"Understood, understood, thank you, President Gu, for your guidance." Weng Lan quickly nodded in gratitude.
An agent signing an artist depends entirely on their conscience.
Weng Lan was an old hand, eager to make quick profits and do big things, her conscience had long been lost. She had always used contracts like this to control her artists, never expecting to bang her head against President Gu's iron wall, truly a year of bad luck...
Gu Yuan glanced at Yi Shu: "You have something to say?"
Yi Shu was nervous: "I, I have something to discuss with Weng Lan."
Gu Yuan stood up and left the space for the two of them: "Then you two chat."
As soon as Gu Yuan left, Weng Lan's legs, which had been striving to hold up, suddenly went soft, and she quickly called out: "Yi Shu, support me, Yi Shu, support me."
Yi Shu's sharp eyes and swift hands supported Weng Lan.
