With a little surprise, Zhou Shu took the data handed over by the assistant: "It's actually the fourth in the same period?" This rating is very good! ”

Zhou Shu took a closer look and continued: "Gu Jinghong and Song Hongdou are rarely on variety shows, with them, this show should have achieved such results." After all, the popularity of these people is there. I just don't know......"

Zhou Shu glanced at his assistant and didn't continue.

This assistant doesn't know the relationship between Song Ci and several predecessors.

Naturally, the number of weeks will not be said.

He was a little pressed in his heart.

After all, they are all mixed in this circle.

But he is still not optimistic that Song Ci can become popular with this variety show: "I hope our Song Ci teacher can take on a few more commercial performances after the show is over." ”

The assistant hesitated for a moment, and then continued: "Brother, this time it doesn't seem to be the same...... Mr. Song wrote a very good poem about "Yellow Crane Tower", and compared Zhang Dongsen! ”

Zhou Shu's eyes suddenly lit up, and he said, "There is such a thing?" ”

There are seven or eight artists under Zhou Shu's hands.

Half of them have been sprayed by the old man Zhang Dongsen.

After reading "Yellow Crane Tower" seriously, Zhou Shu's eyebrows wrinkled slightly: "I have heard that this kid Song Ci often studies at home and is studying for himself...... Although my cultural level is average, but this level of poetry can be written by an ordinary art student? ”

Zhou Shu maintained a skeptical attitude towards this matter.

At that moment, the door to his office was pushed open, and a man with a combed back walked in.

He was tall and his head was slightly held high at the moment, so much so that it was as if he were looking at the number of weeks through his nostrils.

This is the boss of Orange Blossom Entertainment.

"Lao Zhou, it's still the same thing I told you last month, there are a lot of artists under your hands who eat the company's food. I don't know if they can't do it or if you can't...... But if I look at it personally, I don't think you can do it. ”

The owner's words were very straightforward.

If you don't create benefits for the company, then no matter who you are, you must be ready to get out.

Hearing this, a touch of gray appeared on his face, and then he said seriously: "Boss, don't worry, I will do a good job!" ”

The boss poked out a finger and said, "Your authority level as an agent in the company has been adjusted to B level by me, so you can do it yourself." ”

Zhou Shu's hands suddenly clenched together.

Orange Blossom Entertainment's B-level permission basically means that the company will not give more resources.

Except for the hardware facilities that can be tried for free, the rest is up to you.

At that time, because of the existence of Song Ci under his subordinates, there was no doubt about the S-level agent of Orange Blossom Entertainment in the number of weeks, which is the so-called gold medal agent.

But not anymore.

He has signed a lot of artists over the years, but there is no one who can reach half of the height of Song Ci that year.

He sighed helplessly, and in his mind, I don't know why, Song Ci's figure suddenly appeared.

The poem "The former people have taken the yellow crane to go, and the yellow crane tower is empty here......] This poem also patrolled in his mind.

……

The second round of the recording of the "Under Heaven" program was in an ancient mansion in Yangzhou.

This house was built thousands of years ago.

The architectural style is unique, carved beams and painted buildings, cornices and bells, the walls are vermilion, and the tiles are blue.

When Song Ci arrived here, there was just a light rain in the sky.

He and Xiaoyu held an umbrella and stepped on the bluestone slab.

"Brother, the weather is good today!" Li Siyu said.

Song Ci said: "It's not bad to rain?" ”

Li Siyu said: "My name is Xiaoyu, I like rain!" ”

After speaking, she glanced at Song Ci slightly.

Song Ci chuckled in his heart, and his memory turned back to many years ago.

It was a rainy night, and after Song Ci finished practicing dance in the company, he met a little girl squatting on the side of the road at a roadside food stall.

He had a little impression of her, and probably knew that she was a trainee of the company.

I saw the other party squatting on the side of the street, silently eating a roasted sausage, and the green silk was wet by the drizzle.

"Little sister, it's raining, why don't you go back to the company?"

The girl raised her head slightly, glanced at Song Ci, and whispered, "I'm tired of practicing dance, and I want to breathe outside." ”

Song Ci said: "Then you can't get wet in the rain, it's easy to catch a cold." ”

The little girl said, "Don't be afraid, I like to rain." When I was a child, it was just me and my grandmother at home, and I often squatted in the rain. In the rain, I feel safe. ”

Song Ci was silent for a moment, handed the umbrella in his hand to the little girl, and then took a taxi and left.

Thoughts retracted.

Li Siyu had a smile on his face and looked at Song Ci: "Brother, as you said before, as long as I am hot enough, I can marry you back!" ”

Song Ci said: "Don't talk about this, I'm recording a show." You are doing a good job ......, you guys are the most taboo to fall in love, do you know? ”

Li Siyu pouted and said, "It's not started yet, the director can't hear the ......."

[We who don't know how to love and hate are tormented]

[I think that love is like the fickleness of the wind and clouds]

[I believe that love lasts forever]

In Song Ci's mind, he began to play songs.

Two men stopped in front of the door.

Collect the umbrella.

Shake the rain.

Push the door.

"It seems that we were the first to arrive." Song Ci said.

The Shen Garden, bathed in a light rain, had the moist smell of some earth.

Then.

A red umbrella appeared on the trail not far away.

Song Ci said: "You go in first, I'll pick it up." ”

Song Ci stepped over a few steps and found that it was Tang poetry.

"Give me the box." Song Ci said.

Tang Shi hummed obediently.

She was wearing a pair of thick black boots today, and the heels were covered in mud.

The big white legs are exposed to the air and are a bit dazzling.

Inside, she changed into a pair of pink slippers.

The three sat down.

Another half an hour passed, and everyone except Gu Jinghong arrived.

"Sister Jinghong is still filming in the crew, and she won't be able to arrive until night." Tang Shi helped explain.

It's past three o'clock in the afternoon.

A Shen Yuan's tour guide came in.

The rain was relatively light, but it was still falling.

Everyone strolled through the forest garden.

[When General Shen went on the expedition, he went for twenty years. And his wife waited for him for twenty years in this Shen Garden......]

The director began to tell the story of this courtyard for everyone seriously.

It can also be regarded as a famous love story in the history of China.

But this love story is a tragedy.

So in the process of the director's narration, several girls have red eyes, and they are worried about the characters in the story.