Gossip King

"It's just a little doggie. I really think of myself as a human being. How many people are deployed to support?! What kind of bird do you think you are?!" Mr. Lin said harshly, leaving no room for it.

He may not really think that Gao Leng is blaming him.

After taking down Huang Cong’s live broadcast rights, he was startled in a cold sweat as soon as these words came out of Gao Leng’s mouth. The momentum of this young generation was too ferocious, which made him regretful. Why did he suppress Gao Leng in the first place? If you don't suppress and maintain good relations, the high-coldness is also credited to his good leadership.

But right now, Liangzi has already knotted.

Fire and water are incompatible.

However, right now it happened to be an opportunity to crush the cold, and Mr. Lin was a thief between his eyebrows.

He is a reporter, why does Xingsheng sign Huang Cong's live broadcast rights? Besides, the official seal is still in his hands, and now it is a verbal agreement. There will definitely be liquidated damages for this kind of live broadcast, and it will not be a minority. He Gao Leng has no right to promise such a big case on behalf of Xingsheng.

As long as it is messed up, this is the case that Gao Leng personally signed for Xingsheng's senior management. Not only does it have nothing to do with Xingsheng, it will directly crush Gao Leng. An ordinary person, who can afford the liquidated damages for Huang Cong's birthday party?

Think about it, you know, the penalty is at least ten million.

Fight with me? Boy, now that Mr. Lu is not here, labor and management will let you know, what makes me eat more salt than you drink! President Lin thought.

"You, stop shooting immediately, and immediately report back to the magazine. Although Mr. Lu has instructed that your personal Weibo content does not need to be reviewed, let alone such a major case, you have no right to contact. The key is that you have just graduated. Can you understand the little boy? Will you read the contract?" After some calculations, President Lin opened his mouth sarcastically.

"President Lin, I have already negotiated with Huang Cong, and I have also won the live broadcast of Huang Cong's birthday dinner. If you are worried, I can ask Huang Cong to talk to you directly." Gao Leng's voice suppressed something. Emotion, but still explained methodically.

"Gao Leng, don't you understand what I mean? You are a puppy, what right do you have to discuss cooperation with Huang Cong? What level are you?! Do you have the official seal of Xingsheng? Do you have the right to sign the contract? Want me to support it? Let me tell you that it is not the case that I personally won by labor and management, and labor and management will not come forward." Mr. Lin directly showed his card.

Such a big case is definitely not just posting on Weibo, video interviews, print media column interviews, and advertising contacts are one-stop. If Mr. Lu is not there, he doesn't support it. Even if Gao Leng and Huang Cong are in a good talk, the live broadcast will not go on.

Failure to proceed is a breach of contract, and the breach of contract will result in liquidated damages. Xing Sheng's official seal was not covered, and Gao Leng paid the penalty for this liquidated damage alone.

Now Gao Leng is going to continue to shoot, and he can't keep up with it. If this thing is not done well, it is a breach of contract. If you don't shoot, you will not be able to go up or down.

"Mr. Lin, what you mean is that no matter what, no team will be sent to support, is that right?" The cold voice was cold.

"Gao Leng, don't play yin with me, even if you record the dialogue, I am not afraid. I am the boss of Xingsheng, I have the right to check such a major case, and the company's official seal is clearly written in the regulations. Only at the general manager level or above can you have the right to use the official seal. Your case is too big, and I can’t pick you up without knowing it. Boy, you are too self-confident, and Mr. Lu is not there. What the **** are you a bird?"

High cold, silent.

It seems that, let alone hope that he will send someone to support him, it seems that even Xingsheng’s paper media resources, official Weibo, and official website will not follow up and report. Lin is using Xingsheng magazine’s interests. In exchange for the stability of his position.

Huang Cong's birthday live broadcast is not just a report on Gao Leng's personal Weibo. Weibo is after all an introduction. The disk is small and the whole process is equivalent to a preview.

But what follows is large-scale reports in magazines, newspapers, and videos.

Both magazines and newspapers are owned by Xingsheng. The first video is published on Xingsheng's official website, and TV stations and other paper media will forward it one after another. This report is very large.

Not to mention, every step forward, the advertising department must follow up. This is a great opportunity for Xingsheng to make a profit. Properly operated, the transaction volume breaks 50 million, which is a day or two.

After all, in addition to the rare birthday party exposure of big guys, there will be exclusive interviews with more than a dozen big guys, including famous artists and leading corporate bosses who have not been out for a long time.

It takes a big scene to talk about these exclusive interviews. After all, Huang Cong only gave the live broadcast rights, but he didn't promise or could promise exclusive interviews with other people.

To make people willing to accept the interview, there are still operations in the middle.

The ambition of the operation has already been rolled out in Gao Leng's heart. As long as Lin cooperates, this will be the highest monthly advertising transaction volume for Xingsheng in the whole year, and it will also be a plan that the entire media industry has attracted much attention.

It's a pity that everything is ready and only the east wind owes it, and this east wind, held in President Lin's hand, seems to not let it go.

Could it be that just two or three people holding a camera, not even a studio or lighting engineer, and then ask these big guys for an interview? It's strange to get it.

It's not an exaggeration to do such a big case with the power of the entire magazine.

The high cold on the other end of the phone was silent.

The corner of Lin's mouth can't help but rise slightly. After all, he is a rookie. At this moment, President Lu is going abroad. It is really a gods help. He is more talented as a soldier than a general. How can he not kill?

He couldn't help but become smug, and looked at the admiring student girl next to him. A student, seeing that he is powerful and so awkward, it is easy to admire each other. His eyes went all the way down from the girl's face full of collagen, which was too tender.

His eyes fell on the room card she handed over.

Girls in art academies are the easiest to be subjected to unspoken rules. Nowadays, for girls who want to be too popular, chastity is no longer important. In the entertainment circle, there are only a few red ones, and thousands of troops cross the single-plank bridge. Under this kind of competition, it is bound to happen in secret.

The young girl felt happier when she heard President Lin's fierce subordinate, and her power always made a woman bow her head.

"What kind of bird am I?" On the other end of the phone, a high-cold voice came over in a deep, frozen voice.

President Lin's face collapsed. He heard the killing intent in Gao Leng's words. This was the first time Gao Leng spoke to him in this tone. In the past, he was suppressed every time he appeared. It was just asking for help or another idea, and had never spoken to him in such a disrespectful tone.

President Lin subconsciously moved his hand away from the girl’s chest and placed it on the steering wheel. For some reason, the high cold chill made him feel a little scared. This feeling was like a sleeping lion waking up, which made him unable to help. Holds the steering wheel tightly.

"What kind of bird am I?" The cold voice on the phone was playing tricks, and Mr. Lin could even hear that he seemed to be smiling, sneer, ridicule, ridicule, indifferent laugh, or both.

"Chaffinch knows the ambition of the great finch. Obviously, you are the chaffinch, what kind of bird am I? 18CM."

Pop, Gao Leng dubbed the phone.