"You idiot! Who told you that you are trash?" The elder cursed with regret..

These two big bags of things are not garbage? Why are you so sad? Wang Chen doesn’t understand.

"Then what is this?"

Mr. Zhang walked forward proudly and opened the snakeskin bag. Wang Chen finally knew what it was.

"Old Zhang, are you robbing the post office? Otherwise, where did so many letters come from?" Wang Chen thought he didn't understand. Nowadays, there are still people who send letters? It's too exaggerated.

In his impression, the post office post office mailbox was still dusty, is there anyone writing letters?

"Idiot, this is all a letter from fans to you!"

I'll go! Letter to me? What's going on? Wang Chen was stunned.

Seeing Wang Chen in a daze, Mr. Zhang felt very happy, it was really great. So he laughed and said, "How about it? Are you excited? Hehe, these are all for you, I guess there will be more in the future."

Wang Chen couldn't understand: "Why did they write to me? They even sent it here."

"Didn't your album be published by our company? People will know the address of our company just by checking it. As for why they send it to you, it's nothing more than just how much you like you, and then introduce yourself and ask for dates. Of course, there are also things that tell you about your worries." After all, Huacheng Entertainment was once popular. When the company was very [***] back then, there were many fans and movie fans who sent things to their company's artists. Mr. Zhang still knew a little about these things.

Afterwards, before Wang Chen had time to enter the editing room, he first processed the pair of letters. Finally, he went to Weibo to thank everyone for supporting them. Then, he handed over all these troubles to Mr. Zhang and the others.

Just when he wanted to go to the editing room, he was stopped by Dad Xie this time.

"Do you smoke?" Xie Haoran took out the cigarette and asked Wang Chen with an elder style.

There were some people who came to play with it. Wang Chen really didn't know how to slap this, so he refused.

Xie Haoran did not force himself, but sucked himself, took a sip, and asked, "It's so good to be young."

Wang Chen was stunned when he heard this. Why do people nowadays want to sigh at their youth?

"Uncle Xie is not old either."

Xie Haoran shook his head: "Uncle is old, he has a lot of white hair recently."

Wang Chen looked at his thick black hair and said in his heart: "Xie Jiaming's ability to talk lies with his eyes open, probably learned it from his father. Well, this genetics is really good."

After thinking about it, Wang Chen asked, "Does Uncle have any trouble?"

Xie Haoran waited for this sentence, so he said readily: "Yes, there are too many."

Wang Chen stopped talking because he felt that this thing was not something he could help.

Wang Chen will wait for this sentence, but this guy didn't answer it. Xie Haoran was so anxious that he had to say to himself: "Nuncle now has a headache, this is the case of shooting MV..."

Wang Chen understood at this time that his feelings were asking whether he wanted to shoot MV for his new album.

"Uncle Xie, this MV is not profitable even if it is filmed. The record market is so recession now, what is there to shoot?" Wang Chen said the truth. People who sell your CDs may not pay for your MV album.

Xie Haoran shook his head: "Actually, it's not what you think. MV is really not profitable anymore. This is a promotion, and the promotion of the record is for fans. In other words, this is to stabilize your popularity."

Wang Chen was stunned. There was something like this? Is it considered me? Is this great?

In fact, this is a win-win situation. The singers are popular and the company has also promoted them. When they launch something, when others see what you sell, they will think that it must be good, so they will take a look.

Wang Chen thought for a while: "Okay, if I have time, I can do it here. However, for those scripts and those of MV directors, I'll bother uncle at that time."

Xie Haoran was anxious: "Don't you know how to shoot yourself? Just direct and act yourself."

Until this moment, Wang Chen finally understood what was going on. Damn, it turned out that I was asking me to take pictures by myself. This old guy is indeed black.

However, after thinking about it, I wrote those songs myself and knew the stories best. It was indeed more suitable to shoot them by myself, so I agreed. However, Wang Chen had no time to shoot MV at this time, because the arrangements behind it were full.

After attending the celebration banquet, the signing party, followed by the shooting of new works... I have to do a lot of things myself.

If it weren't for the courses in media creativity, the school would be happy to see that they had so many grades, so they gave them so many holidays. If it were other majors, they would have to attend classes, so where would they have time to shoot this thing?

Xie Haoran looked at Wang Chen's back, took a puff of cigarette, and sighed in his heart: "It's good to be young."

Soon, the editing work began. Although there was no help from Ye Zi's team this time, fortunately there were people from Xie Jiaming's father's company to help. During the editing project, everyone kept discussing it and spent a day cutting out this micro-TV series that was more than 20 minutes a year.

Then, I worked overtime again and found out that I could complete the work before I flew to the capital.

This time, not only ten people from the media major went to Beijing, but even the shooting team went together. Of course, Wang Chen and the others paid for the extra air tickets.

Just as Wang Chen and others were flying to the capital, on a late flight, Mo Ran looked at his third brother and smiled helplessly when he saw him not wanting to leave.

"Brother, this is what the old man means, and I can't do anything about it."

Mo Chen glared at Mo Ran: "If Mo Xiao hadn't been talking nonsense with the old man, would I have to go back?"

When Mo Ran thought of Mo Xiao, he was helpless: "Xiao Xiao is still young, so you can make more of it."

Mo Chen was dissatisfied with this sentence: "It's already twenty-one, and I'm still young? I said, "The fourth brother, you are spoiled by her, sooner or later you will spoil him."

For some reason, when Mo Ran felt strange when he heard Gao Mochen say such things. This guy who has been in trouble can also say spoiled things? Isn’t it too funny?

"Okay, just go through security check. Go back and tell the old man that when Mo Mo can be transferred to the doctor here, we will go back."
Chapter completed!