this week?" Sister Xu raised her head and asked Zhefeng.

"When I was helping Lu Ke to buy coffee, I was accidentally hit by a car and was put on an IV in the hospital." Zhefeng said truthfully.

"Hitted by a car? Why don't you just say that you were killed by a car?"

Xu felt that Zhefeng's excuse was ridiculous, so sister Xu, who wanted to make trouble, said directly.

As soon as I heard the word "crashed to death".

Zhefeng's face turned cold, and his eyes turned cold, "Sister Xu, I have something to say, let's think it through before I say it."

As if knowing that she had made a slip of the tongue, Sister Xu coughed lightly, "In the past six months, you haven't received a single announcement, and you..."

Before Ms. Xu got into trouble again, Zhefeng nodded and gnawed on the steamed buns, casually scolding Ms. Xu, "It can be seen that the business ability of such a large company as Star Media is really worrying. "

"Didn't you reflect on your own problems?" Sister Xu snorted coldly.

"I've reflected on it." Zhefeng propped his chin with one hand, and brought his face to Sister Xu's desk, "I think, the reason why a hardworking, simple and handsome artist like me is going from bad to worse is that Mostly it's a problem with the brokerage company, what does Sister Xu think??"