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In an office on the 10th floor with the "Deputy Director" hanging on it, a middle-aged woman in her early fifties was flipping through documents.

Chen Shuzhen, deputy director of the People's Broadcasting Station, a superior unit of Lianjia Broadcasting.

Across from her sat a man in a plain printed T-shirt on the top, five-point pants on the bottom, and a pair of sandals for thirty yuan on his feet.

The man is in his early Chinese New Year's Eve, his name is Li Qing, and he is a good friend of Fan Yang.

Li Qing's posture is not so much sitting as lying on his stomach.

Although he owes a little in terms of image, this also shows his closeness to Chen Shuzhen.

Li Qingdong, whose face was on the tabletop, knocked on the tabletop: "Auntie, can you take a look at me, I really have something to do with you." ”

Chen Shuzhen still looked at a document in her hand, and didn't raise her head, as if there was no one in front of her.

"Comrade Lao Chen, you~"

"Huh?" Chen Shuzhen, who was squinting, glanced up at Li Qing.

The latter was directly frightened, "Auntie, you are my aunt." ”

Li Qing raised his hand and said, "You can take care of me." My mom thinks I'm gnawing at home. I've got a business, you're my mother's sister, and you're going to have to help me with that.

I heard that you have a program called "Your Moon My Heart" that has a good listener rate, and the price is quite cheap, and I want to get the naming rights down. ”

"Say it or fuck off. Chen Shuzhen knows her nephew's temper, and she is most annoyed by her preaching, if she is fine, she will not run to her if she is killed.

Li Qing, who was seen through his thoughts, sneered and said: "Look at what you said, I am your sister's own son and your own nephew." Can't you trust me?"

Putting down the documents in her hand, Chen Shuzhen said: ""Your Moon My Heart" is now in charge of Fan Yang, you don't go to him, but come to me?"

As soon as he heard Fan Yang's name, Li Qing was overjoyed, "You are still the executive deputy of the bureau, and I don't even know that Fan Yang was messed with." He was sent out to study whether it was fake, in fact, someone coveted his position, and as soon as he left, people gave him his position.

I got this naming rights leave, it was Fan Yang who asked me to come, he said that he was going to the TV station anyway, and he would leave early and late. However, I can't see my very good little brother being targeted, so that you can know the tricks of some of your subordinates. ”

"You stupid boy, Fan Yang said, you just believe it?"

"Hey, Fan Yang, that kid has messed with me. Patting his forehead, Li Qing added: "Fan Yang also said that his sister Fan Keren has a birthday in a few days, and he invited you to come to the house as a guest." ”

Chen Shuzhen, whose eyes were slightly condensed, didn't say anything, and after thinking for a while, she dialed the phone and asked a few words.

"Lao Chen, this food looks a little ugly. ”

Deputy Director Chen, who muttered a word, took out an extremely ordinary copy paper from the document on the table: "In five days, the listening rate has risen from 0.1% to 0.29%, and Fan Yang can still open his mouth to ask for help." Zhao Punctuality, you are a little interesting. ”

"Auntie, what did you say?"

Chen Deputy Tai, who stood up, took off his coat from the hanger and said, "I haven't been to Lianjia for a long time, and you haven't been driving." ”

Not long after, an Audi A4 drove away from the underground parking lot of People's Broadcasting.

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A well-known recording studio in the imperial capital is surrounded by the singing voice belonging to Zhao Punctuality, which is "A Song Not Made for Anyone".

An emaciated figure, with a dark face, a severely receding hairline, and nearly half of his hair was black-gray and an old man in a sixtieth armor was sitting on the sofa with his legs crossed.

If Zhao Punctual was present, he would definitely be able to recognize this old man as Director Zhang Mou, who he had just rubbed off the heat.

Opposite director Zhang Mou is a middle-aged man in his early thirties.

This person was sweating profusely on the phone, and kept muttering: "Auntie, you should answer the phone quickly, my brother is really about to be killed by you." ”

"Gao Jie, I'm very serious to tell you that there is still a month before the release of "The Last Farewell", and you, the music director, have not yet finished the theme song for me. ”

"Director Zhang Mou, I really don't blame me for this, I provided you with three drafts, and all of them were killed. ”

"What are those things you gave me. It's not at all what I wanted. ”

Zhang Mou pointed to the huge floor stereo in the room, and said angrily: "You can't write a new song, I can understand it." But what do you mean by recommending "Songs Not for Anyone" to me?

I told you yes, but you told me that "I can't get the copyright"? And let me use the copyright directly? Do you think that my Zhang Mou is very idle? Or do you think that I have been in the industry for 30 years and don't even understand this little rule?

Gao Jie, who was already sweating, hurriedly explained: "Director, you dissipate your anger, you listen to my explanation~"

"Hey, hey?"

"It's done, it's finally done. The ecstatic Gao Jie showed the connected phone to Zhang Mou, and when tears were about to fall, he begged on the phone: "Anxi, you are my sister, you are my own sister, you can send kindness to save my brother." Or the "Song for Nobody" I heard in your store.

Director Zhang Mou fell in love at a glance and hand-picked the theme song. You just need to tell your brother who owns the copyright of this song, and you don't have to come forward for the rest, and your brother still has a filial piety afterwards. ”

"I know your friendship with that gentleman is as light as water. But this is an opportunity to make friends with Director Zhang Mou after all. Zhang De has always been generous, maybe that buddy also has difficulties in his heart.

Don't panic if you have money in your pocket, can you give us a chance to cooperate?~~~~

Eh, I'll find a paper note, sister, I'll remember your personal feelings. ”

Gao Jie, who hung up the phone, finally breathed a sigh of relief: "Director Zhang Mou, I found the contact information." CY area ~~~~ Zhao punctuality. You give me one last hour, and I'll take him down. ”

Zhang Mou put on his coat: "If you can be reliable, the sow will go up the tree." Let's go, I'll go for myself. ”

Five minutes later, a blue BMW M3 also left its parking space.

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Imperial Capital International Airport.

A Boeing plane landed on the ground with a booming sound.

Not long after, a middle-aged man in a suit and leather shoes in the midsummer of 30 degrees walked out of the terminal building with a high spirit.

As soon as I got out of the airport, a big black G stopped in front of me.

Without looking, the man walked straight ahead, in just the right rhythm, and the moment before he reached the door, the door opened.

As he stepped into the car, he expertly took out a cigar, cut off the cigar cap, and began to bake.

"Zhao Punctuality, you wait for me, I, Han Jun, are here. ”

The 5.5T powerful G55 roared like a tiger towards the city center.

At this time, Zhao Shoushi didn't know that in the three different directions of the imperial capital, there were three cars ending at him, speeding up.

The bad news spread to everyone's ears like wings, and the words "Zhao Punctuality" were mentioned repeatedly.

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