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Sister Wang carried the kraft paper document bag printed with the words "China Media Group" and walked quickly across the office area.

The high heels clicked on the floor.

"Where is Fang Yu?"

"Sister Wang, Teacher Fang is in the lounge."

The administrator quickly pointed to the end of the corridor.

Sister Wang nodded and went straight in through the door.

The next second, a strong aroma of cucumber-flavored potato chips wafted over.

Fang Yu was sprawled on the sofa, his legs crossed.

Holding a freshly opened bag of potato chips, he ate them with gusto.

On the small table next to it, there was a bottle of chilled cola.

The employees outside were so busy they were practically running around.

He is fine.

They live like they've retired early.

However, Fang Yu has indeed been quite busy lately.

They occupied nine of the top ten spots on the hottest songs chart.

Delicious custom-made music.

Cai Kun's song for his first stage performance in the talent show.

One thing after another, it was basically nonstop.

Given the value he's creating for the company right now, let alone lying in the break room eating potato chips.

Even if he lay down on Mr. Zhang's desk and started kissing, everyone in the company would probably ask first, "Is it uncomfortable? Should we give you a cushion?"

"You seem to have a lot of free time."

Sister Wang walked over and slammed the file bag on the table.

"Sister Wang, you're here."

Fang Yu raised his eyelids slightly, took a potato chip from the bag, and handed it over.

"Try it, the new cucumber flavor is quite addictive."

"I won't eat it."

Sister Wang slapped his hand away.

"Keep it for yourself."

She pointed to the brown paper document bag on the table.

"Don't interrupt."

"The receptionist said it was sent by CCTV and specifically asked you or your direct agent to sign for it."

"Take it apart and see for yourself."

"We haven't been doing any business with CCTV lately, so what's going on here?"

Fang Yu raised an eyebrow.

He put down the potato chips, took out a tissue to wipe his hands clean, and then picked up the document bag.

"Sizzle—"

The seal was torn open.

He casually pulled out a few documents and two certificates and spread them out on the table.

At the top of the document, a row of red text stood out prominently.

Sister Wang glanced down at it.

The moment his gaze fell upon those few lines of text, his voice changed instantly.

"Theme song?"

"Title calligraphy?"

"There are also field trip passes?"

Sister Wang suddenly raised her head and stared straight at Fang Yu.

"no."

"When did you expand your business to the Forbidden City?"

"How come I, as the agent, knew absolutely nothing about this?"

"Oh, this."

Fang Yu picked up another potato chip, speaking in a rather casual tone.

"I picked up this job on the spur of the moment while I was having tea at Teacher Chen's house yesterday."

Sister Wang was stunned.

Drink tea.

smoothly.

Take on jobs.

If you listen to these three words individually, each one sounds perfectly normal.

But put together, it all sounds like utter nonsense.

If someone goes to Chen Daoming's house for tea and manages to leave their contact information, they're already considered to have made a worthwhile trip.

Fang Yu went to have some tea.

Did they come back and immediately take on jobs at the Forbidden City?

"Put the potato chips down first."

Sister Wang pulled over a chair and sat down.

His expression was as serious as if he were preparing for a joint trial.

"Let's start from the beginning."

"How did a simple tea visit to Professor Chen Daoming's house turn into a job at CCTV?"

Fang Yu swallowed the potato chips in a few bites, then unscrewed the can of cola and took a sip.

Then he slowly recounted what had happened yesterday.

From the tea party at Chen Daoming's home.

He Zheng, Zhou Yuanshan, Shen Weimin, and Qi Wenhai arrived one after another.

Then came writing and drawing.

Finally, it was mentioned that Shen Weimin invited him to try writing the theme song for the documentary "The Forbidden City".

He recounted the whole thing as casually as if he'd just gone downstairs to buy groceries.

"...Director Shen thinks my handwriting is passable."

"Let me also take care of the documentary title and the inscriptions for a few key chapters."

Sister Wang's eyelid twitched violently.

Is it alright?

You call the title calligraphy of a national-level documentary "just passable"?

Fang Yu, seemingly oblivious to her expression, continued:

"Then I thought about it, and realized that the Forbidden City is so big."

"What if I get lost if I go in alone?"

"So I applied to bring a companion."

At this point, he picked up two passes from the table and waved them around.

"You know what, Director Shen is actually quite easy to talk to."

"They agreed on the spot."

"Here you are."

"One is mine, and one is of the fairy sister."

After saying that, he took out a potato chip and put it in his mouth.

The lounge was completely quiet.

All that remained was the crisp click sound.

Sister Wang sat in the chair, her mouth slightly open, unable to utter a word for a long time.

Her brain was struggling to process the information she had just heard.

A separate exhibition area for the Young Artists Nomination Exhibition.

A famous director of martial arts films made an appointment in advance to request songs.

Candidate composers for the theme song of "The Forbidden City".

Access to photographic sites in areas not open to the public within the Forbidden City.

Finally, this guy also got a pass for his girlfriend.

These thoughts raced through Sister Wang's mind.

Finally, with a "boom," everything exploded.

She swayed and almost slid off the chair.

"Sister Wang?"

Fang Yu noticed that her expression was not quite right, so he quickly went over to her.

"What's wrong? Low blood sugar?"

He picked up a cucumber-flavored potato chip and waved it in front of Sister Wang.

"How about we eat something first?"

"I'm fine..."

Sister Wang held her forehead, her voice slightly weak.

"I'm just a little short of breath."

What kind of project is "The Forbidden City"?

Behind him stood China Media Group and the State Administration of Cultural Heritage.

This is a true national team project.

Let alone Xingyao, a mid-sized entertainment company in Beijing.

Even industry giants like Huace and Enlight Media would want to push someone into such a project.

You also need to pull strings, go through procedures, and pass the review.

I wonder how many talented singers and top producers would like to request a promotional song for an official project.

Even opportunities may not come your way.

Fang Yu is doing well.

I visited a senior colleague's home and had some tea.

I also packed up the three-piece set and brought it back with me.

The most outrageous thing is that the company was the last to find out.

Her direct agent only discovered that her artist had already taken business into the Forbidden City when the documents were delivered to the front desk.

It's not that celebrities are troublesome.

This is because the artists are moving too fast, and the management teams simply can't keep up with the updates!

"no."

Sister Wang pressed her chest and rested for a while.

"Don't talk to me yet."

"Let me digest this."

Just then, the door to the lounge was pushed open again.

Mr. Zhang walked in with a thermos cup, beaming.

"Is Xiao Fang here?"

"Perfect timing, I have something to tell you..."

Before he could finish speaking, he saw that Sister Wang looked like she was about to faint.

Fang Yu then squatted down next to her.

He was holding a cucumber-flavored potato chip and fanning her.

Mr. Zhang paused in his steps.

"What happened?"

Sister Wang was too exhausted to explain.

She raised her hand shakily and pointed to the documents on the table.

Mr. Zhang looked in the direction she pointed.

When he saw the heading of the document and the signature "Preparatory Group for the Documentary 'Forbidden City'", the smile on his face instantly froze.

He walked quickly to the table.

I put the thermos on the table.

He then picked up the documents and temporary pass and began to read them word by word.

Letter Regarding Inviting Mr. Fang Yu to Participate in the Composition and Calligraphy of the Theme Song for the Documentary "Forbidden City".

Attached below are two temporary work passes with photos and identification information printed on them.

Certificate holder: Fang Yu.

Identity: Candidate creator for the theme song.

Accompanying person: Liu Yifei.

Identity: Core member of the field research team.

The permitted area includes the Palace Museum's regularly open areas, designated ancient building restoration work areas, and some palace areas that are not open to the public.

The entry time, route, and accompanying personnel are all arranged by the project team.

At the end of the document, there were two bright red stamps.

One from China Media Group.

The other one comes from the Palace Museum.