Lin Feng took a taxi to the Starlight Bar.

Wang Yangsheng happened to be backstage preparing to perform on stage tonight.

He has become famous on the bar street, like a little star, and even talent scouts have dug him up these days.

However, Wang Yangsheng was not tempted, and still chose to believe Lin Feng.

According to his own words, he thinks that Lin Feng can write the song "Those Flowers", which shows that he is a person who understands music and loves music.

He wants to work with people who understand and love music.

Lin Feng found that this guy's temperament was really a bit like the Pu Mu in the world before he was reborn, and asking him to sing "Those Flowers" was not to bury this song.

Talking about going to Haicheng University tomorrow night to participate in the program audition, Wang Yangsheng said that he would definitely participate in the selection tomorrow night.

For this opportunity, he was suffocated.

After talking about tomorrow, Lin Feng left.

He still has a lot to do, and he has no leisure to listen to music in the bar.

Just as he was about to take a taxi home, the cell phone in his pocket rang.

Lin Feng took out his mobile phone and looked at the caller ID on it: Fat.

Fatty, who is it?

Reborn into this body, Lin Feng only knew who the people were handed over at work these days, and he didn't know anything about other social relationships and social situations.

Now a fat man suddenly popped up, making Lin Feng a little confused.

He took a deep breath and pressed the answer button.

A very rough voice came from the phone: "Crazy, come out for a drink." ”

Lunatic? It should be Lin Feng.

Lin Feng thought for a while and said, "I'm sorry, I went to the TV series shooting site two days ago and was hit on the head by something, and I can't remember many things clearly, who are you?" ”

When the other end of the phone heard this, he was silent for a while.

The next second, the rough voice howled and cried.

"You have no conscience, you actually play amnesia with me, do you have a new love, didn't you say that you want to be each other's guardian angels?"

Hearing the words coming out of the phone, Lin Feng's eyes widened.

No way.

God, don't scare me.

Don't tell me that the original owner of this body.... Okay, that bite?

.................

Half an hour later, at a late-night food stand.

Lin Feng sat face to face with a fat man about his age.

Lin Feng was looking at the fat man speechlessly.

And the fat man held roast chicken wings in one hand and lamb kidneys in the other, and his mouth was full of oil.

The skewers ordered in front of me are piled up like a hill.

When he saw that Lin Feng didn't move, he hurriedly beckoned: "Crazy, eat, why don't you eat?" I also deliberately ordered a few more strings of your favorite lamb kidneys. ”

Lin Feng said lightly: "I have no appetite." ”

He put the skewer down in his hand, picked up a bottle of beer and poured it into his mouth.

"Ah, comfortable."

The fat man breathed a sigh of relief.

When he saw Lin Feng's listless look, he was instantly happy.

"Brother, are you still depressed? I'm kidding you, don't be so serious. ”

Lin Feng's eyes widened: "Joke? I almost scared the hell out of you. ”

He was really almost scared to death by the fat man in front of him just now.

If there was really a "chrysanthemum full of wounds", Lin Feng didn't know what to do with it in his two lives.

Thankfully, it's just a joke.

The fat man folded his hands and apologized again and again: "Dude, I was wrong, I was really wrong, I apologized for the third time, don't worry about it." ”

Lin Feng glanced at him, still feeling speechless.

The fat man hurriedly diverted the topic.

"By the way, you really have amnesia?"

"Yes, on the set of the TV series, my head was touched by a dropped prop, and then I couldn't remember a lot of things."

Lin Feng could only use this reason to disguise his identity as a reborn person.

Whoever let himself in this system not inform him of the situation of the original owner, he can only grope little by little.

The fat man sighed and said: "It's okay to have amnesia, you can forget a lot of troubles when you have amnesia, and the biggest problem with people is that your memory is too good." ”

"Wang Jiawei?"

"What Wang Jiawei?" The fat man looked at Lin Feng with a confused expression.

Lin Feng shook his head: "It's nothing. ”

The fat man didn't care about Wang Jiawei, he took out one from the box of cigarettes on the table, and then took another one to Lin Feng.

The fat man lit a cigarette, took a puff, and said, "Alas, madman, if I don't call you out tonight to accompany me, I guess I'll really be suffocated during this time." ”

Lin Feng picked up the cigarette handed over by the fat man, lit it and took a puff, and said, "I think your appetite is not very good tonight." ”

With that, he glanced at the hill-like pile of bones and bamboo sticks piled on the table.

"Don't worry about the details." The fat man blushed.

"Tell me, what's going on."

Lin Feng also happened to be free, and wanted to hear what was going on with the first person in the world to ask him out.

"What do I do, do you remember?"

Lin Feng shook his head, when he came to see the fat man just now, he was worried about asking about the matter of "chrysanthemums are full of injuries", and he didn't ask about the fat man's work.

"Looks like you're really amnesia."

"Forget it, let me introduce myself, my name is Du Wei, the producer of the city TV station, of course, the producer must add the word internship in front of it."

"You're a producer?" When Lin Feng heard this profession, his spirit immediately came.

"yes, here's my business card, I'll give you one."

Du Wei took out a business card from his business card holder and handed it to Lin Feng.

Lin Feng took it and glanced at the information on it: Haicheng TV, intern producer, Du Wei, contact number 152xxxxxx58.

He put away his business card, smiled and said, "Producer, the profession with the highest gold content in the TV station, what's the trouble." ”

"Well, don't be sarcastic about me."

Then, Du Fatzi told Lin Feng about the troubles he was encountering now.

It turns out that the TV stations in the city are all producers responsible for the system, and they are divided into different time periods, such as the prime time from noon to evening has been divided by the old people in the station.

You can only pick up some that you don't want.

The station handed over the garbage time from 12 a.m. to 2 a.m. to him, a trainee producer who had just entered the station and had no background.

Twelve a.m. to two a.m.

Most people go to sleep at this time, either watching other TV stations, or playing on the computer and mobile phone.

Who would open this not-so-well-known municipal TV station to watch the early morning program.

In this era of Internet mobile phones, TV shows are no longer as popular as they were a decade ago.

Producers are responsible for their own time periods, and in addition to pursuing ratings, they also have to evaluate the advertising investment.

The fat man sighed and said: "Your buddy, in order to pull the ratings, I deliberately broadcast a swimsuit catwalk during that time period, who would have thought that someone would write a letter to the station and complain about me, saying that I was unethical, broadcasting these messy things to teach bad children and affect the social atmosphere." I just wanted to ask whose children don't sleep in the middle of the night and get up to watch the swimsuit catwalk. ”

"Dude, you say, am I easy for me."

The fat man is now full of bitter water, no wonder he will run out to find Lin Feng to spit out bitter water.

After Lin Feng heard the fat man's words, his eyes lit up.

Because he has a keen grasp of some key information.