"I think Mr. Zhang, what he said makes sense! Don't mix emotional factors, although I also want to knock down the trill, but the pay is proportional to the gain, which is the way for a company to survive!" The female executive vaguely looked at Vice President Zhang, who had just finished speaking, and said slowly.

A shiny executive, with a somewhat obscene appearance and gloomy eyes, like poisonous snakes, said in a hoarse voice: "I think both make sense! But I remind you that he doesn't necessarily choose us! If you can't get it, it's better to destroy it!"

After a fierce collision of opinions, there are now three different points of view in the conference room. One thinks that Ding He should be dug up to change jobs, the other thinks that it is not worth digging Ding He, and the last one is that it is better to destroy it and discredit Ding He.

After more than half an hour of stalemate, a vote was finally taken, and the digging and non-digging were evenly matched. But the bald man chose not to dig, which became the last straw that broke the camel's back.

"Okay, since the results are out, let's implement them!" Mr. Wang, who presided over the meeting, sighed, he didn't expect the final result to be like this, but there was already a democratic decision, and it could only be implemented.

The same scene is being staged on major live broadcast platforms. Of course, except for Trill and Panda, because they have arrived in Pujiang and are ready to discuss cooperation with Ding He.

Ding He was crazy about coding words, his fingers and tips were sore, and he didn't stop. There are now more than 300,000 manuscripts, but for Zhu Xian, it is only a small part.

"Jingle bell ......" was written when the phone suddenly rang.

"Hey, hello!" Ding He casually connected, put his head on his shoulder, and said while coding.

"Hello, is it Mr. Ding He? I'm Qi Yukun, CEO of Panda Live!" The other party's hearty voice came out of the mobile phone.

"Oh, hello!" Ding He said politely.

"That's right! We learned that Mr. Ding's song PK score has reached a new high, and we want to talk to Mr. Ding to see if we have any possibility of cooperation!" Qi Yukun went straight to the point and did not hide his intentions.

It was this openness that ushered in Ding He's favor. Ding He said politely: "You are the most honest of all the people who contact me! What are you talking about?"

"That's the case, after we learned of your results, we immediately rushed over from the company's headquarters and wanted to have an interview with you, is it convenient for you to see?" Qi Yukun's voice was clear, and people couldn't refuse.

"En......" Ding He stopped typing, groaned for a while, and agreed, "Yes!

"We are near the Pu Opera where you lived!" Qi Yukun got to know Ding He in order to negotiate, and said seriously.

"Uh...... Then let's meet at Flower Coffee at the east gate of Puxi, can we?" Ding He Ding He thought about it, and the only place suitable for interviews near Puxi seemed to be this café with a quiet environment.

"Okay, then we'll see you at the café!" Qi Yukun agreed very dryly.

Ding He suddenly thought that he hadn't gone out yet, so he added: "I'm sorry, I'm still living now, it may take more than an hour to rush over, wait a little bit!"

Qi Yukun also agreed very happily: "Okay, then we will wait for you in the café!"

"Okay!" Ding He agreed, directly saved the written novel, then turned off the computer, cleaned up briefly, and went out directly.

"Jingle Bell ......" hugged the live broadcast equipment, carried the guitar, just walked out of the unit door, and before he walked out, Ding He's mobile phone rang again.

"Hey, hello, is it Mr. Ding He?" Ding He just connected, and a greeting voice came from inside.

"Yes, I'm Ding He, are you?" Ding He asked politely.

"I contacted you yesterday, the head of the signing team of the human resources department of the tremor, do you remember?" The other party didn't know why, his status was very low, and his tone was very polite.

"Oh, it's you!" Ding He remembered and said with a smile.

The person in charge of signing the contract was very polite and asked Ding He: "Yes, that's the case! Didn't we make an appointment for an interview? Now that I have arrived in Pujiang PDX District, do you have time?"

"You're here too?" Ding He said in surprise, "Where are you now?"

"I'm here at the Pujiang Drama Academy where you're broadcasting!" the other party's voice came from his mobile phone.

When Ding He heard this, he was surprised: "Ah, you are also in Puxi?"

"Yes, isn't it inconvenient? I can wait!" The identity of the person in charge of the signing group was very low, and he was still guessing Ding He's unwarranted identity.

"Forget it, it's all here! Then you can also go to Flower Coffee at the east gate of Puxi! We will meet there, about an hour later, can we?" Ding He thought about it, one sheep is herded, and two sheep are also herded, so let's get together.

"Okay!" The person in charge of signing the contract did not have any objection and agreed directly.

"So be it, see you later!"

Ding He hung up the phone, still wondering, what is the situation today, the interviewers are all together. Not only is it polite, but it is also coming to find yourself, is the PK score of this song really important?

Ding He didn't figure it out, what the hell was going on? Yesterday, the second child in the dormitory called to remind himself that he must talk about the conditions well!

On the way, I bought a pancake and a cup of soy milk and got on the 808 bus directly. There was some traffic jam on the road, and by the time I got to the Puxi bus stop, it had already been an hour.

Get off from the north gate of Puxi, and trot all the way to the east gate, fortunately the café is not far away. In an hour and twenty-eight minutes, Ding He finally arrived at the café.

In the café, the two groups of people looking for Ding He were very calm. Qi Yukun was because Ding He said in advance that it would take more than an hour to arrive, and the person in charge of signing the contract was because he was mentally prepared, after all, it was normal for these sons to delay for an hour or two.

Ding He was in a hurry, and he was still holding the things of the live broadcast, and his head was sweating. As soon as he entered the café, a cold wind blew, and Ding He felt a chill, like a bucket of ice water poured from head to toe. It's been a long time since I've been in an air-conditioned room, and Jinnyima is so cool!

"Hello! I'm a cat bear (trill) ......" Seeing Ding He walk into the café, the two groups of people who were fully prepared recognized Ding He, stood up and walked over, and greeted Ding He.

"Hello......" Ding He took two deep breaths of cool air, feeling that his body was cool, and then greeted back.

"You're a cat bear (trill)'s person!" the two groups of people had a rather tacit understanding, put aside Ding He, looked at each other and asked.

Ding He looked at the two of them, their eyes were full of fire, and the atmosphere was already tense, and he stepped forward to play a round and said, "That...... Let's sit down and talk, sit down and talk!"