Inside the conference room, Jiang Siming sat across from the director.
The director was a woman in her fifties. She wore glasses and looked very refined. As soon as she arrived, she exchanged a few pleasantries with Jiang Siming and chatted about Reba's recent situation.
As Reba's teacher at the Beijing Film Academy, she had always been very optimistic about Reba's future career in show business.
But she never expected Reba to leave the entertainment industry and become the wife of the richest man in the country.
Fortunately, Reba had made that choice. Otherwise, she really wouldn't have been able to invite President Jiang, such a formidable figure, here today.
When the director saw Dongfang Weixi sitting beside Jiang Siming, she hesitated and said softly, "President Jiang, this Spring Festival Gala is absolutely confidential. Outsiders aren't allowed—"
"Don't worry. She isn't an outsider, and she definitely won't leak anything. If you're still worried, I can have her family call you?"
Dongfang Weixi cooperated by nodding obediently at the director. "Auntie, I can have my grandfather call you."
Fortunately, the director chose to trust Jiang Siming. Otherwise, she probably wouldn't have been able to sleep for the next few days after taking that call.
"Alright, then I'm reassured. There's no need for the call. Here's the situation: for this year's Spring Festival Gala, we'd like to invite President Jiang to sing a song, preferably a new one."
Jiang Siming wasn't surprised. He had expected this. He nodded calmly and said, "Sure. Are there any requirements for the new song?"
"Preferably something positive and uplifting. Also, since children nowadays only love playing on their phones and surfing the internet, could the song convey the message that everyone should put down their phones and go outside more often?" the director asked apologetically.
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