bestfiction Chapter 353 09 Summary and Annual Meeting
Chapter 353 09 Summary and Annual Meeting
After a few rounds of drinks, the lights in the multi-functional hall dimmed, and the LED screen on the stage lit up with a warm yellow light.
The show has begun.
The first performance was a group of students from the Beijing Dance Academy who sang and danced.
Several young girls wearing brightly colored short skirts sang and danced on stage, which greatly heated up the atmosphere in the audience.
The second performance was a self-accompanied song by a singer-songwriter under the Morning Light Music Production Company. It was a slow song with a soothing melody and lyrics that were neither particularly good nor bad. Some people in the audience hummed along softly.
Before the third program began, Chen Mo stood up from his seat, walked to Fu Yibai's side, and leaned closer.
"President Fu, Da Zhangwei will be on stage soon."
As I mentioned to you before, the Hua'er Band has disbanded, and Da Zhangwei is now pursuing a solo career.
I've seen him perform live; he has a strong sense of variety and is also creative.
However, he has some negative news, and recently there have been rumors online about his previous plagiarism scandal. I'm not sure whether I should sign him or not.
So we invited him to perform today, so you can see for yourself.
Fu Yibai picked up a piece of food and nodded.
"Okay, let's take a look."
The stage lights switched to colorful lights, and the prelude to music began.
Da Zhangwei walked out from the side of the stage wearing a flashy shirt, his hair dyed light yellow, and he looked very energetic.
He stood in the center of the stage, holding the microphone, and sang "Xi Shuashua".
As soon as the melody started, many people in the audience laughed along.
This song is very popular. The melody is simple, the lyrics are catchy, and dozens of people in the audience sang along during the chorus.
Deng Chao stood up in the front row, raised his hands above his head to clap along, and looked as cheerful as if he were in a disco.
Da Zhangwei jumped and danced on stage, his smile carrying a carefree and relaxed vibe.
After the song ended, the applause from the audience was quite loud.
Chen Mo sat down next to Fu Yibai and leaned in to whisper.
"Mr. Fu, what do you think?"
Fu Yibai remained silent for a few seconds, then picked up the teacup on the table and took a sip.
"Sign it."
Regarding the negative news, let the legal and public relations teams assess the risks.
Regarding the plagiarism controversy, those things that needed to be clarified should be clarified, and those that needed to be apologized should be apologized for. The attitude should be correct.
His talent for variety shows and his songwriting abilities are rare resources; Morning Light Music needs artists with such distinctive personalities.
Chen Mo nodded and silently made a note of it.
"Oh, by the way, I'll recommend another singer to you. Go and contact them."
Chen Mo looked up upon hearing this.
"Xue Zhiqian is from Shanghai. He participated in a talent show and has good singing skills as well as songwriting ability."
He doesn't have much of a presence in the entertainment industry right now, but he has potential.
Go and contact them; if they can sign, then sign it.
"Understood, I'll take care of it after the New Year."
The performance continued.
The lucky draw brought the atmosphere to a whole new level.
The grand prize of 500,000 yuan in cash was won by a screenwriter in the film and television production department.
When the girl went on stage to receive the award, her legs were shaking. She held Zhao Qi's hand and said thank you seven or eight times. There was a commotion in the audience. Some people shouted "Treat us to a meal!" and others shouted "Give us red envelopes!" The girl stood on the stage for half a minute with a red face before going down.
The annual meeting ended at 11 p.m.
People gradually left the multi-functional hall; some had their arms around each other, some walked unsteadily, and some stood in the corridor waiting to hail a taxi.
The artists left the company accompanied by their assistants.
Fu Yibai stood at the elevator entrance, with Guo Zhenni following behind him, holding his coat and car keys.
Zhang Liangying walked over from the other end of the corridor, her white dress shimmering softly under the lights.
She walked up to Fu Yibai, a faint smile on her lips.
"Mr. Fu, I've been drinking and I can't drive."
Fu Yibai looked at her, and the corners of his mouth curved slightly.
"Get in my car."
The elevator doors opened, and three people stepped inside.
Zhang Liangying stayed close to Fu Yibai.
Guo Zhenni stood on the other side and pressed the button for the basement.
The elevator went down, and the numbers jumped one by one.
We've arrived at the basement level, and the elevator doors have opened.
The driver had already parked the car at the elevator entrance; the black van's paint gleamed under the lights.
Fu Yibai bent down and sat in the back seat, Zhang Liangying followed him in, and Guo Zhenni got into the passenger seat.
The car drove out of the parking lot and merged into the traffic of Beijing's late night.
The car came to a stop in front of the villa.
Fu Yibai got out of the car, and Zhang Liangying followed behind him. Guo Zhenni stayed in the car and asked the driver to take her home.
As soon as she entered the house and closed the door, Zhang Liangying couldn't wait to turn around and rush into Fu Yibai's arms.
Fu Yibai leaned down and kissed her lips. Her lips were soft and warm, carrying the astringent taste of red wine and the sweetness of lipstick.
She wrapped her arms around his neck and pressed her body against his. Through the thin fabric of his clothes, he could feel the rise and fall of her chest and the beating of her heart.
The two people moved from the living room to the stairs, and from the stairs to the second-floor bedroom.
The sounds in the room were intermittent, sometimes rapid, sometimes soothing.
Zhang Liangying was unusually energetic tonight, as if she wanted to vent all the loneliness she had been feeling lately.
The room finally quieted down as dawn approached.
Zhang Liangying had already fainted from exhaustion.
Looking at the wet bed, Fu Yibai could only pick her up and carry her into the bathroom.
After she finished showering, I carried her to another room to rest.