Author: Yuecanglang

"SM's girl group F(x) has added a new member, Cui Xueli, a trainee for 4 years, who is..."

The truth became Sulli and officially joined F(x), starting her idol career.

Li Zhenyu also received the good news from her immediately.

"Congratulations, your dream has come true."

Cui Xueli laughed happily and said: "Oppa, I will work hard..."

Shirley's group positioning is that she is a talented girl.

She writes songs, and the company wants her to be a songwriter in the group.

But Shirley herself didn't have much confidence, but she didn't have the courage to refuse the president's arrangement.

Li Zhenyu immediately said, "Oppa will teach you, just come to me."

You don't need to ask to know that your relationship with Shirley has been discovered.

It was too easy for Uncle Man to trick her. How could the little girl outsmart the old fox?

Looking at South Korea, who can compare to him in terms of song writing?

What Uncle Man wants is not a talented girl at all, but to get a golden song suitable for F(x) from him through Shirley.

His little girlfriend has become the idol of a fool's family. Should he, as a man, also express his feelings?

Li Zhenyu doesn't care, just one or two songs like this.

Anyway, he has an endless supply of songs in his hands now. Those songs that are not suitable for SNSD and T-ara’s positioning can only be left to gather dust in KCC.

SNSD and T-ara should also put more pressure on each other and look further ahead.

Don’t always keep an eye on your fellow juniors and sisters in the company...

Every time he thinks about SNSD competing with T-ara, Li Zhenyu gets a headache.

These little girls are really going to be beaten to tears by their own people.

When the time comes, as the president, who should he comfort?

"Hey, why do you always cause trouble for me?"

Li Zhenyu shook his head helplessly, somewhat understanding Uncle Man's difficulty.

This time, Uncle Man finally wanted to win the game, so let's give him a chance.

If he continues to be so desperate, it's time for Uncle Man to retire early.

How boring would Korean entertainment be without him?

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Five days later, when Li Zhenyu boarded a plane to go to the country, SNSD also took a plane to Neon.

This time, they will carry out two-month activities in Neon.

Yoon Hye Na is in contact with Universal. If everything goes well, SNSD can start their first tour in Neon next year.

In Li Zhenyu's plan, he wants to bypass all brokerage companies.

But in the end, he found that this idea was naive.

There are too many people who want a piece of the neon market.

As the forefront of Asian music and fashion, it is not just South Korea that is eyeing it, mainland China, Hong Kong Island and Taiwan are also actively integrating into it.

If Z Entertainment refuses to cooperate with local entertainment, it will be attacked by both local and South Korean companies.

Especially the outstanding achievements that SNSD has achieved now, it has become a thorn in the side and a thorn in the flesh of almost everyone.

Either join or perish.

"The terms of cooperation must be as detailed as possible, involving the members' development and positioning, autonomy, etc., and strive for them as much as possible."

After getting on the plane, Li Zhenyu was still talking to Yin Huina.

At this time, she had arrived in Tokyo and was on her way to Neon World.

After explaining the details, Li Zhenyu put down his phone and enjoyed the journey.

"Brother, you are very concerned about Girls' Generation. Let's talk about them... uh huh..."

Zhao Yingjun was lying on the sofa, showing a weird smile that every man would understand.

"Go to sleep! You rotten banana."

Li Zhenyu grabbed the pillow at his feet and smashed it directly.

Catching the pillow and stuffing it into his arms, Zhao Yingjun said reluctantly, "Brother, tell me!"

He is really curious about how many of the nine SNSD members are free.

Li Zhenyu took the champagne from the stewardess and lay on the pillow with his eyes closed, "Don't think about it, it's all mine."

"Nine?" Zhao Yingjun's eyes widened.

"Yeah, nine."

In front of him, Li Zhenyu didn't use it at all and would not hide it.

"...Brother, I'm so envious!"

Zhao Yingjun's eyes turned red with envy, why, why?

He also wants to engage in entertainment and become a president.

"Brother, how about we switch. I promise, I won't touch anyone now."

"Handsome!"

"Um?"

"The water here is too deep, and your small body can't handle it."

Zhao Yingjun threw his body back into the sofa with a ghostly look on his face, turned around, and went to sleep.

"Brother, you have hurt my self-esteem."

After a moment, Zhao Yingjun turned around again without daring to look at him pitifully.

"Oh, do you still have any self-respect?"

Li Zhenyu raised his eyebrows curiously and asked: "Where is it? Why didn't I see it?"

Boom!

After turning over heavily, Zhao Yingjun completely stopped talking.

"President, your whiskey."

After the champagne appetizer, there was single malt whiskey. Li Baona remembered this habit.

"Um."

Tasting the rich and mellow aftertaste of single malt, Li Zhenyu realized that the people around him had not left.

Open your eyes, 'Is something wrong?'

Her watery eyes were full of emotion, and every expression explained her appeal.

President Ni~

When the plane arrived in New York, Bao Na's long-empty heart was completely filled.

Li Zhenyu's mood was indescribable when he saw Bentley coming to pick him up from the field.

This damn little toy, can't we prepare a big car for him?

Every time he drove this kind of car, he was worried that he might accidentally damage the car.

"BOSS, get in the car."

Lu Rong leaned forward and opened the car door, took off his sunglasses and said hello to him.

Pulling his suit closer to his arms, Li Zhenyu huddled his shoulders helplessly and sat in the car.

At this moment, Lu Rong finally realized the problem she had ignored.

She forgot that her boss is a big guy.

"Every time I see you outside the car, I forget how big you are."

Lu Rong smiled helplessly, his figure was too deceptive.

"Next time, remember to write it down."

"Okay, I'll ask the secretary to write it down."

Through the rearview mirror, I saw that the reception vehicles behind me had already set off.
To be continued...