After thoroughly transforming Lin Yuan's whole body, Lin Xuan finally agreed to let him go, and specially sent him to the gate of xingmang Entertainment:
"this is worthy of your face. OK, go to the company."
As Lin Yuan gets out of the car, Lin Xuan looks up and down at Lin Yuan and nods with satisfaction. His younger brother's transformation plan is quite successful.
“……”
Lin Yuan fled and trotted into the company.
Several little girls at the front desk of the company saw Lin Yuan come in and suddenly covered her mouth with little stars in her eyes.
It was not until Lin Yuan swiped his work card upstairs that several little girls realized: "that handsome guy just now is the representative of Lin?"
"It's like..."
"How do I feel representative Lin is more handsome?"
"I think so, too. He's like a ray of light..."
"I feel like I changed my clothes and cut my hair by the way?"
"My God, how can it be so delicious!"
"Ah, I'm dead!"
"No, go to the group and say it
“……”
Among them, a little girl quietly took out her mobile phone and opened a group called "xingmangxianyu support club".
This is the inner group of xingmang. All members are female.
The identity of group members, from the front desk to the company's small senior, nearly 200 members.
The front desk girl is sending messages in the group.
Zhao Yan at the front desk: "representative Lin has arrived at the company. He looks so handsome today!"
The group seemed to be suddenly awakened.
Liu of personnel department: "do we still need to dress up
Zhang Xin of resources department: "lying trough, I just met Mr. Xianyu in the elevator. He looks really handsome. Does it take my life? Take it, take it, give it to him!"
Xiaoqin in the film department: "are you really the representative who ran into Lin? I've seen you at the elevator entrance several times since this morning. "
Publicity Department Wang Xiaoai: "no, I can't imagine my husband can be more handsome..."
Li Juan at the front desk: "it's a pity that I'm not on duty today. It's cheap for Zhao Yan and her. I can't see representative Lin. I don't feel like breakfast."
Shua, Shua, Shua.
The information in the group is beating rapidly.
Ma Lingling, the composer on the ninth floor, suddenly sent a message in the group:
"the representative is coming. My God, he's so handsome. The whole composition department is stupid. Someone almost didn't recognize that it's representative Lin. when he doesn't dress up, representative Lin is the ideal of the world. When he dresses up, representative Lin is the God of heaven!"
There was a moment of envy in the crowd.
Ma Lingling works in the composing Department on the ninth floor, and usually has the most chance to see representative Lin.
At this time.
A female staff member of the general management office, that is, the administration department, sent a message in the group: "the company is going to update the equipment of several representative offices in the composition department."
"The old rule is to arrange for the ninth floor first!"
"Get the best equipment for the fish!"
"There are relevant departments to deal with it."
"Don't worry, sisters. Our department is also in charge of this. I will see to it."
“……”
The daily life in the group is talking about Lin Yuan.
Lin Yuan did not know that the company had such an organization.
After he entered the office, Gu Dong made him a cup of tea and then stood aside.
Lin Yuan raised his head and asked, "what's the matter?"
Gu Dong coughed: "I'm afraid you need me at any time."
"I'll call you if I need to."
Lin Yuan looked down at the document.
Gu Dong has no choice but to go out. When he leaves, he stares at Lin Yuanmeng for a few more eyes. It seems that he will suffer a loss if he doesn't look more.
……
The attention from around seems to be more exaggerated than before, but Lin Yuan's adaptation is still fast. After all, he has lived in such an atmosphere since he grew up. Now the atmosphere is only slightly warming.
It wasn't long.
Wu Yong is here.
He came into the door and saw Lin Yuan. He was slightly stunned. Then he said with a smile, "is it true that there won't be a star scout to chat up someone like Lin on the road?"
Lin Yuan said, "I came here by car today."
Wu Yong
What happens if you don't come by car?
He didn't ask, and he didn't have to.
"What's the matter?"
Lin Yuan knows that Wu Yong basically has his own situation.
Wu Yong hastily explained: "it's not a big deal. I just want to ask you if you want to let out the news that you are going to participate in the battle of the gods in December. Now, several singers, empresses and father Qu have announced that they will participate in it..."
Lin Yuan said: "then announce it."
It's also good to have the opportunity to publicize in advance.
Wu Yong nodded and said, "Fei Yang also announced that he had participated in the new song list in December, which should be aimed at you. After all, he lost to you twice in a row in the season list. With some voices on the Internet, he was probably reluctant, not to mention that the composer who helped him write songs this time was Mr. Yin Dong...""Well."
Lin Yuan knows what's on the Internet.
He's also heard of Wannian's second son.
Netizens' ability to make stalks is too strong. Don't their three waistcoats also have a pile of stalks?
Even his best-known fish envy vest has recently become an old thief in the mouth of many netizens because the movie "loyal dog" is too cruel.
As for Yin Dong
In December last year, Yin Dong cooperated with Fei Yang and lost to himself, so not only Fei Yang was not reconciled, maybe Yin Dong also wanted to compete with Xianyu again.
"That's right."
Wu Yong hesitated for a moment, worried and said, "it's not just the blessing given by Qu dad Yin Dong to Fei Yang. This time, they also invited the famous neon dance teacher, who said in the literature and art newspaper last time that your ability of composing music is stronger than that of composing words."
Neon dance?
Lin Yuan had some accidents.
Lin Yuan has also heard of this neon dance teacher's name in the field of ci writing.
Of course, it's not because the other side has commented on his ability to write words. Lin Yuan has never cared about this kind of thing.
He knows neon dance because the other party is really good.
Neon dance is from Chu, but before Chu Zhou joined the merger, many of the top composers in old Qinzhou would look for neon dance to compose their works. It can be seen how high the position of neon dance in the field of ci writing is.
You know, Qin is the land of music.
There is no lack of strong composers in old Qinzhou.
However, neon dance, as a native of Chu, was recognized by so many people from the land of music before the merger.
"Obviously, Feiyang, they're not good at it."
Wu Yong looked at Lin Yuan anxiously: "no matter composing lyrics, or composing music, or singing, they all come up with the strongest lineup."
"It's really great."
Lin Yuan nodded with approval.
Wu Yong was helpless, but representative Lin didn't recognize his implication:
"representative Lin still wrote his own words this time. I'm not worried about that, but I heard that the singer you chose to sing is Jiang Kui, isn't it too risky?"
"Isn't she a good singer?"
"No, the main thing is that the opponent is either the king of songs or the queen of songs. There are powerful combinations behind the works. I'm afraid Jiang Kui may not be able to keep up with Lin representative's footsteps..."
Lin Yuan explained: "Jiangkui is very powerful."
Wu Yong hesitated for a moment, and finally nodded. He was afraid that he would persuade him to go on. Representative Lin would say: "then I'll cooperate with sun yaohuo."
Although sun yaohuo has been pushed to the front line by representative Lin, Wu Yong thinks that he is more powerful than Jiang Kui.
Although Wu Yong really can't imagine how Jiang Kui will fight against the singers.
Eight o'clock that evening.
Xingmang official micro officially announced that Xianyu would take part in the battle of gods in December.
November is not over yet.
But at the moment when Xianyu announced that he would join the battle of the gods, many people suddenly smelled a smoke of gunpowder from December.