Shining Stars: First Producer

Song Moran's words had no beginning or end, which made Assistant Song involuntarily stunned for a moment, and a trace of bewilderment flashed across his eyes.

"Tomorrow?" Assistant Song asked softly, all kinds of speculations quickly emerged in his mind, but nothing appeared on the surface.

Song Moran's expression didn't change much, only the knocking sound that was slightly out of order revealed his current inner thoughts.

"Lucheng will be waiting for you there," Song Moran said calmly.

It was only at this time that Assistant Song was able to confirm that the figure he saw was the same person back then, so he couldn't help but sighed deeply in his heart.

Because there was no way to hear what Song Moran was feeling in the voice, he secretly raised his head to look at Song Moran's expression, but there was no emotion to show at all in that expressionless look.

"I understand," Assistant Song lowered his head deeply and replied softly without asking any more questions.

When he exited the office, Assistant Song involuntarily raised his head and took a deep look at the tightly closed door.

The emotions in my heart kept stirring, but in the end they were suppressed abruptly by him.

"The president has his own plans in mind," Assistant Song told himself in his heart, and his mood gradually calmed down.

But he couldn't help being curious about what he might get tomorrow. Obviously, the two have been separated for such a long time, so where did the other entanglements come from?

"Assistant Song," someone shouted softly while he was in deep thought. His voice was a little tangled, but at the same time he was filled with uncontrollable excitement and pride.

"Huh?" Assistant Song restrained his inner thoughts, and asked with some doubts, "What's the matter?"

The man clasped his hands on his chest unconsciously, let out a long breath, and said in a low voice, "The discussion on the Internet about the program has gradually subsided now, and some people want to film the same series of shows."

Assistant Song's originally calm expression changed involuntarily, and his brows furrowed slightly.

"How many people think this way?" After a moment of silence, Assistant Song asked softly, but his tone was very calm, without the excitement or anger that the man imagined.

The man couldn't tell what Assistant Song was thinking now, but he was sensitive to the fact that he wasn't very interested.

After being quiet for a while, he said cautiously, "Most people think like this."

Assistant Song has no way to evaluate whether such an idea is right or wrong, but personally, he doesn't admire it.

After being quiet for a while, Assistant Song said nonchalantly, "I will tell the president about this matter. You should work hard now."

The man let out a long sigh of relief, as if he had let go of a huge burden.

Seeing his performance, Assistant Song felt a little funny in his heart, his expression relaxed a lot, and he joked with a smile, "Go, tell the person next to you who is asking, no matter what the result is, I will tell them tomorrow."

Seeing the back of the man briskly turning away, Assistant Song took a deep breath, turned around and walked back the way he came.

"Assistant Song," Song Moran's tone carried obvious doubts.

Assistant Song coughed lightly, and explained softly, "Someone in the company wants to shoot a series of programs."

Seeing Assistant Song's tangled expression and hesitating speech, Song Moran knew in his heart that this matter was not as easy as he said.

The pen flipped between his fingers, Song Moran looked up at him and said casually, "Is there something wrong with the show, or is there something wrong with the person who proposed this idea?"

His tone didn't fluctuate, but what he said hit the nail on the head.

Assistant Song smiled wryly, and said in a low voice, "The person who came to tell me is fine, but the show they talked about was the one planned by Lucheng."

Song Moran's brows frowned involuntarily. He didn't understand why Lu Cheng, who hadn't heard from her for several days, suddenly had such a strong sense of existence today, making it impossible for people to ignore her.

Sensing Song Moran's eyes that suddenly became much sharper, Assistant Song's heart sank involuntarily, and he became more careful in his actions.

"Is there no one else in the company?" Song Moran asked in an indiscriminate voice, and the rapid jump in his eyes showed some incomprehensible thoughts.

Assistant Song understood what the final result of this matter was, sighed softly in his heart, shook his head and said, "They think that the discussion frequency of the program on the Internet is much lower now, and they want to use the new program to revisit Push it up."

But such an explanation didn't make Song Moran feel much better, on the contrary, he couldn't help but want to sneer.

Song Moran didn't suppress his temper at all, and asked bluntly, "In the end, I still want to use that program. With so many people in the company, no one can come up with a new program?"

Every word of Song Moran expressed his inner dissatisfaction, and his eyes were as sharp as knives.

Assistant Song unconsciously lowered his head to avoid his sight, and forced back the words he wanted to explain.

Seeing Assistant Song standing there silently, a trace of disappointment quickly flashed across Song Moran's eyes.

"Just tell them that," Song Moran said in a deep voice.

Assistant Song nodded, not daring to say anything more.

Hearing the sound of the door being closed, he looked down at the documents on the desktop, but after a long time, his mind was still restless, and he couldn't calm down at all.

"Slap," was the sound of a document being casually thrown onto the desktop.

Song Moran stared at the mobile phone on the table blankly, but after a long time, he seemed to give up something in his heart.

I also sighed invisibly, and Song Moran dialed the number of the person who always made me angry.

The sudden ringtone interrupted Lu Cheng's train of thought, she looked at the person in front of her a little embarrassedly, and said apologetically, "Sorry, I'll go to the side to answer the phone."

Nodding calmly, Chen Lu quietly watched Lu Cheng hurried to the side, the corners of her mouth drooped slightly, and she seemed to be in a bad mood.

"Hello? Are you?" Lu Cheng didn't even look at the number flashing on the screen, frowning tightly, and asked a little impatiently.

Hearing his cold voice, Song Moran's heart froze, his eyelashes drooped slightly, and he said nonchalantly, "It's me, I think..."

He didn't ask Lu Cheng if he had time at all, he just made a decision on his own.