The conference room, with its bright and clean windows, was shrouded in a lifeless atmosphere.
Except for the one in the first seat, everyone¡¯s face was not good-looking, showing a sense of helpless dejection.
Luo Feng traveled for two days and finally signed a few artists, but he still frowned.
"Mr. Luo, the situation is still very serious. Moreover, companies in the industry are laughing at you after knowing who you have signed."
Now that things have come to a point, Luo Feng has no choice but to tell the truth.
An Xin¡¯s eye circles are also a little dark, and he is obviously very tired: ¡°The public opinion on the Internet is getting worse and worse. You used to have some supporters, but noweven the supporters have dispersed.¡±
It was all bad news, but Luo Xiaobai looked at the online comments leisurely as if nothing had happened, without any trace of despair on his face.
??Everyone looks at me and I look at you, and I don¡¯t know whether their boss is really too big-hearted or has no brains and doesn¡¯t know how to do business at all.
Is it possible that her previous achievements were all bluffs?
Luo Feng and An Xin looked at each other and asked proactively: "Mr. Luo, if this continues, we will have to close down before we even open."
Luo Xiaobai said "huh?" "Isn't there a newly signed artist?"
Luo Feng smiled bitterly: "There are still artists, but it's useless if we don't have the resources. Besides, those few artists won't sign with us if they can find the resources."
For them, it was just a desperate experiment.
Luo Xiaobai rubbed the tip of a gel pen between his hair, pondered for a few seconds, and then spoke.
"Ask those artists to come see me in the afternoon. In addition, the marketing department and the supervision department will check the Internet these two days to see what activities young people like the most. There will be a meeting in two days and report to me."
An Xin vaguely sensed hope: "Mr. Luo, do you have any plans?"
Luo Xiaobai raised his lips and smiled: "Let me take a look at those artists first."
However, it was just after noon and Tang Zhiyi ran into Luo Xiaobai's office in a panic before the artists arrived at the company.
"Boss, something happened! Someone, someone" After several hesitations, she gritted her teeth and said, "It's that uncle of yours who is sitting quietly downstairs. He even poured gasoline around him and threatened to commit suicide"
Luo Xiaobai suddenly raised his head: "He Yuancheng, are you downstairs?"
When she was in City C, she put He Yuancheng's phone number on the blacklist. Unexpectedly, this person actually chased her over?
It seems that Qiao Yuan is indeed from Xu Jingzhou and has not escaped.
Tang Zhiyi was so anxious that she almost cried: "Boss, don't worry about the company's affairs. It's not a trivial matter. That person called so many reporters, and they were all live broadcast!"
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Luo Xiaobai was too lazy to go down. When he heard that there was a live broadcast, he simply turned on his computer and entered the live broadcast room.
In the high-definition live broadcast room, He Yuancheng was dressed in tatters. In the winter, his exposed skin was so cold that his exposed skin turned blue.
He faced the camera, first crying with runny nose and then tears. After complaining about his bitter feelings for a long time, he got up from the ground without any sign of Luo Xiaobai.
Lifting up the gasoline barrel next to him, he poured gasoline on himself.
The pungent smell spread among the crowd, and everyone was so frightened that they quickly backed away, fearing that the oil would splash on themselves and cause further harm.
He Yuancheng finished pouring the oil, threw the gasoline barrel away with a bang, and looked for a random shot with a sad look on his face.
"Xiaobai, although my entire life was ruined because of your father, I have never blamed you from the time you appeared until now. I know that you are a victim like me.
I just want to be able to depend on you for the rest of my life. After all, we are the only ones left in the He family.
Uncle, it¡¯s not about money! If you are afraid of what your uncle is trying to do to you, your uncle can write a letter of guarantee. I absolutely don't want a penny from you. As long as I can see you every day, listen to you talk, and see you get married and have children, my uncle will be satisfied.
¡°Can¡¯t you agree to such a simple request? "(Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com