Seo Fei carefully observed Leng Zimo’s expression, knowing that the look on his face was definitely not a guise. Moreover, this man had never been one to enjoy pretending.
"Dropping Lip"?!
Leng Zimo repeated the na of this song in his mind once again. Suddenly, a lody popped into his head, and his head started aching again.
"Damn it!"
He annoyingly put down the files in his hand and held his temples.
"President Leng?" Seo Fei saw the pained frown on his face, and hurried over, "Are you okay?!"
Seeing him fish out a bottle of dicine from his pocket, Seo Fei hurried to get him a glass of water.
"Are you feeling unwell? What is this dicine?"
"It’s nothing." Leng Zimo held his temples and lifted his face, "Whose song did you say ’Dropping Lip’ is?"
Seo Fei certainly didn’t dare to ntion Luo Xiaoqian’s na in front of him, hastening to change her words instead, "Oh, I made a mistake. It’s not ’Dropping Lip,’ it’s Qingyan’s ’Pointing Vermilion Lips.’
Qingyan is a new-generation singer under Emperor View, ’Pointing Vermilion Lips’ is his song.
"Qingyan is just a second-tier singer; his matters don’t require my decision."
At Emperor View, singers and entertainers were strictly ranked. Only the affairs of the first-ranking singers and actors would be handled by him personally.
Leng Zimo put down the files in his hand and walked to the floor-to-ceiling window. The analgesic hadn’t taken effect yet, and his head was still throbbing. In such tis, it was naturally impossible for him to continue working.
Seo Fei looked at the bottle on the table and walked over worriedly, "You’re taking painkillers. Is it a headache?"
"I want to be alone for a while." Leng Zimo’s voice was cold.
Every ti he had a headache, he would beco inexplicably irritated.
"Then I’ll directly respond to the copyright departnt and let them make the decision." Seo Fei was afraid of angering him and didn’t dare ask more. "I’ve already compiled the information about the candidates for ’Huaxia Idol.’ If you’re not feeling well, how about we discuss it later?"
"It’s okay, go ahead and prepare."
Leng Zimo waved his hand with his back to her, and Seo Fei turned and walked out of his office.
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An hour later, in the office of EM Records.
The few mbers of the ’Huaxia Idol’ working group were all present. When they saw Leng Zimo and Seo Fei walk in from the door, they imdiately stood up.
Since the first season five years ago, the talent show ’Huaxia Idol’ had been held on schedule every year. After Xu Xia and Luo Xiaoqian, nearly every year’s ’Huaxia Idol’ would turn out one or two outstanding singers, bringing a batch of lively newcors to EM Records. Now, ’Huaxia Idol’ had beco a prosperous avenue for young people to achieve fa and embark on a musical career.
Leng Zimo also attached great importance to this event; he would always participate in the annual second selection.
This year’s ’Huaxia Idol’ had an unprecedented number of applicants. Just for the Beijing Competition Area alone, there were tens of thousands of applicants. After more than a week of sorting, the working group selected 102 candidates from the ten thousand participants.
With five years of experience, the rules had undergone so revisions. Today’s eting was to review the selection of half of these hundred-plus candidates to enter the semi-final process. Those with potential would be directly signed by EM.
"Let’s begin."
Sitting at the head of the desk, Leng Zimo spoke calmly.
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