He suddenly realized that in the past five years, he has been like a marionette, manipulated by Wu Meng to run around and busy.

Five years later, he has become accustomed to being only a singer, very simple. It's so simple that you completely forget what to do when your brokerage contract expires.

Who revealed what the reporters said today, but it is obvious that the media does not know that he has always had a different agent.

He always thought that Wu Meng was thinking about his future and his career, and he would always persevere, but he never thought of the current result.

There was no anger, not even a little emotion.

Da Qiao's brokerage contract with Wind Direction Media, he is not even interested in watching it.

His mother asked him why he was not in a good mood, and he said that he did not see the sun tomorrow.

"It's night, how can you see the sun tomorrow. Isn't it too tired, take a good rest. ”

The mother didn't find out why he wasn't interested, and she didn't know that her son wasn't one of those stars, just a singer.

At twelve o'clock in the middle of the night, Wu Meng took the initiative to call over.

"Have you read the contract?"

"New brokerage contract?" Sun Cheng suddenly felt happy in his heart, it seemed that he had no solution to Wu Meng, probably because something delayed the renewal of the contract.

However, Wu Meng asked him about Da Qiao's brokerage contract with Feng Xiang.

"Why should I watch? Why are you no longer representing my brokerage contract? Sun Cheng's heart suddenly froze to the extreme.

"Why are you still in the same old problem, download the contract first and take a look." Wu Meng hung up the phone again.

Sun Cheng hurriedly turned on the computer and downloaded the contract between Da Qiao and Feng Xiang.

In the end, it was found that the contract sent by the two companies was not only the same version, but also the same as Party B, which was not a simple brokerage contract as he thought, but a brokerage contract and authorization contract for a project.

The filming of the documentary "Who is the Singer" and his six-year career as an "artist" were authorized to be co-distributed by Da Qiao and Fengxiang, and he was paid 10 percent of the documentary's sales.

Sun Cheng looked at the contract in front of him, and his heart was mixed. He didn't know what it meant or how to respond.

"What the hell is going on?" Sun Cheng dialed Wu Meng's phone and asked.

"Done?" Wu Meng still had a very flat tone on the phone.

"I'm done."

"After reading it, then you should understand that it is literal."

"What is a documentary? Am I quitting acting? Or do you think I'm well-known enough for the public to be qualified to make documentaries? Sun Cheng still didn't quite understand.

"Neither. Just to tell me, to tell you, to tell all those who have dreams, to recognize their choices. Every word Wu Meng said made Sun Cheng unable to understand.

"What choice did I make?"

"What choice do you think you've made?"