After the flash marriage, the richest man's husband hugged me and didn't let go

Chapter 15 015: Divestment

"Yes, this show is fully sponsored by the Rong Group." Director Fang nodded with a smile, while observing her expression, he asked with anticipation: "Mr. Su, what do you think of this show? Are you interested in taking over?"

"So, can I think that the Rong Group, as an investor, is the real reason why you invited me to be the host of this show?"

Fang Zhiheng sneered when he heard the words, raised his hand and scratched his head a little embarrassedly, and said frankly: "Mr. Su is so frank, we won't go around the corner."

"Actually, part of the reason for you to take over this show is indeed the intention of the leaders above, but we are reluctant to say this reason, and we also feel that with Teacher Su's professional level, we are fully qualified for this show."

The prep room fell into silence again, Fang Zhiheng took a serious look at her expression, and after seeing no emotion, he smiled and said, "Mr. Su, we really believe in your professional level. Totally manageable."

"When will this show start recording?" Su Yang asked softly after being silent for a while.

"Recording will officially start at the end of this month, and the premiere will begin in the middle of next month."

Su Yang nodded: "That Fang Daorong let me think about it."

"That is, that is, it's just... the recording is imminent, and I have to trouble Teacher Su..."

"Don't worry, Director Fang, I will give you an answer as soon as possible."

Fang Zhiheng nodded with a smile, and got up from the sofa: "Okay, then I'll wait for the good news from Teacher Su. I'm going to say goodbye if I'm disturbed today."

"Director Fang, walk slowly."

Su Yang got up to say goodbye, returned to the sofa, leaned her head back on the sofa tiredly, and let out a long sigh of relief.

"Sister Yang, Sister Yang, do you want to accept this variety show?" After seeing Fang Zhiheng away, Zhuang Jia trotted back, sat cross-legged beside her, and held up the plan on the table: "The Advent of Idols, The name looks so good."

Su Yang glanced at her lightly, and his eyes swept over the planning documents in her hand, but did not answer.

She has been a news anchor for so long, and she never thought that she would enter the entertainment industry one day.

but……

Fang Zhiheng's words are also good, you can't stay in your comfort zone all the time, you have to try everything.

"Sister Yang, have you heard of it?"

"Ok?"

Seeing her mysterious appearance, Su Yang responded lightly.

"Yesterday afternoon, Director Li's two new programs were withdrawn from funding, especially the third season of "Happy Challenge", which was ready to be recorded in two days, but the investors withdrew their funds, which led to the delay of the filming of this program. ." Zhuang Jiao said cautiously, his eyes constantly observing her mood changes.

"Withdrawal?" Su Yang straightened up, surprised again.

Although Li Chengnian's character is not very good, he is a gentle scum with a face and a beastly heart. He puts his interests first in everything, but as a director, his strength is indescribable. He has led many variety show trends. As long as it comes from his hands, the show will become popular. There are countless artists who want to appear on his show, and even the capitalists who want to invest in his show are scrambling.

Therefore, it was the first time she heard about the divestment in so many years.

"It's the capital withdrawn by Rong Yun's."

Su Yang raised his head, and there was a trace of turbulence in the bottom of his calm eyes. It was not uncommon to see Rong Yun's presence among many investors in the variety shows of Imperial Capital TV.

The Rong Yun clan, with its huge industrial chain, as the leading leader in the industry, it is not too much to call it the king of the imperial capital.

"Only two programs have been withdrawn?"

Zhuang Hao shook his head: "No, all the programs in Director Li's hands, as long as Rong Yun's investment was involved, they were all withdrawn, and in the entire TV station, only he was withdrawn."

Su Yang raised his hand to cover his lips and thought for a moment. Li Chengnian has a lot of shows, and they are all popular variety shows. Among them, the profits are very considerable. At this time, withdrawing funds is not a wise choice, and there is a risk of losing money.

When the evening news started, Su Yang did not really solve this doubt.

At ten o'clock, when the last news column was over, Su Yang walked out of the studio, had a brief conversation with the director about the handover from tomorrow's vacation, and went to the locker room to change back to his original clothes.

"Sister Yang, your bag and mobile phone." Zhuang Hao greeted her with a smile while carrying her bag.

"Thank you, you've worked hard, you should get off work early too!" Su Yang showed a faint smile and took over the bag and mobile phone.

"...Okay, by the way, Sister Yang, during the live broadcast just now, there was a call from your cell phone." Seeing that Su Yang was about to leave, Zhuang Jia suddenly remembered and said in time.

"Who hit it?"

"No remarks. I answered the call for you. The other party... seems to be your husband... President Rong."

Su Yang was stunned for a moment. She took out her cell phone from her bag and looked at the call log. Although she had only made two or three calls to that number, she still remembered it vividly. It was indeed Rong Zhan's call, that's right.

"What did he say?"

"At that time, when you said you were broadcasting live, he asked what time it was over, I said ten o'clock, and then...he hung up the phone."

Zhuang Jia shook his head, thinking of the nice but indifferent male voice on the phone, his scalp felt numb, and what she wanted to say at that time was 'it will end at ten o'clock', but she just said It's '[-] o'clock' and the phone has been hung up.

Su Yang nodded lightly and left the studio without saying anything.

In the night of the imperial capital with dim lights and flowers, the silver moon on the cyan curtain is a little desolate.

Back at the Rongge Mansion, Su Yang parked his car, walked through the quiet mahogany corridor, walked into the main door, and changed his shoes.

In the dining room, soft warm lights slanted down, illuminating the man's angular, deep silhouette.

"Madam, you're back." Sister Luo, who had just brought out the soup from the kitchen, saw her with a smile, and hurriedly greeted her with a smile and nod.

"Yeah." Su Yang replied lightly, put the bag on the side cabinet, walked over with the phone, bumped into the dark eyes, and his heart moved slightly: "Why do you have dinner so late?"

"Just got back." Rong Zhan put down the tablet in his hand and sat down opposite her with his eyes closely following her, mixed with obvious arrogance: "I called you."

"Well, my assistant Zhuang Hao told me."

Su Yang responded lightly, wiped his hands with the wet tissue that Sister Luo handed over, picked up his chopsticks and tasted the dish.

"Know that you won't call back?" Rong Zhan frowned, his tone rather displeased.

"What's the matter with me?"

"Can't I call you if it's okay?"

Su Yang stopped eating and raised his eyelids: "Mr. Rong, are you making trouble with me unreasonably?"

Rong Zhan sneered. Before he could speak, he heard her say again, "By the way, you know the talk show "Idol Arrival", right? The project your company invested in."

"Well, I tried it myself." He looked sullen and said coldly, "Are you interested?"

(End of this chapter)