The Charm of Entertainment is Infinite+

I, Fan Ye, don't show off, treat me as a sick cat! ——Fan Binbin.

Binbin, you have to be careful, first ask your assistant to go find Zhuo Wei and test his tone—Yueyue

Husband, don't worry.I have been in the entertainment industry for so many years, and I have seen a lot of turmoil——Fan Binbin

Even if Zhuo Wei doesn't agree, I still have my own network - Fan Binbin.

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At the same time, Zhejiang, Zhejiang TV station.

On the 18th floor, the program team of "The Voice of Chinese" is an exclusive office location.

Chief Director's Office.

"What? Zhang Jingying has gotten off the plane and is rushing to the TV station now?" Chief Director Qiu Yang, wearing a gray and white plaid suit and a red tie, sat in an office chair, picked up the fixed phone with his right hand, and put it next to his ear.

"Okay, okay, I understand, Director."

"I promise you, I will definitely sign Zhang Liangying and become the mentor of this season." Qiuyang stood up, holding the phone in his right hand, and promised in a loud voice like the head of the station. .

Chapter 221 Temporary change of mind, 3500 million?Zhuo Wei personally went out to investigate Ke Zhendong!

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"Okay, okay, don't worry." Qiuyang nodded and said in a deep voice.

"Qiuyang, not long ago, Zhang Jingying's new album was a big hit. It strengthened her status as the little queen of the music scene."

""The Voice of Chinese" is a large-scale inspirational professional music program jointly launched by our TV station and Star Media." The director of Zhejiang Satellite TV said in a deep voice.

"Last year, the first season of The Voice, the ratings were very hot, breaking 5% directly, and it was a big success."

"In the second season, there are also many advertisers flocking to sponsor our program," the director said in a deep voice.

"The director, this season, our budget for The Voice of Chinese" Qiuyang asked tentatively, holding a fixed phone in his right hand and putting it next to his ear.

"Qiuyang, this year's budget is 2 million. Among them, four mentors are paid for this quarter."

"That is to say, that Ying and Yu Chengqin's salary should not exceed 5 million, or [-] million."

"Zhang Liangying, now the queen of the music scene, the salary is under 4 million for me"

"The budget for the remaining tutor is between 2500 million and 3000 million." The director said in a deep voice after deep consideration.

"Okay, Director, I understand. Don't worry, leave it to me." Qiuyang nodded, his eyes lit up, and he felt confident.

"Qiuyang, you are the chief director. The ratings are the only guarantee. I only look at the ratings."

"In the first season of "The Voice of Chinese", the average audience rating is 3.5%."

"In the second season, I hope that the ratings will be the lowest and cannot fall below 3%."

"Otherwise, you'll pack up and leave!" the station chief said in a deep voice with a stern face.

"Director, don't worry, I will definitely do my best." Qiuyang was startled, feeling pressured in his heart, and replied loudly.

"Okay, I still have something to do, you are busy with yours." The director immediately hung up the phone.

Snapped!

Qiuyang slowly put down the landline in his hand, took a deep breath, and sat down slowly.

"Huh~ The burden on the shoulders has increased, the pressure is heavy." Qiuyang shook his head slightly, looked at the family photo of himself and his wife and daughter on the desk, and whispered to himself.

"Hello? Find me the phone number of Zhang Jingying's manager." Qiuyang stood up suddenly, reached for the fixed phone, pressed a phone number, and called.

"Yes, yes, I'm in the office now."

"Okay~ok, try to be as fast as possible. I'll wait for you here." After Qiuyang finished speaking, he hung up the phone.

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Yanjing, Venus Garden Community.

Zhuo Wei's home.

Zhuo Wei was sitting on the sofa in the living room, holding a Sony SLR camera in both hands, watching the photos on the camera screen with all his attention, with the corners of his mouth slightly raised.

"Hehe, Zhang Ziyi and Wang Feng are kissing late at night."

"International Zhang, and the leather trousers style, actually got involved."

"Wait a while, I will contact Mango TV, Pearl TV. Sell this news." Zhuo Wei looked at the photo in front of him with a smug smile on his face.

Ding~dong!Ding~dong! !Ding~dong! !

"Wait, who is it? Here it comes!"

Zhuo Wei hurriedly ran into the bedroom, put the SLR camera in his hand on the bed, then hurried out and closed the bedroom door.

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"Which one are you? I don't seem to know you?" Zhuo Wei opened the door and looked at a strange woman wearing a black baseball cap, black sunglasses, and a long black jacket. A trace of doubt arose in my heart.

"Zhuo Wei, known by netizens as the Disciplinary Inspection Committee of the entertainment industry. Can you invite me in so we can have a good chat?" The strange woman stepped forward, looked at Zhuo Wei, and took the initiative.

"Who the hell are you? How do you know that my home is here?" Zhuo Wei frowned, blocking the strange woman from entering the house.