The 18th floor is relatively deserted, and when I come back from the elevator, I have to pass by the Internet media and the public relations department, Wu Dong deliberately took a few more glances to see what the Internet media in this era are doing, and see what the rumored female public relations chief looks like, but unfortunately she didn't get her wish.

The doors of these two rooms are always closed, but the post-production department behind is open, and the door is full of men, Wu Dong glanced over, the compilation department, the variety show department, and the training center...... There were few people in the open door.

Many institutions know that there is overlap when they look at their names, and it is not clear whether Han San doesn't know or let it go, and Wu Dong can't figure it out.

When he arrived near the studio, he was stopped by a little girl, and she said in a milky voice: "Hey, handsome guy, who was singing in there just now?" I've never heard this song before, is your studio dedicated to music? Why haven't you seen your director all the time? ”

This little girl is a chatterbox.

Wu Dong took a closer look at the girl in her 20s, dressed like a college student, looking like a high school student, talking like a primary school student, he was about to speak, the little girl spoke again, "Haha, my name is Miao Mengxi, everyone calls me for a long time." ”

The voice changed from a little girl to a big sister next door, and it turned out to be a voice actor.

"You've been idle for a long time, and you've slipped out again."

A short-haired beauty in a denim suit walked out of it, and she saw that Wu Dong was also very enthusiastic at a glance, "You are from this studio?" Who was singing in it just now? It sounded good, and we all stood at the door and listened. ”

Wu Dong smiled and pointed to himself, "I sang it, thank you for the compliment." ”

"Wow!" For a long time, he clasped his hands in front of his chest.

"Ahh It's amazing. ”

Wu Dong was in a good mood.

The beauty of the denim suit is called Rao Yueyue is an artist.

She's also a chatterbox!

……

The animation department has only been established for 2 years, a total of 9 people, and now the business is basically the processing of foreign animation, 3 dubbing, 5 artists, and the oldest leader is only in his early 30s, except for the boss Tang Peng, the others are college students who graduated from the Academy of Fine Arts.

Whether Wu Dong wanted to hear it or not, the two girls poured all the information to him.

It's close to 5 o'clock, Mu Shengnan and Li Ran are about to get off work at the end of the day, and the two little girls in front of them are still talking.

It's just a chatterbox, how can two chatterbox's colleagues afford it.

Jiujiu asked Wu Dong, "How many people are there in your studio?" ”

Jiujiu asked Wu Dong, "How old is your director, is he handsome or not?" ”

Wu Dong coughed, cleared his throat, and prepared to show off.

Rao Yueyue didn't give him a chance, "Nonsense, the director must be an old man!" You don't have to ask if you're handsome or not. ”

There is no need for Wu Dong to answer, and the two of them run each other.

Wu Dong reminded with an embarrassed smile, "It's almost five o'clock, aren't you going to get off work?" ”

The boss who opened his mouth for a long time, "Crazy! Get off work at the end of the day, your director is so easy to talk to, how to show professionalism if you don't work overtime. Finish today, don't put off until tomorrow......"

Wu Dong scratched his head, MMP, there are really people who regard 996,770 as a blessing.

Rao Yueyue pulled a hand for a long time, and said with a smile to Wu Dong: "Don't listen to her nonsense, we are idle when we are idle, busy when we are busy, and after working overtime today, please have dinner." ”

"Let's talk about it another day, let's leave for a long time, they will call you after they finish revising the draft."

"Ah~, every day is boring to death in Japanese translation" muttered for a long time and followed Rao Yueyue.

……

The young people of the animation department are enthusiastic, and the daily work is to tinker with the imported animation.,The animation broadcast in China is basically still a small day.,Domestic animation is not taken seriously, and there is no work that can be done.。

Sanshan Entertainment's layout of the animation business is just a step of idle chess, and it is Han Sanqiang's style to be big and complete.

……

Get rid of the two chatterbox, Wu Dong returned to the studio.

As soon as he entered the door, Li Ran sent him a sycophant, "Mr. Wu, you see people so accurately!" ”

Mu Shengnan handed him the contract signed at noon, and also said, "Director Wu's vision is admirable. ”

Wu Dong smiled and asked casually, "Will his being the music director of another company affect the legal validity of the contract?" ”

Mu Shengnan didn't scold him, and said with a smile: "Don't worry, I won't forget what you can think of." ”

It seems that she was indeed moved by the singing, "His song matches your singing, this song will be popular." ”

Li Ran nodded, thought about it and had no other good words, so he could only repeat it, "It will be hot." ”

Wu Dong walked to the coffee machine and got himself a cup of coffee.

He turned his head, "Did you two make a mistake?" ”

Li Ran and Mu Shengnan looked at each other and didn't know what he meant.

Wu Dong stirred the coffee, "I'm a songwriter, he's a singer!" ”

Only then did Mu Shengnan react, she squinted at Wu Dong.

The first time Wu Dong saw that the lyrics and music could be combined with Luo Lin's accompaniment so well, that she confused the identities of the two.

Wu Dong took a sip of coffee and laughed: "When you hear his singing voice in the studio, you will know how superficial it is to use fire to evaluate this song." Hahaha"

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Mu Shengnan smiled, she now felt that Wu Dong's studio had a bright future, and her long-term meal ticket was settled.

"I'm going to get off work, do you have any other instructions from Mr. Wu?"

Wu Dong took a sip of coffee and complimented: "Sister Mu, I'm going back to work tomorrow, and the songs will be recorded later, and it's up to you to publicize the announcement." ”

Mu Shengnan smiled: "I thought you were going to kick my crutch away." ”

Wu Dong hurriedly said: "How is it possible, won't it be dispersed immediately after leaving your studio." I'm the soul of the studio, you're the body! ”

Li Ran pointed at himself with his finger, "What about me?" ”

Wu Dong looked at him and diverted the topic, "How long does it take to drive to the new wind?" Take me to work tomorrow morning. ”

Li Ran smiled bitterly, "I'll wait for you at B2 at 6:30, and I will definitely deliver it to the school gate before 8 o'clock." ”

Wu Dong was very satisfied and patted him, "I repeat, I will form the head, Sister Mu will form the body, and you will form the limbs." ”

The two men laughed, Mu Shengnan covered his forehead with his hand and said, "Two two", turned around and pushed the door away with a smile in his eyes.

……

Near Nanyi, Shimoshima Coffee

Li Ran took Wu Dong to the seat and pointed out the object, then turned to leave.

Table 3, against the window.

A middle-aged man leaned back in his seat with a tired look, a straight suit and shiny leather shoes.

Wu Dong felt his former self in him, and it was a strange intuition that the down-and-out middle-aged man was still maintaining his last decency.

Hearing the sound of footsteps, the middle-aged man squeezed out a smile that he thought was chic and stood up.

Wu Dong took two steps and stretched out his hand with a smile, "Teacher Li Song?" I'm Wu Dong, I've kept you waiting. ”

Li Song responded with a smile: "I didn't expect Director Wu to be so young, young and promising. ”

Wu Dong smiled: "There is no need to say it, director, I am barely your peer." I am actually a teacher at New Century Art School, and I have many colleagues who have graduated from Nanyi, and maybe there are your students. ”

Li Song had a smug look on his face, and Wu Dong's low posture was very useful to him.