Director Luo’s real name is Luo Shaochen and his nickname is Luo Shaochen.

Legend has it that he has a close relative relationship with Luo Dingou, the richest man in the city, for three generations, but it has never been confirmed. Even so, his own strength cannot be ignored. He is definitely the best among the best. No matter what the future development of the singer he discovered, at least the records he made are absolutely popular, and it is not an exaggeration to be the godfather of music, even though he is only in his early thirties.

Zhang Fuxun arranged Zhang Zhi under his command, and his cultivation intention was obvious.

However, the two parties involved did not appreciate his good intentions.

Luo Shaochen neither flattered or deliberately suppressed the prince. He treated the deputy director as much as he should, but he did not assign work to him.

Zhang Zhi doesn't care. He goes whenever he wants to go during a meeting, and doesn't go when he doesn't want to go. He goes when he wants to go when he wants to go when he wants to go, and he goes when he doesn't want to go when he wants to go to bed. In short, he completely thinks that ef is his own home.

The employees who spoke at the meeting were afraid that they would speak too loudly and would wake up the prince's voices, and their voices would be smaller than the other.

Bang.

Luo Shaochen suddenly threw the folder heavily on the desktop.

Zhang Zhi opened his eyes lazily and glanced at him lightly.

Luo Shaochen said to the employee who was speaking just now: "Do you need me to give you a microphone?"

The man was so aggrieved that he looked at Zhang Zhi secretly and found that he closed his eyes again. He had to defend himself: "I didn't sleep well last night and I had a little throat."

Luo Shaochen said: "Is one month of vacation enough?"

The man's face, which had been slowly turning red, suddenly turned purple and red.

Luo Shaochen glanced sharply across everyone's faces, then stood up and said, "Second meeting."

Watching him walk out of the conference room, except for Zhang Zhi, everyone in the audience was released from prison. However, they didn't dare to do too much, so they could only go out in a color.

After a slight chaotic situation, the conference room returned to calm.

Zhang Zhi opened his eyes, but found that the secretary was sitting beside him, boredly tiring his fingers.

"You won't leave?"

The secretary stood up and handed him the folder respectfully and said, "This is the company's plan for the second half of the year."

Zhang Zhi took it casually, flipped it over, and then prepared to throw it back to her.

The secretary had long been used to his attitude towards him. He was about to reach out to pick him up, but he suddenly shrank his hand.

Zhang Zhi opened the plan again, and his originally lazy eyes instantly shone with shiny light. Although his eyes were not looking at her, the secretary couldn't help but be stung.

"New album... Qiao Yihang?" Zhang Zhi's voice was filled with excitement.

When the secretary thought of his age, he immediately said relieved: "Do you like Qiao Yihang too?" Although he looked cold and difficult to get close to, he was still a child who liked to chase stars in his heart.

"Like it?" Zhang Zhi's tone was a bit strange.

The secretary said blankly: "What did I say wrong?"

Zhang Zhi narrowed his eyes into a line, quickly put the folders together, stood up and said, "Go and say to Luo Shaochen that I will plan this album."

It had been half an hour since Luo Shaochen received the news. During this half hour, his assistant kept instilling in him the idea that Zhang Zhi was preparing to seize power and take over. Originally, ef record company had only a record director, but no deputy director. Now a prince was airborne, and no matter how he looked, it seemed like he was participating in the reserve service.

The assistant spoke dryly and drank the water and was about to continue, but saw Luo Shaochen still looking at the computer expressionlessly, and couldn't help saying, "Mr. Luo, do you have no idea at all?"

Luo Shaochen's eyes swept from behind the lenses, and then said lightly: "You are very noisy."

The assistant almost burst into tears, "Are you just watching the hard-working country that he has usurped the throne?"

Luo Shaochen said: "I didn't create ef record."

The assistant was almost jumping at his big nerves, "But you have your share in laying the foundation."

"Do you know?" Luo Shaochen reached out his hand, picked up the coffee on the table and poked it slowly.

"What do you know?" the assistant asked eagerly.

"You're very much like a supporting role in a TV series that sows discord."

The assistant's face turned dark and charcoal.

Luo Shaochen said: "It's a pity that my IQ is relatively high."

The assistant said: "Can't you say something nice?"

Luo Shaochen shook his head and said, "No."

The assistant said angrily: "I want to resign!"

"You have been in my drawer for seventeen resignation letters before, so you don't have to write them anymore, just leave."

"Do you really have no nostalgia for me?" The assistant widened his eyes in grief.

Luo Shaochen took another sip of coffee, "You ask Chen Shenyuan and Liu Tang to meet."

As soon as he talked about his serious business, the assistant's expression immediately recovered, "Are you going to let Liu Tang tailor lyrics and music for him?"

"Um."

"What about Qiao Yihang?"

Luo Shaochen said: "Leave it to Zhang Zhi."

The assistant said dumbfounded: "But he can't do anything."

Luo Shaochen said calmly: "What does it have to do with me?"

The assistant looked at him steadily for ten seconds, then the corner of his mouth slowly curled up, and he smiled wickedly: "You are so necrotic."

Luo Shaochen pushed his glasses and said, "It's best to remind me before you make this expression in the future."

"What are you doing?"

Luo Shaochen opened the drawer and took out a pair of sunglasses and said, "I want to change my glasses."

“…”

Qiao Yihang was tortured by a picky civilian advertising photographer yesterday for a day of facial symmetry and asymmetry. He finally had time to have free time today and wanted to have a good sleep, but he was dug up by Xiao Zhou early in the morning.

Fortunately, the nanny's car was spacious, and he lay inside and slept for a while, and finally got a little more energy.

The car slowly drove into the underground parking lot, and the light on both sides of the car window suddenly dimmed.

He sat up, picked up the mineral water and took two big gulps before he let out his air: "Where are we going?"

Xiao Zhou answered without looking back while driving: "ef."

"Have you chosen the song?" Qiao Yihang swirled the mineral water bottle cap.

"Say it's a recording."

"…Ah?" Qiao Yihang grabbed the mineral water bottle and paused slightly, then used it to hit the back of the driver's seat heavily. "I haven't even seen the music score or lyrics, what to record? Did Dorami Fass?"

Xiao Zhou stepped on the brakes suddenly.

Qiao Yihang accidentally hit the back of her forehead, "What are you doing?"

Xiao Zhou turned around and his face looked particularly gloomy under the dark light around him. She asked slowly: "You said, what would they ask you for the recording?"

Qiao Yihang said angrily: "Do you have to speak with this expression?"

"What expression?" Xiao Zhou blinked.

"It seems that I have just passed away not long ago, and I am going to find someone to practice ghosts."

“…”

Anyway, I have already arrived at the parking lot. No matter what the reason is, I will take a look.

The two parked their cars and walked upstairs.

Xiao Zhou walked and chatted: "I heard that there is a new deputy music director in ef company, who is the prince of Zhang. He is the one who will be responsible for your song this time."

Qiao Yihang has always had little understanding of these senior officials' affairs, so he didn't care after hearing this.

"Speaking of it," Xiao Zhou said suddenly, "Warhun Wuji seems to have the surname Zhang."

Qiao Yihang paused.

Xiao Zhou looked back at him, "What's wrong?"

The text message working in a record company suddenly came to my mind. Qiao Yihang hesitated for a while, then shook his head and said, "It's not so coincidental."

"You don't think that he is the deputy director of ef record, right? How could it be?" Xiao Zhou said with a smile, and turned his head, and his smile immediately became shocked.

At the end of the spacious and bright corridor, a familiar figure was walking slowly over with his hands in his pants pockets.

His handsome facial features and arrogant expressions are just like the impression he left a few days ago.

Xiao Zhou screamed in a low voice, turned around and prepared to find a place to hide.

"Calm down." Qiao Yihang patted her shoulder, "You are a fan who came here with me to visit. What's there to panic?"

Xiao Zhou wrinkled a bitter face and looked at him, "Then I'm too gloomy."

"The ghost is gone?" Qiao Yihang curled the corner of his mouth helplessly, "It's appropriate."

Zhang Zhi walked closer and looked unpredictable, "What a coincidence."

Qiao Yihang replied calmly: "I met her outside the company, so I took her in to visit."
To be continued...