Chapter 44

At 10 a.m. on Saturday, Wei Jun arrived at shengjingheng's villa on time.

Chen Le, Sheng Jingheng's life assistant, opened the door for him.

Sheng Jingheng doesn't like strangers to step into his house, so he never asks aunts or hourly workers.

Whether resting at home or working outside, Chen Le is the only one responsible for taking care of all his trivial things.

It's almost twenty-four hours.

Sometimes when Wei Jun saw Chen Le, he couldn't help feeling.

Clearly looking at the young people in their twenties, they never worry or complain. They do housework more carefully than women.

If it were him, even with an annual salary equivalent to the annual salary of an ordinary company director, he would not last so long.

"The boss is in the studio. Brother Wei will have a cup of coffee first?"

After welcoming Wei Jun in, Chen Le went straight to the tea bar.

Coffee is freshly ground and boiled and steaming.

Wei Jun followed him, sat down in front of the bar and nodded, "please."

Sheng Jingheng is working in the studio and doesn't like to be disturbed by anyone.

There is no special announcement today. I want to have dinner with screenwriter Chai Wentao at noon and talk about the revised script.

Then later in the afternoon, I will go to work in the program group of "idol new era" to prepare for the semi-finals in the evening.

So Wei Jun was not in a hurry. He chatted with Chen Le while drinking coffee.

After a cup of coffee, before Sheng Jingheng came down, the doorbell rang first.

Wei Jun was stunned and subconsciously looked at his watch: "who will come at this point?"

Chen Le went to see the doorbell monitor and replied, "it's president Sheng."

Sheng Jingrui also has a villa here, but he basically lives in the mansion and rarely comes here.

He was dressed in a white sportswear and apparently had just returned from exercise.

A handsome face with a cordial smile, the hair in front of his forehead was not combed up, but dropped naturally and casually, making him look like a college student.

"Wei Jun is there, too? Will there be a notice to run later? "

Wei Jun respectfully called President Sheng Sheng first, and then roughly explained the work arrangement.

Sheng Jingrui listened at will and nodded: "then I'll go up and find him."

With that, people went up to the second floor, and no one dared to stop them.

Wei Jun and Chen Le looked at each other, showing the same helpless smile, and then went back to the tea bar to sit.

Sheng Jingheng is writing a song. While playing the approximate tune on the electronic piano key, he records it on the score.

Intermittent, unprofessional people can't hear a reason at all.

Sheng Jingrui looked at the meeting and knocked on the door. Then when Sheng Jingheng looked up, he directly pushed the door in.

"Aren't you preparing for a new movie? And send a new song? "

Sheng Jingheng gave him a faint look, then took off his headphones: "what's up?"

"I sent you a video last night. Did you watch it?"

Sheng Jingrui closed the door, dragged a chair to sit down, and added: "it's related to South Vietnam. Didn't you praise her?"

"See," Sheng Jingheng's look is still very light, as if his thoughts are still immersed in the inspiration of writing songs and never jump out, "are you here for this?"

"That's how you react?" Sheng Jingrui couldn't help but tut. Then he took out his mobile phone, found another video and came up to him. "I asked Nancy to find it for me. Listen to it."

After that, regardless of whether Sheng Jingheng wanted to listen or not, he directly pressed play.

A female vocalist suddenly came out of the mobile phone. The sound quality of the mobile phone was general, and the video was suppressed, and the sound color was damaged.

Hearing Sheng Jingheng's eyebrows wrinkled slightly, he soon loosened them again.