Rebirth of Gold Star Broker

Lin Feng took a taxi to the Starlight Bar.

Wang Yangsheng happened to be backstage preparing to perform on stage tonight.

He is already well-known in the bar street, like a starlet, and scouts have even scouted him these days.

However, Wang Yangsheng was not tempted and still chose to believe in Lin Feng.

According to himself, he felt that Lin Feng's ability to write the song "Those Flowers" showed that he was a person who understood music and loved music.

He hopes to work with people who understand music and love music.

Lin Feng found that this guy's temperament was really a bit like the Pu Mu in his pre-rebirth world, so asking him to sing "Those Flowers" is not considered a burial of this song.

Talk about going to Haicheng University to participate in the program selection tomorrow night, Wang Yangsheng said that he will definitely participate in the selection tomorrow night.

For this opportunity, he was overwhelmed.

After chatting about tomorrow's affairs, Lin Feng left.

He still has a lot of things to do, and he has no leisure time to listen to music in bars.

Just as he was about to take a taxi home, the cell phone in his pocket rang.

Lin Feng took out his mobile phone and looked at the caller ID: Fatty.

Fatty, who is it?

Reborn in this body, Lin Feng only knows who is handed over at work these days, and knows nothing about other social relationships and social situations.

Now a fat man popped out suddenly, making Lin Feng a little confused.

He took a deep breath and pressed the answer button.

A very rough voice came from the phone: "Crazy, come out for a drink."

madman?It should be Lin Feng.

Lin Feng thought for a while and said, "I'm sorry, I was hit on the head by something when I went to the TV drama filming site two days ago, and I can't remember many things clearly. Who are you?"

Hearing this, the other end of the phone was silent for a while.

In the next second, the rough voice howled loudly.

"You heartless, you actually played amnesia with me, did you have a new love, didn't you agree to be each other's guardian angel?"

Hearing the words from the phone, Lin Feng's eyes widened.

No way.

God, don't scare me.

Don't tell me, the original owner of this body...how about that?

.................

Half an hour later, at a supper stall.

Lin Feng sat face to face with a fat man who was about his age.

Lin Feng was looking at the fat man speechlessly.

The fat man held grilled chicken wings in one hand and lamb kidneys in the other, and his mouth was full of oil.

The skewers ordered in front of us are piled up like a hill.

Seeing that Lin Feng didn't move in front of him, he hurriedly greeted: "Crazy, eat, why don't you eat it? I also specially ordered a few more strings of your favorite lamb kidneys."

Lin Feng said lightly: "I have no appetite."

He put down the skewer in his hand, picked up a bottle of beer and took a sip in his mouth.

"Ah, comfortable."

The fat man let out a long sigh of relief.

Seeing Lin Feng's listless face, he was instantly happy.

"Brother, are you still depressed? I'm kidding you, don't be so serious."

Lin Feng stared: "A joke? I was almost scared to death by you."

He was really scared to death by the fat man in front of him just now.

If there really was a "chrysanthemum wound all over the ground", Lin Feng would not know how to deal with it.

Fortunately, this is just a joke.

The fat man clasped his hands together and apologized again and again: "Dude, I was wrong, I was really wrong, I apologized for the third time, so don't worry about it."

Lin Feng rolled his eyes at him, but was still speechless.

The fat man quickly changed the topic.

"By the way, do you really lose your memory?"

"Yeah, on the set of a TV series, my head was touched by a falling prop, and I couldn't remember many things after that."

Lin Feng could only use this reason to conceal his identity as a time traveler.

Who let his system not inform him of the situation of the original owner, he could only grope bit by bit.

The fat man sighed, and said, "It's fine if you lose your memory. If you lose your memory, you can forget a lot of troubles. The biggest problem with people is that they have too good a memory."

"Wang Jiawei?"

"What Wang Jiawei?" The fat man looked at Lin Feng in a daze.

Lin Feng shook his head: "Nothing."

The fat man didn't care about Wang Jiawei either, he took out one cigarette from a pack of cigarettes on the table, and gave another one to Lin Feng.

The fat man lit a cigarette, took a puff, and said, "Oh, lunatic, if I don't call you out tonight to play with me, I think I will really be suffocated during this time."

Lin Feng picked up the cigarette that the fat man handed over, lit it and took a puff, and said, "I see you have a good appetite tonight."

After speaking, he glanced at the pile of bones and bamboo sticks piled up on the table.

"Don't pay attention to the details." The fat man blushed.

"Tell me what happened."

Lin Feng also happened to be free, and wanted to hear what happened to the first person in the world who asked him out.

"What do I do, do you remember?"

Lin Feng shook his head. When he came to see Fatty just now, he was thinking about asking about the "chrysanthemum bruises all over the ground", and he didn't ask Fatty about his job.

"It seems that you really lost your memory."

"Forget it, let me introduce myself. My name is Du Wei, the producer of the city TV station. Of course, the word "internship" must be added before the producer."

"Are you a producer?" Lin Feng's spirit immediately came when he heard this occupation.

"Yes, this is my business card, I'll give you one."

Du Wei took out a business card from his business card holder and handed it to Lin Feng.

Lin Feng took it and glanced at the information above: Haicheng TV Station, intern producer, Du Wei, contact number 152xxxxxx58.

He put away his business card, smiled and said, "Producer, the profession with the highest gold content in the TV station, what troubles do you have?"

"Oh, don't make fun of me."

Then, Fatty Du told Lin Feng about the troubles he was encountering now.

It turns out that the TV stations in the city are all under the responsibility of the producers, and they are divided into different time periods. For example, the prime time from noon to night has been divided up by the old people in the station. As a producer who has just joined the unit, the front Also add the word trainee.

I can only pick up some unwanted ones.

The stage handed over the rubbish time from [-]:[-] am to [-]:[-] am, a trainee producer who had just entered the stage and had no background.

From twelve o'clock in the morning to two o'clock in the morning.

Most people are asleep at this time, either watching other TV stations, or playing computer and mobile phones.

Who would turn on this not very well-known municipal TV station to watch the early morning program.

In this era of Internet and mobile phones, TV programs are no longer as popular as they were more than ten years ago.

Producers are responsible for their own time slots. In addition to pursuing ratings, they also have to assess the advertising investment situation.

The fat man sighed and said, "My buddy, in order to increase the ratings, I deliberately broadcast swimsuit catwalks at that time. Who would have thought that someone would write to the station and complain about me, saying that I am immoral, and broadcasting these nonsense things to teach me?" Bad children affect the social atmosphere. I just want to ask whose children stay up in the middle of the night and get up to watch the swimsuit catwalk."

"Dude, tell me, is it easy for me?"

The fat man is full of bitterness now, so it's no wonder that he came out to find Lin Feng to express his bitterness.

After hearing what the fat man said, Lin Feng's eyes lit up.

Because he has keenly captured some key information.