The speaker was a man in his forties. He was not tall—in fact, he could even be called short.
His skin was somewhat dark, and he had deliberately used high-grade foundation to cover up his greasy appearance. Even his way of speaking had the air of an overbearing CEO.
His face was highly recognizable, and many people knew him. Even Jiang Siming recognized him at a glance.
Wasn't this Brother Xiao Ming, the ancestor of greasy television dramas and overbearing CEOs?
When Jiang Siming arrived, Xiao Ming and everyone in the recording studio noticed him.
"Chairman." The person in charge stopped rambling with Xiao Ming.
Xiao Ming also looked somewhat awkward. Forcing out a smile, he said to Jiang Siming, "Chairman Jiang, I've long admired your reputation."
Jiang Siming walked over and asked expressionlessly, "I could hear you chattering from far away. Is something wrong?"
Jiang Siming's tone made it sound as though he were talking to a child. Xiao Ming felt slightly displeased, but knowing he absolutely could not afford to offend the other man, he could only endure it.
"It's like this, President Jiang. I came to the recording studio to record and promote the theme song for my new movie. Time is tight, so I wanted to borrow a recording room. I'm doing this entirely for the company."
Jiang Siming asked strangely, "There are so many recording rooms in the company. They're all occupied?"
The person in charge hurriedly explained, "That's right. The two best recording rooms are occupied. Brother Xiao Ming wanted to use those two."
"Did they cut in line when they arrived?" Jiang Siming pointed toward Lin Yun'er and Ishihara Satomi.
The person in charge shook his head. "No. Both of them came in normally. I originally wanted to make an exception for them,