MTL - I’m Walking the Career Line In Dog Blood-Chapter 7

"The general manager is looking for me?" An Yinong asked with a smile.

"Well." The general manager's expression was still calm, and he was not ready to ask what happened. An Yinong suspected that even if there was an earthquake, the man's expression would not change much.

The general manager looked at Zhang Ruojun again: "Is it the stage you chose for yourself? You can do it yourself."

"You don't give me resources, you just let me practice and let me learn, I have to fight for myself, what's wrong?"

"That's right, it's your choice, and I respect your choice." The general manager just nodded, no anger, no explanation, just like a robot.

"So it is." An Yinong finally knew why the general manager and his office gave him a strange feeling.

This man seems to separate work and life very thoroughly. He is not willing to mix any personal feelings in his work, nor to make this work a part of his life. Therefore, there are only work-related things where he works, and there is not even a personal item that can reflect his hobbies and aesthetics.

He will argue at the negotiating table just because this is what he, a temporary agent, is supposed to do.

At this time, if the original owner insists on continuing the variety show, he will not stop it. Also because he is only an agent, he cannot interfere with the artist's final decision.

So the original owner in the original plot still participated in the variety show - the original owner decided to drink poison to quench his thirst, and the general manager chose to respect his choice.

"I have something to tell you." The general manager left, and An Yinong followed.

After walking a few steps, the general manager turned around to confirm that he was still there, and turned to continue walking.

An Yinong: "..." I feel like a child who didn't go home after school, which is worrying.

Zhang Ruojun did not come out, leaning against the wall motionless. "Damn." He pounded the wall hard, his teeth almost bleeding from his lips.

An Yinong returned to the general manager's office.

"What's your plan in the future?" the general manager asked directly. As a singer, but his voice is diseased and his future is cut off, the rational approach is to find another way out.

"I haven't lost my ability to sing," said Aynon.

Accident flashed in the calm eyes of the general manager, he thought for a while: "If you have enough confidence in yourself, you can consider this variety show - I'm really a star."

"What?"

"This is an online variety show, and it's not very mainstream and controversial. If you don't do it well, it will be the end of your career."

The general manager looked at An Yinong: "For you now, it is a powerful medicine. If this medicine goes on, you will either die or live. In three days, think about it. ."

"The manager likes it?"

The general manager's hand paused, lowered his head and tore off a post-it note, with the words 'I'm really a star' written: "It's not that you are optimistic about it, it's that you need it."

“…Thank you.”

An Yinong reached out to take the post-it note, and his fingers touched the general manager's hand.

Just as he was about to put the Post-it note back in his pocket, the general manager suddenly grabbed his arm and put a hand to his forehead.

The forehead was pressed against the warm back of the hand, and the tip of the nose smelled a light woody fragrance, An Yinong was stiff there. He doesn't like being touched, especially his face.

"You have a fever." He affirmed.

"I'll take you to the hospital." This was his second sentence.

When An Yinong recovered, the general manager had put on his coat, took the car keys, opened the door of the office and turned to look at him, as if to say: Why don't you follow?

"..." An Yinong looked outside the door, and the staff outside the door who were probing their brains withdrew and walked past casually.

"Is this also the purview of the broker?"

"That's right."

Twenty minutes later, the community hospital.

"The temperature difference between morning and evening is big recently, young people should not be greedy for cold. These days, the diet should be lighter, and do not eat spicy food." .

"Here, go to the western pharmacy on the first floor to pick up the medicine. By the way, the antipyretic medicine must be taken four hours apart before taking one tablet, and other medicines should be prescribed by the doctor."

"Thank you, doctor." An Yinong's muffled voice came through the mask, and a meticulous general manager stood beside him. Even in a place like a hospital, he was in a neat suit and stood upright.

"Shall we go to the first floor to get medicine?"

"Hmm."

There are many people taking medicines on the first floor, and the two of them are lined up, because they are tall, they seem to stand out from the crowd.

"Thank you, manager, for accompanying me to the hospital." An Yinong coughed twice, "Because of me, I have to leave work temporarily."

"This is my job." The general manager's expression remained cold.

For the first time, An Yinong felt that an adult had a cute personality, not inferior to the cuteness of a teenager.

"In my current situation, the company is still willing to find resources for me, but I can't repay it."

In the eyes of most people, An Yinong is already a waste who cannot sing, and it is a waste to use resources on him.

The general manager glanced at him and did not seem to agree with his self-evaluation: "You are worth it, don't belittle yourself."

An Yinong, who was 'disapproved', couldn't help laughing: "Anyway, thank you."

I lost a variety show and got another variety show. After making different choices, the plot has also changed. It can be seen that it is not difficult to change the fate of the original owner.

"I thought you'd just take it all into account and find a breakthrough point in "My Show"." The system jumped out, and in its experience, the hosts were reluctant to change the general direction. plot, which will make them lose the advantage of 'foresight'.

"That's the enemy's territory, and the moment I stepped in, I lost the first-mover advantage. This non-live type of scripted variety show will not give anyone any chance to come back. You probably don't know the power of editing and post-production."

"Buzzing." The general manager's cell phone vibrated suddenly, he made an 'sorry to answer the call' gesture to An Yinong, took the cell phone and went to the other side.

"I need to go back." He was back in two minutes, nothing on his face.

An Yinong nodded: "Manager walk slowly, pay attention to safety on the road."

The general manager looked at him and said, "Remember to take medicine."

Take two steps and look back: "If it is convenient, send me the license plate of the online car-hailing car, or send me a message when you go back. Can you add an X letter?"

"Yes." An Yinong laughed.

The avatar of the general manager is his own photo, and the circle of friends is empty.

"Ke Yinong." The pharmacist reported the name of the medicine, and interrupted his thoughts, "Your medicine, the usage is posted, three times a day, and the antipyretic medicine is taken separately. ."

"Okay, thank you doctor." He opened the bag, checked whether the name of the medicine matched, and checked to see if the package had been opened before he put it away.

After leaving the hospital, he looked around, then reached out and took out the mini-recorder from his chest pocket.

"What is this?" pops up.

"Sometimes a self-preservation thing that can come in handy." An Yinong put away the recorder, "By the way, you can help me check the reality of the variety show "My Way, My Show" Manipulator?"

A question mark appeared in the mung bean eyes of the system: "Aren't you not participating? What are you doing here?"

"I suspect..." He frowned, "Someone specifically targets the original owner and wants to drive him to a corner. Moreover, this person is related to the person who poisoned the original owner a year ago, or It's just the same person."

"Hey!!"

An Yinong squinted at it: "That condition is too outrageous, it is prepared for 'Ko Yinong'. However, where did a small person come from so many enemies? So someone has been targeting the original owner. . Is that hard to understand?"

"No, wait a minute, I'll check." The system bowed its head and entered the search stage.

An Yinong called for a car and sent the license plate number to the general manager.

Two seconds later, the reply: "Take a good rest."

After two seconds, the phone vibrated again, this time with four words: "Drink more water."

"..." He stared at the words for two seconds before putting away his phone.

It was almost night when he got home. He opened the door and entered the house, but it was still deserted, like a huge coffin.

After taking a tablet of antipyretic, drowsiness came up after a while, An Yinong leaned on the sofa, drowsy, but still insisted on waiting for the answer.

In the entertainment industry, he will not retire. So who is his enemy?

An Yinong turned on the stereo, and the babbling singing sounded, and the singing voice was a little stern, which made it even more strange by this dilapidated and empty room.

"Host." The system is back.

He opened his eyes, with red blood crawling in the whites of his eyes: "Who is it?"

"Zhang Jing, the director of that variety show." The system reported an unfamiliar name.

"The number in his bank account has not changed, and he has not been given a large amount of property suddenly. It seems that it is only because the host has no background and offends to death."

An Yinong thought for a while, then shook his head. He maintained his judgment. There must be someone behind this matter: "It's hidden deeply. Keep watching, and let me know if there are suspicious people."

Speaking and standing up: "I'm going to bed first."

At the same time, "My Walk, My Show" will spread a new promotional video to the Internet.

Four traffic singers, four different styles of handsome men and women. Their fans shouted "Beautiful Beauty", which made people forget that this should be a variety show to cultivate young singers.

"What the heck?

"The black people upstairs, please also explain the Basic Law. My idol's famous song has 10 million downloads." Their fans were not happy.

Well, 10 million downloads, their fans will be happy.

"So what happened? What about the mentors before?" Netizens were very curious about the story in the middle, but no one responded whether it was the "Wow My Show" program group or those artists .

Oh, it's not that there is no response at all, at least the stars who were selected are replying 'Thank you to the show team for choosing me, you will not be disappointed'.

"I can already imagine the style of this show. The ten-level filter is full, the million-level tone repairer is always on call, and there are macaron-colored boys and girls."

"Isn't it? It doesn't matter whether the show team is disappointed or not, the important thing is that the fans are not 'disappointed'."

Spring is here, everything is recovering, and it's time to cut leeks once a year.