I used online loans to give gifts to the anchor, and he just said "baby"?

The folder was thrown onto the table with a loud bang, exploding in the deputy director's ears.

The deputy director's shoulders shook with the sound.

The director unbuttoned his suit, pointed his finger at the deputy director's nose, and shouted, "What are you doing? I told you to investigate every submitted work, and now you're leaking this kind of news! How are we going to end this?"

The deputy director shrank his neck and lowered his head, not daring to answer.

The director's face changed drastically. He was about to retire and didn't want to achieve much. He just wanted to spend the next two years in peace and stability.

Who knew that these useless guys under his command would cause him such a big trouble.

This incident cannot affect his pension.

"They didn't give a satisfactory response within an hour. They calmed down the online discussion, revoked all of the Japanese awards, including Su Yan's Best Male Singer award, and blacklisted Goodnight Culture, prohibiting them from participating in any song competitions."

"If something like this happens again, you don't have to come here anymore."

"boom"

The deputy director banged his fist on the desk, not daring to breathe, his heart beating in his throat. Fortunately, no one was affected.

The punishment is severe, the heaviest in the history of the Golden Melody Awards.

It would be a fatal blow to any entertainment record company.

Wang Chao, the "victim" of the Japanese plagiarism incident, sat crookedly on the chair, with his legs crossed and shaking constantly.

He held the cigarette between his index and middle fingers, and flicked the cigarette butt up and down with his thumb.

A leisurely and contented look.

"Brother Chao, if you do this, you will offend Goodnight Culture, which is in disguise an offense to W Group." A young man dressed in hip-hop clothes sat opposite Wang Chao and said worriedly.

W Group is a new chaebol in Kyoto, with solid capital.

If you offend capital, it's no joke.

Wang Chao looked down on everyone. He took a puff of his cigarette, the butt of which turned red, and a large amount of white smoke came out of his mouth. He looked at the hip-hop boy with empty eyes.

"Do you want to be famous?"

"I do." The hip-hop boy said firmly.

How could he not want to be famous? He wants to be famous so much that he’s crazy about it.

"That's right. This time, I'm going to be incredibly famous. From now on, I'll be the most popular music creator in the empire."

Wang Chao put down his feet, put his elbows on his knees, leaned forward, and pointed at the hip-hop boy with the hand holding the cigarette holder.

"And you will be the next king."

Heavenly King!

The hip-hop boy was stunned and stood up from the sofa, his face flushed with excitement.

On one side is the superstar promised by Wang Chao, and on the other side is the big conglomerate W Group. The hip-hop boy looked embarrassed.

"Brother Chao, the W Group is not something you can easily mess with. Even the top ten families in Kyoto have to give them some respect. Let's, let's just forget about it." The hip-hop boy said timidly.

Wang Chao sneered, "Coward, what's W Group? Do you know who's behind me?"

"Who is it? Brother Chao, who is the big shot behind you?"

"I'll scare you to death if I tell you." Wang Chao laughed. "The less you know, the better. Just follow me and enjoy the good life. You're the future superstar."

The hip-hop boy stood at attention and bowed deeply at 90 degrees, "Thank you, brother! You are my second parent!"

His voice was loud and excited, and he couldn't stop trembling.

Screw the capital, screw the consortium, no one can stop him from becoming the next king.

"Hahaha." Wang Chao straightened up and leaned back against the sofa. "Okay, okay. We're all brothers."

The hip-hop boy said with a flattering look on his face, "I understand, Brother Chao, you are thinking about me, and I will naturally not forget your kindness."

"I'm glad you understand. Come on, have a drink. I'll use tea instead of wine to wish us success." Wang Chao picked up the teacup.

The hip-hop boy did not dare to be negligent and also picked up the teacup, holding it in front of his chest with great piety.

"I wish Brother Chao all his dreams come true, become a huge star, and become a household name."

"Haha." Wang Chao laughed crazily and drank the cup of tea in one gulp.

The cell phone on the table rang.

Wang Chao took a glance and his smug mouth almost reached his ears.

He looked arrogant, as if his evil plan had succeeded.

The joy that the man couldn't hide didn't escape the eyes of the hip-hop boy.

"Brother Chao, did something good happen?" The hip-hop boy's eyes lit up and he stretched his neck to ask curiously.