Chapter 342 Do You Understand, or Does He Understand?

Because he was still holding coffee in his hand, in order to prevent the coffee from spilling, Zhang Yuwen could only turn sideways and push the door open with his shoulder when he opened the door.

"Where on earth has this kid Zhao Jinle gone!"

After struggling to get in, Zhang Yuwen was secretly annoyed, but it was not the time to blame Zhao Jinle yet. Wu Changqin was waiting for him inside!

Thinking like this, Zhang Yuwen walked towards the room, but as soon as he looked up, he realized something was wrong. Why were there so many people in this room?

Glancing over, Zhang Yuwen was shocked again. Aren't these the same people just now? Why did Wu Changqin come here?

When doubts arose in his heart, Zhang Yuwen suddenly saw a familiar figure from behind.

"Xiao Zhao?" After seeing Zhao Jinle turn to look at him and then turn around, Zhang Yuwen frowned and asked, "Why are you here? Why don't you come over to get your coffee!"

"..."

Zhang Yuwen's voice attracted everyone else's attention, but Zhao Jinle was the only one who still stood there, with his head lowered and his back turned to him, without any movement, as if his name was not Zhao Jinle.

"You don't want me to throw it away!"

Zhang Yuwen felt that his face was dull. With so many people watching, it didn't matter that he couldn't command Zhao Jinle, but what did it mean that Zhao Jinle didn't even look at him?

"Teacher Zhang, throw it away. I'm not thirsty."

Just when Zhang Yuwen's face became increasingly ugly, Zhao Jinle finally spoke, but the content of his words never occurred to him.

After looking confused, Zhang Yuwen's whole body was shaking with anger.

Taking a deep breath, Zhang Yuwen suppressed the anger in his heart. He could not and did not dare to get angry, at least not now.

"Old Wang, come on, throw away these two cups of coffee."

Zhang Yuwen held back his anger and walked to another acquaintance and handed over the coffee in his hand.

When he went to see Lao Wang, he wanted to press his whole body against him, but this time he didn't even look at him, let alone the two cups of coffee in his hand!

This time Zhang Yuwen was really angry, but the fire did not last long before it went out again, because he seemed to have seen some clues.

The current state of these two people is very similar to that of his son who made mistakes. Whenever he got angry, his son would not dare to do anything and would just stand at attention and listen to his criticism.

But why did these two people admit their mistake?

Zhang Yuwen looked forward, and happened to meet Wu Changqin's eyes.

"Is it possible that these two people caused something and were caught by Wu Changqin?"

While thinking this, Zhang Yuwen stepped away from the two of them, walked to the side and threw the coffee in the trash can.

When he turned around and was about to sit next to Wu Changqin, he suddenly heard Wu Changqin's voice.

"You are an interviewer and a general manager, you have nothing to do, right? You don't maintain the order of the scene, you don't discover the audition talents, and you come here to embarrass others? Is this what I told you?"

Listening to Wu Changqin's suppressed angry voice, Zhang Yuwen's original idea of ​​sitting next to him suddenly disappeared. He turned around and glanced at the seat next to him and sat down.

"Have I ever said, what are the conditions for this audition? Why deviate from the rules I set? Look at who you are recruiting. Either handsome guys or beautiful women? Their singing skills are directly proportional to their appearance. Really? If not, what do you want to do by doing this, do you want to be a planner or a director? If you don’t want to sit in the interviewer’s seat, then don’t sit there!”

When Wu Changqin said something sharp, Zhang Yuwen, who had just touched his buttocks on the stool, immediately stood up again as if he had been stabbed.

Although Wu Changqin never looked at him from beginning to end, nor did he mention him by name, he was the chief interviewer!

These sentences are not so much scolding Zhao Jinle as they are pointing at Zhang Yuwen's nose and scolding him!

At this point, he couldn't even speak.

"Haha, Director Wu, you misunderstood. This is not what you think."

Zhang Yuwen laughed dryly, and when Wu Changqin turned his gaze over, he began to explain.

"Our criteria for selecting candidates are not handsome boys and beautiful girls. We listened carefully to each contestant's performance, but after each interview, the level of these people is better, and it just so happens that the people who can pass are generally They all look pretty good, so at first glance they are all handsome guys and pretty girls.”

The more Zhang Yuwen talked, the more confident he became, and he seemed to feel that there was nothing wrong with what he did.

"Oh? So you mean, among those who failed, none of them meet the conditions I mentioned?"

Wu Changqin sneered.

"I can't guarantee that there isn't one, but 99% of them are inconsistent."

Zhang Yuwen said with some pride.

"Then tell me what's going on with the old man next to you."

Wu Changqin pointed to the old farmer next to him who had been watching the show and said.

Seeing this scene, Zhang Yuwen's face twitched.

"Director Wu, although this old man can sing a few voices, his level is really not that good. Don't listen to some incomprehensible people. What do they know?"

As Zhang Yuwen spoke, he glared at Chen Shuren fiercely.

If I had known, I would have had this guy kicked out just now, otherwise this thing wouldn't have happened.

"Haha, you mean he doesn't understand, do you?"

Wu Changqin laughed angrily, reached out and threw the work permit on the table towards Zhang Yuwen.

"Show me what's written on it!"

Zhang Yuwen hurriedly took the work permit and then looked over it doubtfully.

When he saw the words 'chief planner, Chen Shuren', he froze on the spot.

Whose work badge is this?

Besides Lao Wang and Zhao Jinle, who else here has a work license?

The figure next to Wu Changqin flashed across Zhang Yuwen's mind.

Thinking of the figure that made him too lazy to take another look, he suddenly felt that the blood in his body stopped flowing and his body became cold.

He didn't know how long it took, but when he raised his stiff neck and looked at the young man wearing a mask, he suddenly understood what happened today.

If he were Chen Shuren, then all this would make sense.

But why is he Chen Shuren?

Why!

Zhang Yuwen squeezed the work permit in his hand tightly and wanted to say something, but couldn't.

Before today, when he was gathering with friends, the most common question he was asked was, "Lao Zhang, are you working in that variety show planned by Chen Shuren?"

As a result, he often enjoyed food, drinks, and popularity.

He also once thought that he would meet Chen Shuren in the future, take a photo with him, and then make all his friends envious.

But now...how did it end up like this?

"Zhang Yuwen, tell me, you understand, or he understands!"

Zhang Yuwen wanted to refute, but after thinking for a long time, he couldn't think of anything to refute.

Chen Shuren is the planner, and he came up with all the programs.

Chen Shuren is a good musician, and his musical literacy is far behind him.

Chen Shuren is the director of the variety show department, and his status in the company is unmatched by him.

So, Zhang Yuwen spoke.

"He understands, I don't."

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