Superstars of Tomorrow

No wonder the top management has not spoken up until now, it turns out they are waiting for the biggest boss.

"Duan...Duan Dong?" Ya'erlin's voice trembled even more, "Didn't she go to Huangzhou?"

"How do I know?!" Du Ang didn't know what to do now. They expected that the company would not be able to handle it lightly this time, but the development of the situation was a bit out of their imagination.

"The people from Tianma must have sued!" Yaerlin said his guess.

"Whether it is or not, get ready now, I will contact Fang Zhao, let's go to the top floor together."

On the 50th floor, Fang Zhao looked at the trend on the Internet, and was a little surprised when he received Du Ang's notice. He didn't expect that the biggest boss would be blown up this time.

After getting up and tidying up some wrinkled clothes, Fang Zhao said to the others: "You guys rest here first, I'll go up to the meeting."

"Which floor do you go to for the meeting?" Zu Wen asked.

"The meeting room on the top floor."

"The top floor?!" Zu Wen stood up from his seat in shock, "Brother, I have a suggestion for you. When you meet the big boss, you must remember the six words 'Don't talk nonsense, tell the truth'."

The current boss of Silver Wing is Duan Qianji, the granddaughter of Duan Yizhi, the founder of Silver Wing, who is now in her seventies. It is said that when Duan Yizhi was still alive, Duan Qianji, who was still young, followed her. Duan Yizhi was active on the screen, and after Duan Yizhi passed away, Duan Qianji took over Silver Wing.

Fang Zhao recalled the information he checked. After all, the information on the Internet is limited, and there are traces of artificial modification. Fang Zhao has never seen what the real Duan Qianji is like, so he doesn't know. From the reaction, I guessed that the boss has a bad temper, and he is not the kind of person who always smiles.

The elevators for ordinary employees couldn't reach the top floor. Fang Zhao followed Du Ang and the others to another elevator. The higher they went, the more Fang Zhao could feel Du Ang's nervousness.

At first, Du Ang could tell Fang Zhao a few words, but later he stopped talking, as if his whole body was stiff, and the air pressure around him seemed to drop a lot.

The elevator door opened, and there was a five-meter-wide passage in front of it. The surrounding walls were glowing with an indifferent metallic luster, and the sunlight coming in from the window could not dispel this invisible chill.

After verifying their identity, a young man with no expression raised his hand forward, indicating that they can pass. Fang Zhao noticed that the man's gaze lingered on him for a few more seconds.

When entering the meeting room, the whispered voices in it fell silent at the same time, and more than twenty pairs of eyes all looked over. Everyone sitting here is at the level above the manager. Small managers like Du Ang and the others usually He is not qualified to come to the meeting.

The scrutinizing and scrutinizing eyes seemed to be pressed by an invisible big hand. Du Ang and the three of them smiled stiffly, and they seemed to be able to hear their own beating heartbeat in their ears.

After receiving a signal from his immediate superior, Du Ang walked to the last four positions. Their positions were the lowest and they could only sit at the end.

The conference table is in an inverted V shape, and the seat at the front belongs to the big boss, but it is vacant now. Besides that, there is another empty seat next to the big boss, and I don't know who it is for.

Fang Zhao didn't feel nervous, he was just looking at the meeting room and guessing what the big boss would think. If the big boss is dissatisfied with them, he will not compromise, at worst, leave, and poach the entire project team by the way. I believe that many companies are now willing to accept them.

Not a minute after sitting down, and before other curious executives could ask questions, the door of the conference room opened again, and the conference room, which had been a little noisy just because of the arrival of the four of Fang Zhao, became quiet again, so quiet that you could hear your breathing clear. This was not a curious pause when Fang Zhao and the others arrived, but a serious and heavy pause.

Fang Zhao saw an unsmiling woman striding in, probably because people's life expectancy in the new century is prolonged. Although Duan Qianji is already in her seventies and almost eighty, she looks about the same as before the end of the world, with some wrinkles at the corners of her eyes. Quite energetic, the momentum of the superior is very strong.

Behind Duan Qianji, there were four people, two secretaries and two assistants. They didn't have much expression on their faces, but they were a little softer and less serious than Duan Qianji.

An old man came in with Duan Qianji, and after Duan Qianji took the first seat, the old man sat down in another empty seat.

Fang Zhao glanced at it, and there was a sign of a horse with wings on the old man's chest. The people of the unconstrained studio.

"Who is Fang Zhao?" Without any other irrelevant words, Duan Qianji asked directly after sitting down.

With his head down, Du Ang patted Fang Zhao with his hand under the table, signaling him to stand up and speak. The other hand wiped the cold sweat from the forehead without any trace, and heaved a sigh of relief in his heart. Since Fang Zhao was the one who asked first, are you not so angry at their presumptuous behavior?

"I am." Fang Zhao stood up.

Nourishing——

Fang Zhao's position was separated from the original V-shaped table, and moved to the empty space in the middle of the table, approaching the first place.

During this process, Duan Qianji has been observing Fang Zhao's reaction. If other newcomers come to the top floor for the first time for a meeting, any movement may cause a deeper sense of tension, but Fang Zhao is not. Not only is he not nervous, but rather novel He glanced at this change carefully. The sight around him didn't bother him at all.

This is no ordinary newcomer, and he is not as calm as a person of this age.

"You created "Heaven's Punishment"?" Duan Qianji kept looking at Fang Zhao when he asked.

"Yes. My own original." Fang Zhao said, not avoiding Duan Qianji's scrutinizing eyes.

Not aware of any trace of lying, the coldness on Duan Qianji's face eased slightly, "In your plan, how many movements are left in "A Hundred Years of Destruction"?"

"There are three more."

There was a sound of breathing around, and they all had the same reaction as when Du Ang just heard it. The old man from Tianma Studio next to Duan Qianji wanted to say something, Duan Qianji raised his hand, but he stopped again, but his eyes were anxious .

"Has the movement been produced yet?" Duan Qianji asked.

"No. No money."

There was another sound of breathing around.

The heads of the three of Du Ang lowered even lower.

Asking for money directly in front of the big boss, boy, you have the guts!

Duan Qianji was silent for two seconds, and a smile rarely flashed in his eyes.

"50 million, the production of the second movement and MV, I want to see the finished product before November."

"Can."

Thinking of something, Duan Qianji asked again, "Who was the eye model when making the MV?"

"I."

"Advisory group?"

"Myself."

The people around looked at Fang Zhao as if they were looking at a monster. The manager in charge of film and television moved his eyes and lowered his eyelids, not knowing what he was thinking.

Duan Qianji was silent for a little longer this time, "From now on, you are the manager of the virtual project department and the producer of the Aurora project team. You can decide on personnel transfers yourself. Regarding the rewards of the Aurora project team, Zhu Zhen will talk to you after the meeting. You contact."

An assistant behind Duan Qianji stepped forward and smiled at Fang Zhao.

"The company gives preferential treatment to talents." As if to stabilize Fang Zhao's mood, Duan Qianji saw that Fang Zhao seemed to be still thinking about something seriously, so he asked, "Any questions?"

"There is still one."

"explain."

"Can I bring my dog ​​to work?"

"..."

It's Christmas, but I still wish all book lovers who are looking for an excuse to hang out have a happy holiday. In addition, I wish the students who take the postgraduate entrance examination all the best and do their best.