Korean Hurricane Idol

The number of words is a bit short, I have something to delay in the afternoon~

One more, please!

"He wants to make an ost debut? Solo?"

The lights in the spacious office are not turned on, and the light is dim. Only faint skylight penetrates the curtains, bringing in bits and pieces of lighting. It also reflects and renders the gloomy and majestic figure of Li Xiuman, who is facing away from the door. [

At least for Quan Baogen, at this time, because of the backlight, he could only see the outline of the figure, which made him feel a lot of pressure.

Cold sweat kept coming out of his forehead, and he didn't dare to wipe it off. He bent his waist and said in a low voice, "Yes, President!"

Then there was silence, Li Xiuman didn't speak any more, and sat quietly behind the table with his arms around his shoulders, thinking about something.The quiet atmosphere magnified the tension in Quan Baogen's heart, uneasy, nervous and regretful.

He didn't know why he was fascinated. An Junhe's bewitching made him feel that this matter might be possible, and he actually forgot Li Xiuman's tyrant-like character. It was not until now face to face that he suddenly realized that he was really reckless.

How can Li Xiuman be easily provoked? Since the establishment of the company, it has been more than ten years of ups and downs. How can any artist dare to ask him?If he gets angry with him, both I and An Junhyuk's future will be ruined, and I will never stand up in this circle.

All kinds of sad thoughts appeared in my mind, but now that I am standing here, there is nothing I can do to regret it, so Quan Baogen had no choice but to bite the bullet and hold on. At least a fight is better than giving up halfway. If you shrink back at this time, let alone others , he himself looks down on himself.

"From the day he joined the company, I have said that you are in charge of him, and whether it is good or bad depends entirely on your performance."

After waiting for a long time, Li Xiuman finally spoke, the first sentence seemed to have nothing to do with the current matter, but Quan Baogen didn't dare to interrupt, he listened attentively, his heart beating wildly, like a prisoner waiting for a verdict.

Behind the desk, Li Xiuman glanced at him, tapped his fingers lightly on the table, and continued: "...So, tell me, do you agree with his idea?"

"I..." Quan Baogen lowered his head, the sweat streaming from his forehead hurt his eyes, Li Xiuman's tone was so calm that no one could detect what kind of emotion he was in, but it was also because of this that people The pressure is also greater, because you don't know when he will explode and let you die.

After hesitating for a long time, under the increasing pressure, Quan Baogen gritted his teeth, felt ruthless, raised his head, and said dryly: "President, I also agree with his idea!"

"Oh……"

Xu Shi finally made up his mind. Although he still couldn't see Li Xiuman's joy or anger, Quan Baogen suddenly felt much more relaxed, as if he had jumped out of a cage.

He stopped talking, raised his sleeves to wipe off the sweat on his head, and his violent heartbeat slowly calmed down as he said those words, standing where he was, quietly waiting for the judgment of the person in front of him.

Is it the permission of tolerance, or the furious opposition of Thunder?

For him at this time, although he was still nervous, it was no longer important. Saying that word of support meant that his fate and An Junhe's fate were completely connected... Or in other words, as early as he was in charge of An Junhe's At that moment, their destiny was together, one prospered and the other lost. As I said before, if he still backed down at this juncture, then he himself would look down on such an unprincipled and persistent person.

The dull air in the room reverberated, and the breathing of the two could be heard so quietly. After waiting for an unknown amount of time, Li Xiuman, who had been silent behind the table, slowly stood up, pressed his fingers on the edge of the table, and followed his figure. He paced leisurely in a circle, and stopped at the corner of the table, where stood a photo frame, with an old photo sandwiched inside.

The frozen picture in the photo is a small coffee shop with a beautiful coastline in the background. Several young people stand shoulder to shoulder in front of the coffee shop, smiling brightly at the camera.

The photos have been worn yellow by the traces of the years, and the original colors cannot be seen clearly, only the smiling faces are still clear and bright, vividly on the paper. [

Fingers brushing over the photo, Li Xiuman suddenly asked, "...This is the photo we took when Hemingway first opened the business?"

It is not so much a question, but rather a soliloquy of memories. Looking at the photo, Quan Baogen suddenly felt his eyes sore. When he realized something, he nodded as if to cover up, and forced a smile: "Yes, it was in 85." , The president had just returned to China that year, and I had just graduated from university, and the environment at that time was very difficult to find a job. I ran from Jeonbuk to Incheon, and only found a job at the president’s Hemingway.”

"85 years..." Li Xiuman sighed suddenly, "...Time flies so fast, I never thought you and I have been together for nearly 20 years..."

I don’t know whether it’s the setting of the young Li Xiuman’s vigor and vigor in the photo, or the light. When he sighed, Quan Baogen suddenly discovered that the years are really turbulent. Both he and Li Xiuman have already been wrinkled, step by step towards life. Walking in the afterglow, looking back, all the past is like the yellow surface of the photo, the original color has been scraped off, and I don’t know when it will all fade away, like a thin relationship that has suddenly come to an end.

"Go down!" Li Xiuman ordered.

Quan Baogen bid farewell in a trance, turned and went out. Just before the door closed behind him, a voice that became indifferent again came from the office:

"Baogen, this is the last time!"

He tightened his grip on the doorknob slightly, although he already had a premonition, but when he heard this sentence, his heart still twitched.

His throat rolled, and he said in a harsh voice, "Thank you Brother Xiuman..."

"Crack!"

The door is closed tightly, completely separating the inside from the outside...

……

An hour later, An Junhyuk, who was waiting in Quan Baogeun's office, finally got the news he wanted. The company had agreed for him to sing OST songs for his debut. Of course, according to the agreement between the two parties, the company was only responsible for delivering his songs, and then Whether the crew chooses or not, the company will not spend a penny on public relations, so naturally it doesn't matter.In contrast, Ahn Joon Hyuk doesn't have to pay the company's event expenses—that is, 50% of the singing remuneration!

However, the last one was canceled by An Junhyuk. It is reasonable for the company to treat him with indifference. No agency likes artists who are too independent. If the company passes the decision, I am afraid that he will be refrigerated immediately and serve as a negative teaching material to warn others.

But this indifference is only temporary, as long as he can generate profits and bring income to the company, then the previous things can be forgiven——

There are no permanent enemies, only permanent interests!

Therefore, the last item is unnecessary. Anyway, he does not lack that little money. Canceling it can just show his attitude and lay the foundation for the future reconciliation between the two parties.

"Jun Hyuk, what song are you going to sing?" Quan Baogen asked.

When he came back from Li Xiuman's office, he was depressed for a while, and then he cheered up again. He also figured out that what should be done cannot be undone. When things have developed to this point, if he wants to fight for himself and An Junhyuk, he must fight with the company and society. There are always conflicts, no matter how depressed they are, they can't change the fact. If the relationship fades, it will fade away. As long as he can prove himself, then everything is easy to say. If he can't prove himself, so what if he has the president's love to take care of him?Didn't he stay in the position of room chief for a few years?