Guo Kui:...?
Wen Xiaojiu covered her mouth, breaking down in tears. "I'm sorry, I... hiccup, I accidentally ate... hiccup, I ate too much..."
Ugh, damn it! Why did this burp have to happen now of all times?!
"Alright, we can watch it later anyway." Guo Kui handed him a bottle of water. "First, tell me about your thoughts on this stage performance."
Wen Jiu took out her phone and played him a demo she had recorded that morning.
"Ms. Annie suggested I add a piano and vocal section at the beginning, to create a complete 'burp... performance'."
Wen Jiu gulped down several mouthfuls of water, barely managing to stop the hiccups. He pointed to the lyrics in the middle, "After this, I'd like to add a modern dance segment, you know, the kind that..."
Guo Kui chimed in, "It leaves you wanting more, and it sparks your imagination."
Wen Jiu nodded. "Yes, yes!"
"This young man is quite capable; his idea is excellent."
Guo Kui had previously heard Lin Changfeng ask him to take special care of someone, and thought it was just a useless acquaintance, but it turned out to be a gem.
This brilliant performer possesses an astonishingly rich stage experience; he understands perfectly well what kind of stage presentation can capture attention and hold the audience's hearts to the fullest extent.
"Is this your own song?"
"Yes." Wen Jiu plans to release it as a single to try and climb the music charts at the end of the year.
Wen Jiu spent the entire afternoon in the dance studio choreographing, rehearsing, and repeatedly revising based on the teacher's feedback.
Qu Feng visited once during this period and showed him information about several assistants.
"Although I'm only bringing you, there will inevitably be times when I can't accompany you. Your previous employer looked down on you and didn't assign you any, but this time you can choose a few."
Wen Jiu wiped her sweat with a towel, sat on a small soft mat on the floor, and looked at her tablet. "One is enough, we don't need many."
Qu Feng knew he wasn't used to people following him around, "That's fine too."
Wen Jiu's gaze lingered on a certain photo for a long time, Qu Feng, with a clear mind, asked calmly, "What's wrong?"
"This Meng Xiao..."
She is his assistant in real life.
Wen Jiu's expression froze for a moment. He turned to Qu Feng and tentatively asked, " Grammy Award... do you think I'll be able to win one in my lifetime?"
Qu Feng seemed to hesitate for a moment, then nodded and gave the answer he had given several times before, "If you want it enough, you can get it."
Wen Jiu smiled beautifully, "I think so too."
"Let's choose Meng Xiao. She's experienced and a good person."
Qu Feng nodded, took the tablet, and left. Before leaving, he couldn't help but turn back and ask Wen Jiu.
"Don't you have anything you want to ask me?"
Wen Jiu laughed and said, "Do you think you'll know the answer if I ask you?"
Qu Feng shook his head.
"That solves it, doesn't it?"
"I'm not very smart; my brain can't hold too much information. Right now, all I know is that I need to sing the first song well so I can get another stage."
After Qu Feng came out, he stood alone in front of the building window for a few seconds, and couldn't help but chuckle as he recalled Wen Jiu's words.
That clever little devil.
Over the next few days, Wen Jiu began a closed-door training regimen, shuttling between the Imperial Residence and the company. Apart from being dragged out by Qu Feng to sign two endorsement contracts and record a single, she spent the rest of her time in the practice room.
During this time, the chief director Zhang Guoliang also came to check on the situation. He came with a worried look and left with high expectations. Before getting into the car, he patted Qu Feng on the shoulder and joked that the popularity of his show this time depended on Wen Jiu.
Qu Feng initially wanted to Wen Xiaojiu was indeed amazing, so he shamelessly agreed.
On the other side, Feng Chi came out of the conference room and hurried into his office. His aura of keeping strangers at bay caused the department leaders to back away.
Xu Mingzhuo wasn't intimidated by him. He followed him in, made himself a cup of tea, and casually joked, "Why are you so angry this time? Did your wife ignore you again?"
Feng Chi sat down with a cold face and took out paper and pen.
"What's wrong with me saying a few words when the project goes wrong? You're a bunch of incompetent fools."
"Yes, yes, you still need these good-for-nothings to do your work, don't you?" Xu Mingzhuo took a slow sip. "I said it's almost lunchtime, aren't you going to bring your wife some food?"
Feng Chi paused, his face growing increasingly sour.
Yes, the dignified Chairman Feng only managed to seduce his wife on the very first day, with just the first meal.
The rest of the time, Wen Jiu was like a mushroom growing in the practice room, repeatedly honing and practicing a piece of music.
Forget to eat, forget to sleep.
No one answers the phone, and I can't see the text messages.
Feng Chi was completely helpless with Wen Xiaojiu, so he had no choice but to transform into a fairy godmother, delivering meals to his wife right on time every day and carrying her home at night.
Today is the last day of practice, Wen Xiaojiu called me right away!
They won't let him deliver food anymore???
Feng Chi's face darkened. "Even drinking water can't shut you up."
"Sigh--" Xu Mingzhuo put down his cup, about to speak, when his superior's order came down coldly.
"Tomorrow is the deadline. I want Minghua Entertainment to disappear completely."
"Are you really planning to take them all out one by one?" Xu Mingzhuo retorted. " Wen Jiu has offended at least nine out of ten powerful figures before. If you do this, you might end up seriously injured."
Feng Chi looked up at him.
Lin Shuheng is merely a pawn of capital; he doesn't have the ability to suppress Wen Jiu for so many years.
As for those behind the scenes, Feng Chi will not let any of them go.
Xu Mingzhuo raised his hands in surrender. "Alright, we're already closing in, don't rush."
Alas, the working class's soul is bound to the working class; the working class is the lowest of the low.
Xu Mingzhuo left the house full of resentment, and was about to slam the door as a symbolic protest when he heard his boss's words.
I'll leave Cai Qing with you for the next few days.
With a soft click, Xu Mingzhuo's voice, tinged with amusement, came from outside the door, "Okay!"
Working overtime alone is too lonely, but working overtime with a group of people is a bit too much.
Well, two people are just right.
Feng Chi sat quietly for a while, not daring to disturb Wen Jiu, and could only secretly stir up trouble in the CP super topic.
Fans have been crying and begging online for Wen Jiu to appear after not seeing their idol make any public appearances for several days.
The Perpetual Motion Machines in the supertopic are also eagerly awaiting some sweet moments.
[I'm so hungry, Tangtang, where is my Lasting CP?]
[The director's episode of the variety show has already been edited and released, but my wife still hasn't appeared [crying] What is my wife doing?]
[I don't care, the guy has definitely been having sex in bed these past few days, and his wife is definitely trying to conceive.]
"No, not at all," one of the main parties thought resentfully. "It hasn't happened in the last few days."
Considering that Wen Jiu needed to practice dancing, Feng Chi hadn't eaten meat for several days.
Now, whenever he sees Wen Jiu, he's like a starving wolf seeing a plump, tender rabbit—he can't wait to pounce on her.
Fearing a potential conflict at night, Feng Chi rarely tolerated Kumamon occupying a place on the bed.
Feng Chi, still furious, replied to this Perpetual Motion Machines.
Feng Chi: [None.]
The CP fans, weakened and powerless due to a chronic sugar deficiency: [!!!]
I felt energized instantly!
[Holy crap! It's President Feng?!]
[Aaaaaaah, I'm going crazy! I can't believe I actually got a reply from the person in question! Holy crap!]
[ President Feng, why isn't it happening yet?? Mom won't allow this to happen! Sisters, let's team up and send our sons to our sons-in-law's beds tonight! I want to see my wife showing her pregnancy tomorrow!!!]
Feng Chi: [ A-Jiu is practicing singing and dancing, she can't take care of me right now]
[Hahaha, this is hilarious! Poor President Feng, his resentment is practically seeping through the screen!]
[It looks like a puppy begging a cat for a head pat, but cats are masters of playing hard to get. President Feng carry the cat home!]
[The comment above is great! You have to be assertive when dealing with a wife who's a little tsundere!]
Feng Chi: [Okay, I'll try it when I get back tonight.]
fan:!!!!!!
What the hell is this development???
#Feng President Feng CP fans#
Feng Chi #
Different places, same network --
Wen Jiu v: # Blazing Stage #
Thank you " The Blazing Stage "! A new beginning, get ready to embrace new challenges! Go for it! Qu Guanghuai! /// The Blazing Stage Official Weibo: 2024, ignite this Guan Qingqing! # Blazing Stage # Wen Jiu Xu Ran Fang Xin Zhu Qing Hou Tian @QuGuanghuai
Wen Jiu replied to Feng Chi: [What's wrong with you now???]
One official announcement, one reply, and the entire internet is screaming and buzzing!