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#706 · 706 of 707

Do you want to join Blue Films?

Upon hearing this, Wang Yang instinctively wanted to wave his hand in refusal, but he quickly reined himself in.

He was certain that sending a red envelope was fine, but Supervisor Qi Bu and the others were not.

In the previous few times he had sent gifts, he had always brought a company appreciation gift along with a personal appreciation gift of his own.

If he were to cancel the company appreciation gift this time, it would obviously not be the same thing.

Hmm! This company appreciation gift still needed to be included.

"The headquarters has indeed approved a budget of fifty thousand yuan. You can handle the matter of the gifts; I will notify the finance department."

"Alright, President Wang, you can rest assured if you leave it to me."

Supervisor Qi Bu immediately promised, his face full of joy.

As long as President Wang could maintain a friendship with President Chen of the Mingri Group, their branch company would have a steady stream of orders.

Although he was not the most direct beneficiary, as a supervisor, he would still receive a bonus if the branch company achieved the number one performance ranking.

Therefore, he also hoped that Wang Yang could continue to maintain a good relationship with this major client, the Mingri Group.

After speaking, he stood up and left the office to take care of the gift matters.

Wang Yang watched Supervisor Qi Bu leave, picked up the tea on his desk, took a sip, and fell into thought.

The last time he visited President Chen, he had given a red envelope of 180,000 yuan. How much would be better to give this time?

It certainly couldn't be less than 180,000 yuan, and since it was the New Year, he definitely had to show his sincerity on such an important day.

Wang Yang rubbed his chin and quickly made a decision.

As for the other gifts, Supervisor Qi Bu would handle them, so he didn't need to worry about it; he could just bring everything together when the time came.

"later, I finally learned how to love…" The mobile phone ringtone suddenly rang.

Wang Yang picked up his phone, took a look, then revealed a smile and quickly answered.

"Missed me?"

"No!"

"That hurts my feelings."

"Do you have time tonight?"

"Yes. You didn't even have to call; I was just about to call you. I found a nice restaurant. How about we go try it together tonight?"

"Hmm, wait for me to get off work."

"…"

…

Magic City, [The Voice of China] training room.

"Very good, excellent. That's it. Your ability is already very strong; there isn't much I can help you with."

Li Wuying watched Zhang Lan's performance and said with an expression of admiration.

She was truly worthy of being a singer who already had her own original works; her strength and professionalism were both very impressive.

Basically, she didn't even need her guidance.

"Teacher Li Wuying, you flatter me. I still have a lot to learn."

Zhang Lan smiled; she still had some self-awareness.

Her strength was fine, but compared to those veteran singers, she was still far behind.

She still needed to constantly strive for improvement.

"I believe in you. With your ability, sooner or later, you will have a place in the music industry."

Li Wuying patted Zhang Lan on the shoulder; she was very fond of Zhang Lan.

She had already decided that once the recording of [The Voice of China] was finished, she would invite Zhang Lan to participate in her concert.

After all, that was a promise she had made.

"Teacher, I'm going to take a break."

Zhang Lan said this and went to the lounge nearby.

She had been practicing singing for a long time and was a bit tired. The main thing was to protect her throat; as a singer, the throat was very important.

Arriving at the lounge, she found a seat and sat down directly, unscrewed her water bottle, and took a small sip.

Inside was honey water, used for soothing the throat.

Not long after she sat down, the lounge door opened again, and two people walked in.

A man and a woman.

"Sister Lan, so you're here!"

"Yes, I just finished practicing, resting a bit. You two finished practicing as well?"

Zhang Lan looked at the people who entered and responded.

These two were both students under Li Wuying, and their abilities were very good.

The boy's name was Zhao Lei, a singer-songwriter whose style leaned towards folk and had his own unique characteristics.

The girl's name was Li Yiyi, a pop singer who graduated from the Magic City Conservatory of Music and had a deep musical foundation.

"We both finished, and wanting to rest, we heard from Teacher Li Wuying that you were in the lounge, so we came to check."

Li Yiyi sat down beside Zhang Lan and spoke with a smile.

Zhao Lei sat opposite them and asked with an expectant look.

"Sister Lan, does your Lanpian Film and Television still sign singers?"

"Yes, why? Are you interested?"

Zhang Lan looked up at Zhao Lei. Besides singing to improve her fame, she was also thinking about whether she could scout some talented singers here to join the company while she was at [The Voice of China].

After all, she was now the head of the music department, and it certainly wouldn't do for her to be the only person in the entire music department.

It needed enough singers to support it. During this time, she had been observing, whether it was from her own team or others, and had recorded everyone she deemed talented.

And Zhao Lei and Li Yiyi were on the list she had recorded.

However, before she could even start to recruit him, Zhao Lei had actually come to her on his own.

This surprised her a bit.

"I do have that thought. Sister Lan, you know I'm just an independent singer-songwriter with no backing and absolutely no resources. But I've learned about your Lanpian Film and Television, and the Mingri Group."

"Not to mention the benefits on your side, I really like the environment there. I just don't know if I have the ability to join."

Zhao Lei spoke his true thoughts.

He loved creating songs, but he also knew that liking it wasn't enough to fulfill his dream. Only by finding backing could he continue to pursue his dream of creating songs.

Zhang Lan looked at Zhao Lei seriously and finally nodded slowly.

"I can let you join. The benefits Lanpian Film and Television provides to artists cannot be compared to other Entertainment Companies. But I also have requirements. Since you are a singer-songwriter, I will give you plenty of time to create."

"However, you must bring me a song every so often. The company will be responsible for your song distribution. But if the songs you create don't yield any results for a long time, then I'm sorry, but that's it."

"I know that, Sister Lan. If I can't create any decent songs for a long time, it means I'm really not suited for the path of a singer. Even if you didn't say anything, I would leave on my own."

Zhao Lei promised.

"Since you say so, then there's no problem. I'll give you one more night to think about it. If you've made up your mind, I'll prepare the contract."

"Sister Lan, there's no need for a night. I've already looked into Lanpian Film and Television and the Mingri Group. I also watched your sports meet, and I really like your company's environment. I can decide to join right now."

Zhao Lei said immediately.

"Alright, then I'll get the contract ready as soon as possible."

Zhang Lan nodded. Since Zhao Lei had already considered and understood everything clearly, there was nothing more for her to say.

"Sister Lan, I wonder if I can join Lanpian Film and Television too?"

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