Shattering the talent show script, sweeping the world film scene

Tomato platform.

Dong Siming is arguing with Song Zhiyue.

That damn woman, for no reason at all, suggested to the leadership that Gu Zhoubai take a break from variety shows and tours, go find a music teacher to improve his singing skills, and adjust his mindset. What's there to improve? What's there to adjust? He's already good enough as he is, enough to satisfy the fans.

That new song couldn't even get nominated for the Bronze Award. This is clearly a case of these music awards discriminating against idol songs. Why bother going down a road that's already blocked?

Song Zhiyue slammed her hand on the table: "You're having fans crowdfund to buy songs for Gu Zhoubai! This is practically ruining him! Dong Siming, Gu Zhoubai's performance has clearly declined significantly lately because of this. Instead of trying to remedy the situation, you want him to do five or six events a week? Are you trying to work him to death?"

Dong Siming felt guilty for a moment, then glared fiercely at Liang Ke, who was complaining beside him, and pointed at her nose, yelling, "Liang Ke, I knew you were bored and had nothing better to do the other day! You didn't want to be an agent, so you wanted to lower yourself to be an assistant. Turns out you came here to be a spy..."

Song Zhiyue raised her voice: "Put your hand down! Liang Ke's transfer is because the leadership has high expectations for Gu Zhoubai and wants to cultivate a top idol, but look what you've done!"

"What did I do? I just used Gu Zhoubai's everyday photos to raise money for buying songs. If this kid hadn't kept saying he wanted an original version, would I have done this? What kind of crowdfunding is this? The fans got what they wanted, didn't they?"

Dong Siming looked completely at ease.

Song Zhiyue trembled with anger: "We can provide everyday photos, but we can't charge money for them. Big fans can sell everyday photos and share the profits with us, but you can't act as a big fan and sell photos directly! Where do you put Gu Zhoubai's face?"

Dong Siming is always so eager for quick success and instant benefits, and he has all sorts of shady dealings.

These actions may have made money for the artists and the platform in the short term, but they also cut off the artists' potential for advancement.

Dong Siming sneered: "You think you can lead people? Then show me! Can you earn 50 million for the company? 50 million in six months, 100 million in a year, can you do that?"

"Given the time it takes you to film variety shows, three to five months, how much do you invest? And how much do you get in return? Song Zhiyue, you produce variety shows, I produce artists, let's not try to tell each other what to do, okay?"

"Wait until you can achieve what I have through variety shows, then you can say my methods of training people are wrong," Dong Siming glanced at Liang Ke disdainfully and said, "Gu Zhoubai's schedule remains the same. You can either ignore it or get lost."

Dong Siming swaggered away.

The door slammed shut.

Liang Ke said angrily, "Sister Song, Dong Siming is a real jerk. Gu Zhoubai was sick with a fever, and he still made him perform in the rain. After the performance, he played the victim on Weibo. The gifts he prepared were just five or ten yuan worth of stuff. Only after he found out how he got his new song did he ask me for help to get his money back. Now he can't even get his own account back..."

Song Zhiyue rubbed her temples and said, "This is a ticking time bomb; it's bound to explode sooner or later. But Dong Siming's intentions are very clear: he just wants to make quick money, so he doesn't care if it explodes in two or three years..."

"What should we do then!" Liang Ke sighed.

Song Zhiyue turned her head to look at the document on the table, which read "Actor Training Class".

Dong Siming's words made her make up her mind.

Producing variety shows on the Tomato platform doesn't earn enough money.

That's a million-dollar annual salary! Who could refuse a million-dollar annual salary?

As for Dong Siming's claim of "one hundred million a year," Song Zhiyue looked down on ill-gotten gains.

"President Jiang, I agree, but I need some time to hand over my work."

Song Zhiyue sent a voice message, and the other party quickly called back, saying, "Please bring Director Cai and Wang Tengteng with you when you leave, Producer Song."

Song Zhiyue was slightly surprised, then understood and smiled, "Cai Fu sees things more clearly than I do."

Jiangxi Heng said considerately, "Producer Song has a lot to consider, which is understandable."

Song Zhiyue felt relieved after hearing this. After hesitating for a moment, she walked to the side and briefly explained Gu Zhoubai's situation: "We have an artist on our platform who has been assigned a manager by his superiors... President Jiang, if you were in this situation, what would you do?"

Jiangxi Heng said something from the other side.

Song Zhiyue listened with a complicated expression, hung up the phone, and then saw Liang Ke's conflicted look.

"What's wrong?"

Liang Ke: "Sister Song, are you leaving the platform? You were doing just fine here!"

"What a load of crap," Song Zhiyue said elegantly, then proceeded to recount, "I work like a slave for the platform producing variety shows, guaranteed at least two a year, which is worth at least hundreds of millions. But the salary I actually receive is only a paltry five or six hundred thousand."

This was the result of her best efforts to salvage the situation.

"President Jiang talked to me about profit sharing, but what did the higher-ups here talk to me about? Insincere sincerity."

Song Zhiyue tidied up the documents on the table and said, "If you're planning to retire, this platform is good, but I'm not that old yet."

Liang Kena nodded.

Song Zhiyue quickly drafted her resignation letter and began the handover process.

She said earnestly to Liang Ke, "Last time you told the leader that you didn't want to lead any more tours and put all your eggs in one basket with Gu Zhoubai. But now, you should be able to see the situation more clearly. Gu Zhoubai is in dire straits himself. I have a plan."

She paused for a moment, then gave the advice she had heard from Jiangxi Heng.

"You took the initiative to expose the matter, created a fake account to separate Gu Zhoubai from this incident, and made him apologize, explain, compensate, and guarantee..."

Liang Ke was startled: "It can be like this?"

Song Zhiyue hadn't expected Jiangxi Heng's method to be so decisive.

But upon closer reflection, isn't this person someone who faces all sorts of perilous situations, makes a comeback from desperate circumstances, and rebuilds from the ashes?

She patted Liang Ke on the shoulder: "Leave this to Gu Zhoubai to decide. Tell him to think about the situation Jiangxi Heng faced two years ago, and then think about what Xie Xingyan would choose if it were him."

Gu Zhoubai is not unintelligent.

But during his years abroad, he developed the ability to read people's expressions and disguise himself, and became less "sincere" and less impeccable.

He was blinded by the road ahead, lost his judgment, and after his friend left, he fell into a dull numbness.

This is what led to this result.

But then Song Zhiyue thought again, "General Jiang has struggled for ten years without making any progress. He hasn't even reached that level yet, but he still retains the sincerity of a young person and the judgment of an adult. Look how pleasant his words are and how wonderful his actions are! Why can't you do the same?"

They're a few years younger than you.

Song Zhiyue pulled out a fountain pen and quickly signed her name on the documents and contracts.

Such an outstanding young man will become my own benefactor, no, my boss.