Otherwise, with the contacts he has accumulated in the entertainment industry in the past few years, even if Skey Group's mainstream business is not entertainment, he can still find several agents with superb business capabilities.
But he knew in his heart that Su Wanwan definitely didn't want to get involved in this matter. But now that he had promised his son, he couldn't just sit back and watch, not to mention that Su Wanwan's body had not recovered yet and she still needed to rest.
For a moment, Fu Linchen was extremely conflicted. It was impossible to help, and it was even more impossible not to help... What to do.
Fu Linchen fiddled with the pen in his hand a little irritably. After a while, he decided to contact Cao Xiao, his friend in the circle again, and asked him to add fuel to the fire behind his back.
"Anyway, it's not me who's helping, and it's not me who's lobbying the agents. I just secretly called my good friend in the middle of the night."
Fu Linchen thought in his heart.
"Well, yes, those agents from last time are so bad-tempered. I don't care, you help me convince them."
"You...you still dare to dislike other people's bad tempers, why don't you...forget it, send Buddha to the west, and I will give you the results tomorrow morning."
Cao Xiao wanted to complain but could only hesitate, and finally agreed to Fu Linchen's request speechlessly.
Early the next morning, the sun shone through the gauze in the house. The breeze blew gently, and the documents on the table floated up and scattered all over the floor.
The woman was lying on her side on the bed, as if she had something on her mind. Even in her sleep, Junxiu's brows were still lightly furrowed.
"Jingle Bell--"
When the alarm clock rang, Su Wanwan sat up suddenly, her eyes were dull for a moment, and she mechanically moved her eyes to the document. Then she screamed, broke down and grabbed her messy hair, her face full of melancholy.
Is it so difficult to find a reliable agent?
With a "squeak", the door was opened. Seeing Su Wanwan's depressed expression, Fu Linchen couldn't help but chuckle. He stepped forward and ruffled her hair, "Wash up and go downstairs to eat."
Su Wanwan leaned on him crookedly, raised her head and said in a low voice: "I can't eat it... Linchen, how do you manage Skey well and win a contract worth hundreds of billions in just one sentence?"
"Everything is difficult at the beginning. When I first took over the company, the situation was even worse than yours." Fu Linchen comforted him slowly.
Su Wanwan was not comforted at all, "I don't believe it!"
"Why are you lying to me?" Fu Linchen's eyes flickered and his expression was natural, "Besides, maybe after a night of thinking, someone will change their mind and want to sign a contract?"
Looking at Su Wanwan's drooping little face, Fu Linchen pinched it and said, "Okay, go wash up quickly."
Su Wanwan responded in a muffled voice and moved slowly to the bathroom. As soon as she put on the toothpaste, she heard the ringtone of her cell phone.
After pressing the answer button, a gentle voice on the other end of the phone rang, "Ms. Su, this is Allen."
"Hello...wait, Allen?!" Su Wanwan's eyes widened, and her voice raised unconsciously, "Is this Allen, the gold medal manager who has countless resources and has produced three best actors and actresses?"
As if he was shocked by her reaction, there was no sound on the phone for a long time.
Su Wanwan was anxious and subconsciously lowered her voice, "Mr. Allen, are you still there?"
"Ahem, if nothing else happens, I will be here for the next few decades." Allen suppressed a smile.
Unexpectedly, the "god" who can calm down his friends and make them put down their bodies and ask for help turns out to be a living treasure.