"Why don't he let him suffer? I have to change the script."

Seeing Fang Mo looking at him seriously, Wang Dongyue continued to explain helplessly: "That young man actually has not many scenes, and he can be finished in this week.

I had to change the script because when the filming was done, the director felt that this short plot about the young man was a bit messy. Although the script was good, the actual effect was not very good after the filming, so they decided to modify it in the end."

Listening to Wang Dongyue's explanation, Fang Mo reluctantly accepted that Wang Yue went to modify the script.

"Gulugulu..."

Then a sound of stomach roaring sounded out of place.

Wang Dongyue heard the boss's belly voice, "Boss, why don't we go to have a meal first? I'll let some artists who are still in the Magic City come to gather and get to know each other?"

Fang Mo was very clear about the little bit in Wang Dongyue's heart. When he heard that Wang Dongyue wanted all the artists to accompany him, Fang Mo shook his head: "Forget it, if they have a job, go to work, just a few of us will be fine."

Seeing that the boss refused his arrangement, Wang Dongyue smiled and pretended not to say the same sentence: "Okay, I'll go make arrangements immediately, go immediately."

...

"Are you all the money you make? I haven't brushed my black material for so long! Can your company be done? I will definitely sue you to the president, you are useless."

An Dongxu was pissing and smashing the hotel maniaclysm, looking at his black material on the computer screen no matter how the people below him brushed it, always occupying the position of Hot Yi. The more he thought about it, the more angry he became.

Looking at the little assistant with eyes, the more I looked at her, the more I felt unhappy she was. If she hadn't made herself unhappy at the airport, she wouldn't have scolded her. If she didn't scold her, she wouldn't have been tricked by the damn rich second generation of China.

If you don’t make a fool of yourself, you won’t think about venting your resentment on your meagerness. If you don’t vent your resentment, you won’t be targeted by that rich second generation. The more you think An Dongxu feels resentful towards his Chinese assistant.

It was all the ideas she gave to herself, and it was all the things she went to find fans to help him stand up and cause trouble.

The little assistant who was resented by An Dongxu was repetitively scrubbing in the living room in panic, washing Oppa's square over and over again, and from time to time, he would call on fans to help in the fan group.

However, as the black material increases, the increasingly dense black material bombing is gradually opening up the narrow eyes of those loyal fans.

More and more people are starting to lose their fans, and the number of people who have withdrawn from the group has begun to increase over time.

It was not until this time that An Dongxu's agent rushed over from outside. As soon as he entered the door, he saw the little assistant crying helplessly.

The arrogant, she ignored the little assistant's eyes asking for help and walked into the room where An Dongxu was.

"Get out, who lets you in?"

Looking at the book that An Dong-wook threw in front of him, Kim Hye-jung calmly picked up the book "Actor's Self-cultivation" that was thrown on the ground.

"Why can't I come in?"

Hearing that the voice of not the little assistant but the manager in charge, An Dongxu quickly apologized and said, "No, no, I'm sorry, Broker Jin."

He looked at An Dongxu, who was plagued by black materials at this time, and calmly sat on the chair and looked at An Dongxu standing in front of him.

"I just can make such a big mistake if I don't stay there for a day. You are really amazing.

The contract I just negotiated with Alibaba is now ready, because the meager is full of your black material, and the other party has doubted our company's capabilities, all because of your SM being suspected of your ability.

Congratulations, you will be able to return home soon.”

When An Dongxu heard that he was going to return to China early, he knew how the people above would deal with him. He was so scared that he knelt down: "Agent Jin, I know I was wrong, I don't want to go back to China..."

Looking at An Dong-wook, who knows the mistake now, Kim Hye-joong sneered: "It's too late, the group has just decided to give up on you, and new people will join in to replace you later."

After saying that, he kicked An Dong-wook away and walked out of the room. However, before leaving, Kim Hye-joong thought about it for a while and said to him with a smile: "Actually, the group has not completely given up on you. After all, it is also very expensive to train you. We must take back all the money spent on you.

Wait, you will have a new job soon, and those rich ladies are very coveting about your figure.”

Hearing that the group wanted to serve the perverted rich wives by themselves, An Dongxu ran out of the room in panic and grabbed Kim Hye-jung: "Sister, okay, don't let me go to that terrifying place. I don't want to go, I really don't want to go."

Seeing An Dongxu, who usually looks arrogant, talking to him in a low voice, Jin Hye-jung snorted coldly without saying anything and left, and took away all the rest of An Dongxu's side, leaving only a small assistant who was not his own.

The little assistant was shocked when he saw this scene while watching the agent walk in. He walked out not long after and took all his colleagues around him, but he didn't take him away.

Thinking of some bad things in the Korean circle, the little assistant swallowed and looked at An Dongxu, who had lost his ability.

...

Under Wang Dongyue's arrangement, Fang Mo and several senior executives in the company had a dinner in an expensive hotel on the Bund.

"Mr. Fang, I don't know which part our company will focus on in the future? Is it content production or artist training?"

After almost all the party was full and full, the boss of the brokerage department asked about the conflicts within the company at this time.

As the strong woman spoke, the atmosphere of the party calmed down to the naked eye.

Fang Mo can only say that he knows little about the company's problems. When he heard the agent boss asks this question here, Fang Mo subconsciously glanced at Wang Dongyue.

"Boss, we have been discussing this issue internally. Should we take the content production route or focus on artists in the future?"

Hearing that they had this problem, Fang Mo subconsciously said, "Is it not good to grasp both hands?"

"When there are fewer people, it's okay to catch both hands, but what if there are too many people? How can we ensure the benefits that every artist should have? At that time, they will always have to distinguish between the top and bottom, which is not good for the inside.

Similarly, if we digest each drama by our own internals, it is not good in the circle. After all, there are not many people who detailed the people who eat alone.

Boss, the resources of the entertainment group are limited, but people are producing every year, so we should really make up our minds about how to go in the future.”
Chapter completed!