Running Man: the King of Korean Entertainment

"Hi!"

Jiang Haobai and customer service

Greeted.

Most of our employees knew this... and looked at this... handsome newcomer.

"Well, Jiang Haobai, why are you here?"

The customer service thought to himself that he was still on the phone not long ago, why did he come here.

"Something happened.

Oh, yes, the film and television planning department"

Jiang Haobai asked.

"What about the twelfth floor, you want to make a movie"

The customer service laughed.

"No, there is a script that I want to show to the company."

Jiang Haobai hurriedly wanted to leave.

At this moment, the smiling customer service lady bounced from the chair like a frightened bird, her face flushed red, and she bowed to Jiang Haobai: "Hello, President!"

Jiang Haobai was taken aback, what's the situation ""

Jiang Haobai nodded the head of the customer service staff, and found that she did not look up, and her eyes were still looking left and right.

"Do I have the temperament to be the president?"

Jiang Haobai twisted his tie, coughed, and walked upstairs with a smile, but found that the eyes of the people around him were a bit wrong.

"Cough cough!"

An authentic cough came from the vicissitudes of life, Jiang Haobai's body paused, and turned around to see, a middle-aged and elderly man with square glasses and gray hair was looking at him, wearing a pen suit, while the customer service girl bowed, It was this middle-aged man who had just walked behind him.

Jiang Haobai was very nervous in his heart, he had already guessed it, the president called by the customer service girl should have said it to the old man, then the old man was Jiang Haobai, who swallowed his saliva, thinking that most of his own business was necessary.

"President He!"

A group of staff bowed and saluted the old man.

"Really are!"

A black line flew through Jiang Hao's white brain.

The customer service looked at Jiang Haobai's embarrassed expression, and held back his smile.

"Hello, President."

Jiang Haobai also quickly greeted him with the etiquette of the celestial dynasty.

The person in front of him is the founder of the 497-style club and the current president, Ha Jinyeol, who is almost a legend in the radio and television industry by relying on one person to achieve the same status as this private broadcasting company.

"Hello, Jiang Haobai."

He Jinlie smiled and patted Jiang Haobai's shoulder.

"Just made you laugh."

Jiang Haobai touched his head embarrassingly, he was so embarrassed just now: 囧, in front of the real president, he didn't even know, "I heard what you said just now, it seems like you are here to discuss some script."

He Jinlie walked over to the elevator, Jiang Haobai followed, it seemed that he didn't need to go to the twelfth floor, success or failure directly depended on the president.

A photographer secretly discussed: "This kid is going to be scolded"

"No, the president really values ​​him, and I heard that he even personally wrote his promotional video."

Another post-editing staff expressed disbelief.

"The real and fake president personally took care of him and he didn't sign a long-term contract, why did he take care of him so much?"

"Brother, you bring [-]% ​​of the ratings to the stage to see"

That... the editor blocked him back with just one sentence.

"President, this is the script I wrote."

The ninth more!! Here, I would like to thank Qiu Shang, Bitter, Taeyeon, and others for their rewards! Thank you for your support! Chapter

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Chapter [-]: Bet!

Jiang Haobai followed He Jinlie to his office, Jiang Haobai explained his intention of coming, that is, he wanted to discuss cooperation matters.

"You Who Came From the Stars"

He Jinlie glanced at it and put down the printed version of the script.

Jiang Hao's heart skipped a beat, it's possible he didn't like it.

"Young man, you are very talented, but what do you mean by cooperation? Don't you just package the script directly?"

He Jinlie stared at Jiang Haobai's eyes.

Jiang Haobai smiled: "President, I'm going to do it myself, I wonder if you trust me"

"Oh, let's hear it."

The old man sat in the chair, he found that this young man was different from the other staff under him. Maybe it was not because of his direct subordinates. is an accident.

"I hired a producer myself to raise funds for this script. As the screenwriter, I hope to provide filming resources such as directors, professional equipment and venues for the filming of this drama, and the platform for the TV series to be broadcast is there. Of course, if the revenue from the ratings is very low, you can also choose to stop the broadcast, and I will unilaterally compensate the TV station for its losses.”

Jiang Haobai firmly stated his cooperation plan.

He Jinlie tapped the pen lightly on the table and said slowly, "You are very adventurous, I like it very much."

Jiang Haobai listened carefully.

I thought to myself and then Ha Jinyeol was still typing.

Jiang Haobai waited quietly. Maybe Mu Ziyuan can also provide a full set of shooting facilities, but this is a TV station. Give it to the TV station, the revenue will be taken away by the TV station, and you can't choose the broadcast time period.

"Well then, how about we make a bet"

He Jinlie's pen fell, and he looked at Jiang Haobai with deep eyes.

"um bet"

Jiang Haobai's eyes were suspicious.

"Well, dare you, boy."

"As long as the bet is not money, I dare."

Jiang Haobai joked.

"Well, I promise you that I will provide you with all the equipment you need for as long as you want to shoot, but the bet is that if the highest ratings of this TV series do not exceed [-]%, then you have to cooperate with The TV station signs a five-year contract and buys you out for five years, how about"

He Jinlie narrowed his eyes.

He thought to himself that it would be okay to lose some money, the important thing was Jiang Haobai, the first issue brought such a topical issue, he must keep him.

"Can!"

Contrary to He Jinlie's prediction, as soon as his voice landed in front of him... a newcomer from the Celestial Dynasty, he agreed! "You don't think about it."

He Jinlie reminded that during this year's contract, Jiang Haobai can only listen to the company's arrangements and cannot do whatever he wants, which is a hardship for many artists.

"Don't think about it, I'll take this bet! Thank you Chang!"

Jiang Haobai smiled. The system had already told him that "My Love from the Stars" had a maximum audience rating of 20%, so 15% would definitely be reached, so he had such great confidence.

But in He Jinyeol's view, a pure rookie who has the courage to guarantee the ratings, he has never seen it anyway.

"You are more and more appreciated by me."

He Jinlie couldn't help but praise him. He hadn't been so passionate for a long time. The older he got, the more he was pushed to the altar. Now that he is making a bet with a newcomer, he feels that the energy he used to fight for has returned.

"Little He, come here."

He Jinlie also had no ink, so he called his assistant and brought a document over.

"Have you decided?"

He Jinlie asked Jiang Haobai for the last time and handed him the contract.

"It's decided, thank the president for your support, and I will give my all for it!"

After reading the contract, Jiang Haobai really took care of him a lot, and even lent Chi Shizhen to him as an executive director. With the directing skills of senior Chi Shizhen, Jiang Haobai's TV series will be more perfect.

"Then president, I'll go first."

Jiang Haobai shook hands with the amiable and well-known He Jinlie, handed over the signed contract to him, and left the president's office.

"I don't understand this kid."

Ha Jinyeol thought about it, picked up the script of "My Love from the Star" and read it carefully with reading glasses.

After signing the contract, Jiang Haobai looked relaxed, and the old president also left a good impression on him, but this project is still early, at least the novel version of "My Love from the Star" must be published first.

Thinking of this, Jiang Haobai spent the rest of his time on coding, and did not give Cao Qian a chance to urge the draft. One afternoon and one night, he wrote twenty chapters and sent them to Cao Qian's mailbox.

"Jiang Haobai, don't you rest on Saturday?"

Cao Qian replied with a message, today is Saturday, he actually wrote code from 10 pm to [-]:[-] pm, working harder than a full-time writer.

"There is no rest for web novels!"

Jiang Haobai smiled and typed this line and fell on the bed.

上

On Sunday morning, Jiang Haobai got on the bus to Gwangju to prepare for the second recording.

"Hello, sister Cui Xueli?"

Jiang Haobai called Cui Xueli after arriving in Gwangju, and he agreed to take her to play, so he couldn't break his promise, and it just happened to book their hotel.