Chapter 825: The Dark and Lonely Boy and His Red and White Rose? (71)
The Dark and Lonely Boy and His Red and White Rose? (Seventy-one)
But it turned out that Angkor was overthinking this time.
Because until the dust settled on the movie, there wasn't any trouble this time, which made him, who had been feeling tense, finally breathe a sigh of relief.
Lance didn't have any feelings about this. He just watched silently as Song Ning brought more and more things into his room, and his smile became brighter and brighter.
Song Ning didn't pay much attention to Wu Ge's worries. In fact, he did a lot of things in private to ensure that Lance's theme song for the movie went smoothly, but he basically didn't like to mention these things.
But this does not mean that these things will not be known to others.
Fang Ziqi is the one who knows it best.
After confirming with his new agent that Lans had already handed over the song, he was so angry that he almost smashed his newly bought new mobile phone to pieces.
"How come he handed it in? He could write a song so quickly? This is impossible!"
He was so angry that he kept biting his nails. The edges of his well-polished nails were full of bite marks. Looking closely, the back of his hand was white, but the wrist hidden in his sleeve had a faint dark purple mark, and even the marks of two fingers could be clearly seen.
The new manager felt a little annoyed when he saw him like this. How could he really think Fang Ziqi was ambitious and capable? The artists that Wu liked were all trash. How could he forget this and take the trouble to snatch this person away, only to find that he was just ambitious but not capable at all?
He has such a bad temper. If she wasn't pretty, he would be so disdainful to climb into bed with him. He really doesn't want to keep this guy with him anymore.
The agent squatted down, picked up the phone, and said a few insincere words of comfort.
"It's done. I guess it's because you talked to Mr. Wu before that they felt oppressed. But I think you shouldn't dwell too much on that Lance. Yes, he had a new song that became popular before, but so what? How can Mr. Wu help him? If he really had that ability, you would have been famous a long time ago."
Fang Ziqi's face was gloomy, he knew this was the truth.
"But Lance does have some real skills. Didn't you see that he beat Lin Qi before?"
Linqi is not an ordinary artist. Fang Ziqi has long been envious of Linqi. If he says that he is an 18th-tier unknown, then Linqi will basically become a first-tier popular actor sooner or later. Such a person's new song is overshadowed by Lans. Doesn't this represent a lot?
The agent doesn't think so.
"That must be good luck. If he was really that talented, how come he wasn't discovered when the group was formed? And you saw it too. He submitted his song only a few days after we messed him up. Do you think it can be a good piece? I think you shouldn't worry too much. He probably won't be popular this time."
Fang Ziqi gradually calmed down after listening to this and felt that it made sense.
But he still felt annoyed. "It's all his fault that assistant. He's so nosy. Where did that guy surnamed Wu find that assistant? If he hadn't been nosy, that guy surnamed Wu would have agreed to cooperate with me a long time ago. He's such an eyesore."