Rebirth: How a Loser Became a Prince Charming

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The person in charge looked at the producers in a house and waved the ballots that broke the rules of the game, but the pain in my heart did not know who to tell.

The organizers of a conference have inextricable relationships with all parties.

The self who appeared in the coordination relationship between the people said that the chief commander was good, and that the unpleasant point was a small shrimp, which was a puppet for the operators behind the scenes.

The person in charge can already imagine how much storm will be brought to this industry after this Silver Eagle Award, and how much black history will be filled in his resume?

Maybe it's time to take this opportunity to quiet down and see if there is any other job suitable for you.

When everyone was quarreling with each other, the fourth assistant in the field studio hurriedly knocked on the door outside the meeting room.

Because the sound in the house was too noisy, no one noticed the crazy knock on the door. Only the side watching the smoke filled the atmosphere, the assistant responsible for tea pouring water heard a faint voice.

He bypassed the huddled crowd and went to the door of the meeting room to open the door.

Assistant No. 4 wiped the sweat out of his anxiety and rushed in, and when he entered the room, he was stunned by the pattern of the vegetable market inside.

The assistant who opened the door next to him kindly reminded him: "Now our heads are about to be torn off. The situation on the court is not good. If things on your side are not urgent, I advise you to take care of it yourself. "

As soon as the No. 4 assistant heard this, the spiciness of the Hunan people rushed up: "What is it! The quarrels here are cultural people, I think the quality is very good, you did not go to our reception room No. 4 Oh, the whole martial arts will be staged soon."

Assistant No. 4's lovely hometown dialect and huge voice, a roar quieted the chaotic meeting room.

Assistant No. 4 didn't feel embarrassed about interrupting their dispute.

This group of people should really go outside to see if it wasn't for him to run fast, he would be beaten for a while and his brain wouldn't be seen.

The person in charge covered his face helplessly. This Li Tian, ​​it was not him who didn't add anything to him every day. The fourth assistant named Li Tian knew what he was thinking when he looked at the expression of his leader.

Li Tian specially aggrieved and said to the person in charge: "Boss, this time it was not me looking for something. What did you give to break the rules of the meeting? The reporters at the venue No. 4 all fought. Our A few people are all painted, wow!"

When the person in charge heard Li Tian's words, he felt the seriousness of it. He hurriedly walked out of the door with the pace of the two assistants. The producers around him saw that he was going. he.

Several hands stretched out to block: "Ah, don't go, let us deal with it first!"

"That's it! Old Yang is no longer just!"

The person in charge, named Lao Yang, smiled bitterly, and ran out of a few people's block, and rushed out under the cover of two assistants.

The door of the meeting room was closed with "Bang", and the producers who all small stars should look up to looked at each other.

In fact, they knew what was happening in their hearts. No matter how bad the trouble was in Lao Yang, there was nothing to make up for, just to find a scapegoat to vent.

The person in charge who walked out of the meeting room did not loosen his tense mind. In the long narrow corridor, he walked toward the No. 4 field and asked about Li Tian's situation.

After the responsible person figured out the reason, he had already stood outside the No. 4 field, but hesitated. This was again a cost-related rule, or a job he could not decide.

Compared with the large-tonnage staff in the office just now, the small shrimp in position four is too simple for him to deal with.

The person in charge stepped into the venue, and without taking care of the messy scenes under the stage, he picked up the total microphone in the venue and compared it to the sound with an opening gesture, ‘trial sound! Audio test! ’

The loud sound of the audition was echoed in the big venue. The person in charge saw the sound turned on and simply spoke out: "The media friends who are here for the Silver Eagle Award, I welcome here."

"I am one of the principals of this festival, Yang Guang. I think the organizing committee for the media's admission eligibility notice has been issued in writing."

"I don't know if you have any questions? Need to be so excited? Even to the point of getting started?"

The reporters from all walks of life looked at each other and took the lead from their big brother Xinhua News Agency: "Hello! I would like to ask what is the media entrance fee? 700 yuan per person per day, 4 days What does it mean that a total of 2800 yuan?"

"We have done this business and only heard about sponsorship fees, pen-writing fees, carriage fees, and have never heard of asking us to come and ask us to pay us! Is this art festival organizing committee poor and crazy?"

"Study the set of the trade fair, but also put away the tickets? You have to figure out! We are media people! Not fans who can be fooled by you casually!"

A group of reporters were said to have high fighting spirit, but the words of the person in charge were poured down like cold water.

"Those who cannot afford to pay may not participate. This Silver Eagle Festival is such a rule, but I advise you to go among them and discuss with your leaders first."

After the person in charge dropped this sentence, he didn't say much and hurriedly stepped down.

With so many things, the selection of the art festival is about to begin. Where else is the time spent here?

Until Lao Yang left the No. 4 field, it was quiet inside. It wasn't until the figure of the organizing committee disappeared that there was a buzzing discussion in the field again.

"What should we do? Can't we withdraw? Will we still participate?"

"Withdraw? If everyone withdraws and says, how many of those over there seem to be withdrawn?"

"You people in our circle are still unclear? I hope the news is a few people to grab, it is only exclusive reports to be enjoyable."

"Yeah, my heart is not in my heart, and everything is in vain."

Several journalists who had filled their positions with indignation and anger were also retired.

The voice of the phone rang again and again in the venue: "The editor-in-chief and I report things to you.... Charges... Okay."

Only by applying for funds can you join the club in a down-to-earth manner, otherwise it would be too bad if you paid for it yourself.

The disturbances behind the art festival did not cause a little trouble to the bright stars at the front desk. The makeup artist who was temporarily invited by Wang Jingcao to come to the service service service service service service was giving Qin Guan an exaggerated praise. The last make-up before he went out.

In this rainy, cold and gloomy autumn, only to see such a pleasing handsome guy can add a little warmth to my heart. (To be continued.)