In the empty recording studio, looking at the textbook, the room that was supposed to make the sound of musical instruments is now only the rustling of books.

Now that the album has been made, the company is still building momentum for it. The itinerary or something has been temporarily stopped, and I am really empty.

Scratching his head, Wu Zairong lay on the sofa and couldn't look at it. Wu Zairong sat up again, but he had to look at it again. This was probably the last time I had a full block of revision before June, and it wasn't time to give up yet.

The door was opened, and Song Chenghao rushed in in a hurry, with a look of displeasure. The hair was like a chicken nest, apparently just encountered some trouble, and grabbed it by itself.

"What the hell is going on with these journalists?" Song Chenghao's calm voice seemed to hide a volcano, "Okay, they don't want the material provided to them, they just want to write something like this." ”

"It's really, it's so full that there's nothing to do."

Picking up a stack of newspapers that Song Chenghao threw aside, Wu Zairong quickly found the news about himself.

"A producer under the age of nineteen? The strength is not full, and the gimmick is full. ”

"Talented young musicians? Or a grandstanding clown? ”

"Self-hype at the expense of album quality."

Flipping through a few newspapers, almost all entertainment newspapers have such headlines. These articles all grasp their age, blank production experience, and lack of experience, as well as the fact that idol singers make their own albums to win the public's attention.

Wu Zairong smiled, "Brother, what are you angry about, they scolded me, they didn't lose anything to me, and they also increased the popularity of the album." Suffice it to say, they're helping my album sell well. These reporters, but they are all Lei Feng, and they are helping me publicize without collecting the company's public relations fees. ”

"Besides, isn't this the same as yesterday's one, oh, what Zhao Minghe wrote, there's no need for my brother to be so angry."

"You can really see it."

Why Song Chenghao is unhappy and can't suppress his anger, Wu Zairong knows very well. Because just two days ago, the wind in the media was not in such a direction.

Because of the company's hard work, resources, channels, and money, all the media have a positive evaluation of this album with its own producer, which is positive.

As for those reporters who received money, they admired themselves in every way, and they all said some beautiful words, and Wu Zairong blushed when they said it.

Some reporters even exaggerated the title of "a once-in-a-decade genius".

I thought that the warm-up period would end peacefully in a lot of appreciation, but I didn't expect that because of a newspaper yesterday, the situation took a turn for the worse.

You read that right, it's a newspaper. Written by Cho Myung-hyuk.

Because the public likes such topics, such conspiracy theories, and such gimmicks, the sales of that newspaper that day are almost twice as high as usual.

For a while, all the reporters, including those who had said good things about themselves, stood up to question themselves and couldn't wait to expose this "scam". His own album, '5,30', has become a rat that everyone shouts and beats.

But Wu Zairong doesn't care, anyway, aren't these entertainment memories all like this to attract attention, and they are all people who have lost their temperance?

Moreover, there are many people who question themselves, and even many people in the company are waiting to see their jokes?

"But that's not the point." Song Chenghao skillfully picked out a copy from the pile of newspapers.

Isn't that the last time the newspaper was published?

"The point is that the mongrel Cho Myung-hyuk is barking again."

Flipping through the newspaper, Wu Zairong saw the idiot's swaggering signature again.

"The artist surnamed Wu, who disobeyed discipline and had a conflict with the producer, fired the other party."

Layers of folds appeared on the newspaper, and Oh Jae-young clenched the newspaper tightly, trying to tear Cho Myung-hyuk into powder.

Just by looking at the title, Wu Zairong knew what the other party was talking nonsense, deliberately omitted something, and added something to the vinegar, although he told himself to be calm, but his fist was still clenched.

It's not like the last few news, it's just questioning the professionalism of the album, it's harmless, it's just entertainment news.

Fired the producer, hehe, this has seriously hurt his own image. It's just that I don't have anyone in my eyes. To put it mildly, this is the lack of good traditions of being a Korean.

Challenging the predecessor system is not a joke.

Even if this system has seriously hindered the development of society, if it still exists, there must be the power to make him exist.

Every senior, the boss is from the juniors, the newcomers to survive. After going through a lot of hardships, I finally got through it and can teach newcomers a lesson. They have gone from being an aversion to a defender of the system, and anyone who touches their hard-won rights and tries to challenge the system will be torn to shreds.

For those who are still struggling in the rookie period, this is undoubtedly a deadly poison.

Calm down, you have to be calm, Wu Jaerong.

"The company's PR department ......"

"Early in the morning, from the moment they received the news, they had already begun to clarify. The fact that Choi Sung-kook stole the score has now been released through the TV media. ”

It's still too late, if only it could be announced in advance, it won't be so passive. Now, no matter how much the company tries to remedy it, it seems to be covering up.

"How's it going in terms of fan reassurance?" Wu Jaeyoung pursed his lips and asked the next question.

"The staff in charge of this and the presidents of the fan support club are doing their best," Song Sung-ho glanced at Oh Jae-young, "It's just that the fans are still losing, and they haven't stopped yet." ”

Hiss, the newspaper completely became powder and became a sacrifice to Oh Jae-young's anger.

Raising his head and closing his eyes, Wu Zairong tried his best to suppress the blood pressure that had rushed to his head, with a look of unwillingness.

"Bring forward the release date of the album."

"What?" Song Chenghao didn't understand.

"I said, bring the release date of the album forward." Oh Jae-young lowered his voice and turned his anger into strength.

"Head on him." That's the best way to stop the rumors.

I'm going to swell the faces of all the people who question me.