Gao Mingyuan's Tiandi Culture Brokerage Company is not too famous in the circle. The main business direction is also some small commercial performances.

The threshold is relatively low, and the requirements for its artists are not very harsh.

But in the big dye vat of Kyoto, there are five or six small companies like this, and there are only a few small commercial performances in a year, and for this reason, these companies are all fighting for their heads.

Therefore, whether it is Tiandi Culture or other brokerage entertainment companies, singers and artists will always be the core of the company's development.

As long as we can strengthen our points in this area, our competitiveness will naturally be much greater.

Gao Mingyuan sat in the office, looking at the artist information that had been poached in his hand, and his face was extremely gloomy.

If he hadn't invited Lin Chuan, a genius singer, through the relationship between Mr. Yuan, I am afraid that the company would have faced a large amount of liquidated damages, and at that time, bankruptcy would be the only end.

He was in no hurry to reveal the news. Although a small company like him often needs some news to hype, that also scores.

With Lin Chuan's current reputation, once those rival companies know about it, he may not know what kind of things he will do.

But there is no impermeable wall in everything, and the more Gao Mingyuan wants to cover the news, the faster it will come out.

No, Lin Chuan had just arrived in Kyoto the day after his arrival, and there were all kinds of rumors on the Internet.

Major media websites broke out that the owner who signed the contract with Lin Chuan was in Kyoto, and even took out a photo of Lin Chuan from Kyoto Airport to make this speculation more conclusive.

Even later, some small websites issued posts that forcibly linked those well-known brokerage companies in Kyoto with Lin Chuan, and also listed a list of grounds, hoping to conquer readers' doubts.

However, not long after the news was published on the Internet, a large number of posts immediately came out.

In the near future, a small-scale commercial performance event jointly organized by several local companies in Kyoto will be held at Kyoto University. And the funder also made a bloody investment this time and invited a rookie singer who is currently in the entertainment industry and is flourishing - Lin Chuan.

When the news broke, many people were shocked, especially the students at Kyoto University, who couldn't believe their eyes.

"Is this news true? Lin Chuan wants to come to our school? ”

"It's a lie, how can Brother Chuan have time to participate in any commercial performances now, I'm afraid he's busy releasing albums and releasing records."

"Ditto ditto, Brother Chuan won't go to Kyoto University to participate in any commercial performances."

For a while, all kinds of doubts also came out at the same time. Some people think that this is the media to win the attention of netizens and increase the click-through rate for this news.

Some people also think that this is a trick by the funders, mainly to sell a few more tickets.

However, there are also some people who really believe it, and they rush to Kyoto University to ask for a ticket in order to see for themselves whether this rumor is true or not.

In this way, after only one afternoon's work, the tickets that could not be sold were suddenly announced to be sold out.

Originally, those who were still watching the fire from the other side, hesitating, all sighed and turned away. There are also some people who really want to buy tickets, but they don't get them, and they complain again and again.

At the same time, in an office on the top floor of the Tianhai Building, a middle-aged man in a suit and leather shoes sat behind a desk, frowning at the news on the computer.

Opposite him, there was also a woman who looked very capable.

"How much moisture do you think of this news?" After a while, the middle-aged man said with a chuckle.

"Mr. Jiang, are you saying that these are not credible?" The woman frowned and muttered.

"No, on the contrary, Gao Mingyuan, that old fox, can't sit still and wait for liquidated damages, but I didn't expect that he actually signed Lin Chuan, which surprised me a little." The middle-aged man smiled and shook his head.

"So what do we do now?" The woman asked.

The middle-aged man didn't speak, turned his head to look at the floor-to-ceiling window not far away, and his fingers tapped lightly on the tabletop, making a "da-da" sound.

"I always believe in a sentence, as long as you pay enough benefits, even if you are a little ghost, you will be ......"

When the woman heard this, the expression on her face changed a few times, and then she seemed to understand something, and she couldn't help but smile.

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Time passed little by little, and in the blink of an eye, it was the day of the performance.

Lin Chuan left the house with his son two hours early, and rushed to Kyoto University in an Audi car driven by Xiao Wu.

But that's it, he was still stuck on the road for nearly an hour, and seeing that the time was getting less and less, Lin Chuan was also a little anxious.

"Xiao Wu, how long will it take to pass?" Lin Chuan glanced at his watch and asked a little anxiously.

Xiao Wu stretched out his neck from the car window, looked ahead for a while, and said with a wry smile: "Brother Chuan, it seems that there has been a car accident in front, and I think I won't be able to get over it for a while." ”

"Can't get through?" Lin Chuan frowned, raised his hand and glanced at the time again, gritted his teeth, and said, "In this way, you bring Yang Yang over, I'll go first, and we'll meet at the performance site in the evening." ”

"Huh? Brother Chuan, it's all blocked now, how did you get over? Xiao Wu said in surprise.

"There's no way, even if you run, you have to run over." Lin Chuan turned his head and said to his son: "Yangyang, you go over with Uncle Xiao Wu, and your father is waiting for you at school, is it okay?" ”

Lin Yiyang listened, nodded vigorously, and said without hesitation: "Dad, don't worry, I'll go to you at night, come on!" ”

Lin Chuan smiled, reached out and rubbed his son's head, then opened the car door and walked down.

As far as the eye can see, the cars stuck here have formed a long queue, with no head in front and no tail in sight. Many drivers got out of the car, or with cigarettes in their mouths, observing the traffic jam, or boasting to other drivers, and they didn't seem to be in a hurry at all.

With this blockage, it may last another hour or two.

With a light sigh, Lin Chuan made up his mind and turned around and walked forward. The speed became faster and faster, and gradually, Lin Chuan began to run.

Before you know it, it's getting dark.

The theater of Kyoto University was already full, most of them students from the university, and a small half of them were from outside the university.

They all heard that Lin Chuan would come here to perform, so they appeared here with a half-believing attitude.

At this moment, in the backstage of the theater, Gao Mingyuan was sitting in the dressing room, his face was very ugly.

The performance was about to start, but Lin Chuan had not yet arrived, and the phone had not been able to get through. Especially that Xiao Wu, who was still blocking the road......

"When I go back to the company tomorrow, I have to open this kid and let him pick up people, where will I pick them up?" Gao Mingyuan gritted his teeth and said.

"Dad, don't worry, what did Xiao Wu say?" At this time, Gao Meng walked over from the side and said.

"Xiao Wu is now stuck in a traffic jam with the car, Xiao Chuan is afraid that it will be too late, so he got off the car half an hour ago, but there is no news so far, and the phone can't get through...... If the performance is delayed, it's okay to say, but if something happens to Xiaochuan......" Gao Mingyuan's face became even more gloomy as soon as he said this.

picked up the phone in his hand and dialed Lin Chuan again.

When Gao Meng saw it, he hurriedly stepped forward and said in a low voice: "Dad, don't call yet, rush to Kyoto University from the traffic jam, if you need to run, it will take at least more than an hour, maybe he is on the way now." ”

"Alas!" Gao Mingyuan sighed and put down the hand that picked up the phone again.

At this moment, there was a sound of footsteps, and then as soon as the door opened, I saw a middle-aged man in his forties walking in.

"Boss Gao, why are you still sitting here, the show is about to start, why don't you go over and take a look?" The middle-aged man chuckled lightly and said indifferently.

"Jiang Xia?" As soon as Gao Mingyuan saw the middle-aged man, his face suddenly became a little more ugly.

This middle-aged man, named Jiang Xia, is the owner of Yoyo's brokerage company. The artists of Gao Mingyuan's company collectively jumped ship, and he was the one who made trouble behind his back.

Two people have always been incompatible opponents, and it is common for them to calculate each other.

Yoyo company can be regarded as a family business, and it has gradually improved in Jiangxia's generation, relying on the network left by previous generations, as well as strong financial resources, in recent years, many outstanding singers and artists have been excavated.

In the entire Kyoto circle, a monopoly has been formed for those small commercial performances.

Even before that, there was news that small commercial performances could no longer meet the current needs of YOYO, and they wanted to expand larger channels, undertake larger commercial performances, and even enter the film and television industry.

However, whether these messages are true or false has not been verified. As the owner of Yoyo Company, Jiang Xia has not publicly stated it, but looking at his current actions, it seems that he has a strong interest in those small brokerage companies in Kyoto, just like Gao Mingyuan's heaven and earth culture.

"Boss Gao, I heard that Lin Chuan, who won the championship of 'One Song Became Famous' this year, is also coming here to perform, I don't know if it's true, but I made a special trip to see it with my own eyes." Jiang Xia didn't pay attention to Gao Mingyuan's surprised gaze, and said with a smile.

Gao Mingyuan snorted coldly and said, "Whether it's true or not, you won't know in a while." ”

"Oh, yes, the show is about to start, don't let me down, I'll see." As soon as the words fell, Jiang Xia chuckled, turned around and walked out.

When he walked to the door, his footsteps paused, as if he remembered something, and he turned around and said, "By the way, Boss Gao, the singers in your company will also appear today, why don't you go to the front together?" ”

"You ......" Gao Mingyuan's face was pale, looking at the smug back of the middle-aged man, he almost didn't spurt blood.

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