After offending capital, my songs became more and more popular.

Chapter 73 Program Team: Emperor Ming'en is worthy of being enshrined in the Imperial Ancestral Temple!

"Ding-dong..."

"Ding dong ding dong..."

"Buzzing..."

Early morning, by the bedside.

The constant ringing, vibration, and message notifications from her phone were driving Ma Ling to the brink of a nervous breakdown these past two days!
She's barely able to sleep at night anymore because many people aren't just calling or texting her anymore; some of them are actually banging on her door in the middle of the night, and somehow they've gotten her room number...

She hadn't seen them, and they hadn't answered a single phone call. It wasn't that Ma Ling didn't want to respond to them, but mainly... she couldn't!
She failed to eliminate Shen Mingen, her "living father," this time, and didn't achieve her goal of suppressing him. Now, this guy is probably even more arrogant. There's no way for her to communicate with Shen Mingen now, otherwise she'll only get humiliated by his "face-to-face" insults. She knows this all too well.

Actually, I could cooperate with Shen Mingen, but the problem is, this guy is demanding a change to the contract, and he's asking for 91% of it!
Even if she agrees, the company can't!
She has no other choice but to postpone things for now.

With a "whoosh," the curtains were pulled open, and the morning sunlight slanted into the room. The bright sea slightly eased Ma Ling's anxiety, but the figure jogging past outside made her lips twitch uncontrollably...

"Dong dong dong..."

There was a knock on the door behind her. Just as Ma Ling was startled, thinking it was someone else coming to urge her to cooperate with Shen Ming'en, her assistant's voice came from outside the door:

"Sister Ling, Director Niu wants to see you in a meeting."

“…I understand.” Ma Ling silently rubbed her forehead and sighed helplessly.

To be honest, she doesn't really want to go to the roundtable meeting of the "Chinese Music Awards" program team right now...

Because she knew very well that the damned oregano and the entire production team were waiting to see her make a fool of herself.

The entire production team of "Chinese Music Awards" has practically defected. Director Niu and his team have "collectively surrendered to the enemy." If we were to name Shen Ming'en's strongest supporters so far, it would probably be those who are waving flags and chanting "Emperor Ming'en deserves to be enshrined in the Imperial Ancestral Temple."

Last night, she heard that the production team had received several more sponsorship offers from big-name advertisers. As expected, when she went to the meeting today, Director Niu was going to speak up for Shen Ming'en again, still not wanting to eliminate him.

So she really didn't want to go to this meeting.

Can I not go?

If he doesn't go, he'll be playing right into the show's hands, and Shen Ming'en will never be suppressed again.

Watching the figure jogging outside the window, Ma Ling gritted her teeth, clenched her fist, and slammed it hard against the stainless steel railing, squeezing out a sentence through gritted teeth: "This matter cannot be left like this!"

After washing up and getting ready, Ma Ling arrived at the roundtable meeting of "Chinese Music Center" to find the entire production team immersed in a lively atmosphere.

The crew, who hadn't noticed her arrival, were happily discussing...

"I suggest that next time we dedicate an episode to the theme of [love, emotions, and love songs], focusing on the Mingli couple!"

"That's a great idea! Their pairing is currently trending, so let's just go with the flow. We can easily make a splash in the next episode and it'll be a huge hit!"

"These two are our show's cash cow, I'm telling you!"

"I received several more sponsorships from big brands today. Our production team is really doing well, hahaha..."

"I'll start, you guys take over, come on, come on..."

"Emperor Ming'en!"

"Worthy of being enshrined in the Imperial Ancestral Temple!"

"Hahaha……"

This is the scene that greeted Ma Ling when she entered. Ma Ling: "(╬￣皿￣)"

These people are probably talking about Daji...

What a jerk they are!
Just two weeks ago, the entire production team was worried about Shen Mingen, calling him "that guy Hajien" and racking their brains to come up with all sorts of questions to eliminate him.

Now look what's happened...

They're all pretending to be good people!
That orchid guy stopped pretending and sat in the seat directly facing the door. He clearly noticed Ma Ling and glanced at her, but he didn't stop everyone from "speaking out enthusiastically."

This is basically a blatant insult!
Ma Ling's lips twitched violently. Although she had thought that the production team would have such a face, she still did not expect them to go this far!
Attending a meeting?

Fuck your meeting!
The way these people called her over felt like they were just trying to humiliate her!
That's outrageous...

That's awful!

"Cough cough..."

Perhaps feeling that this approach wasn't quite right, and to save face for the production team, Director Niu coughed lightly to remind everyone.

The creative team in the conference room were all seasoned veterans, and they fell silent almost instantly upon seeing this.

"Hehehe," Director Niu stood up to greet Ma Ling, patted the seat next to him and said affectionately, "Ling'er, come and sit next to me."

“Don’t sit down,” Ma Ling said, showing no intention of sitting down to have a meeting with these people. She waved her hand at Director Niu and said, “Director Niu, let’s talk on the other side of the screen.”

Here, these people are just appendages of Director Niu; she's too lazy to engage in a verbal battle with them.

It's all for treating lung phlegm, it's useless...

After saying that, she turned and left without even waiting for Director Niu's reply.

Upon seeing this, Director Niu couldn't help but purse his lips, cursing the word "brother" in his heart as he got up and left.

Outside the conference room was the hotel corridor, which was quiet and deserted. Around 10 a.m., the bright sunlight shone on the white floor like a reflector, making people's faces appear exceptionally bright.

"So you're not planning to eliminate Shen Ming'en now, is that right?" Ma Ling spoke frankly without mincing words.

“It’s not that we don’t want to eliminate him,” Niu said, pulling out a cigarette from his pocket and handing one to Ma Ling. He then lit it without hesitation, took a deep drag, and said with a helpless expression, “It’s just that, as you’ve seen, we’ve tried every possible method, we’ve exhausted all the questions, and we still can’t do anything about him.”

He paused for a moment, glanced at Ma Ling, and then said with a slumped hand, "It's not just us, you've tried your methods too. You've seen how troublesome this kid is. No matter who comes, we can't be blamed, can we?"

"you……"

Ma Ling gritted her teeth inwardly, but ultimately didn't utter the harsh words that were on the tip of her tongue. Instead, she silently turned around and opened the window a crack, letting the sea breeze from outside blow in and disperse the pervasive nicotine.

Seeing Ma Ling's reaction, Director Niu chuckled and said bluntly, "How about this, tell me what other ideas you have. If you have any, we'll cooperate. But if you don't..."

He didn't continue speaking, but merely glanced back at the conference room in a suggestive manner.

The meaning is quite clear: if you don't have it, we'll tailor-make a special episode for Shen Ming'en and Yao Shuli with the theme of "emotions, love, and love songs".

But will things really go as smoothly as Director Niu imagines?

……

(End of this chapter)