The person in charge looked at the room full of producers waving their ballots that broke the rules of the game. He didn't know who to talk to about his bitterness.
The organizer of the conference was inextricably linked to all parties.
Putting it nicely, he was the commander-in-chief, but putting it bluntly, he was just a small fry, a puppet of the behind-the-scenes manipulator.
The person in charge could already imagine the storm that this year's Silver Eagle Awards would bring to the industry, and how much black history would be added to his resume?
Perhaps it was time to take this opportunity to lay low and see if there were any other suitable jobs for him.
While everyone was arguing, the fourth assistant of the field studio knocked on the door of the conference room hurriedly.
Because the noise in the room was too noisy, no one noticed the crazy knocking on the door. Only the assistant who was in charge of pouring tea and watching the smoky atmosphere in the room heard the faint sound.
He bypassed the crowd and went to the door of the conference room. He opened the door.
The fourth assistant wiped his sweat and rushed in. As soon as he entered the room, he was shocked by the scene inside, which looked like a vegetable market.
The assistant who opened the door kindly reminded him, "Now that our heads are about to be torn apart, the situation in the arena is not good. If the matter on your side is not very urgent, I advise you to handle it yourself."
When the fourth assistant heard this, the fierceness of the Hunan people rushed to him. "You bastard! The people arguing here are all cultured people. I think they have good manners. Didn't you go to the fourth reception room? It's about to put on a show. "
Assistant Number Four's cute native accent coupled with his huge voice silenced the chaotic meeting room with just one roar.
The fourth assistant didn't feel embarrassed at all for interrupting their argument.
These people should really go outside and take a look. If he hadn't run fast enough, he would have been beaten up so badly that his head wouldn't have been able to see.
The person in charge covered his face helplessly. If Li Tian didn't cause trouble every day, he wouldn't be himself. The fourth assistant, Li Tian, knew what his leader was thinking just by looking at his expression.
Li Tian felt wronged and said to the person in charge, "Boss, it's not that I'm looking for trouble this time, but what kind of stupid rules did you set for the conference? The reporters at Venue Four are fighting, and a few of our people are injured!"
The person in charge realized the seriousness of the situation. He hurriedly followed the two assistants out of the room. The surrounding producers saw that he was about to leave, so they didn't let him go so easily.
Several hands reached out to stop him. "Hey, don't go. Settle this for us first!"
"That's right! Old Yang is not a good friend! "
The person in charge smiled bitterly. He dodged the people who tried to stop him shamelessly and rushed out under the cover of his two assistants.
The door to the conference room slammed shut. The producers, who were usually looked up to by a bunch of small-time celebrities, looked at each other in dismay.
Deep down, they knew that no matter how much trouble they caused with Old Yang, it wouldn't help. They were just looking for a scapegoat to vent their anger on.
The person in charge didn't relax after he walked out of the conference room. He walked along the long and narrow corridor towards the fourth venue while asking Li Tian about the situation.
By the time the person in charge figured out the reason, he was already standing outside the fourth venue. However, he hesitated. This was a rule that involved fees, and it was something he couldn't decide on.
Compared to the heavy personnel in the office, the small shrimp in the fourth venue was too easy for him to deal with.
The person in charge stepped into the venue. Ignoring the chaotic scene below the stage, he picked up the main microphone and gestured to the sound system. "Sound test! Sound test! "
The sound of the audition echoed in the hall. When the person in charge saw that the audio system was connected, he said without hesitation, "Everyone here is from the media who are here for the Silver Eagle Awards. I welcome you."
"I am Yang Guang, one of the people in charge of this art festival. I think the organizing committee has already issued the admission notice to the media."
"Do you have any questions? Is there a need to be so agitated? Even to the point of getting physical? "
The reporters looked at each other, and the big brother among them, Xinhua News Agency, took the lead and said, "Hello! May I ask what is the admission fee for the media? 700 yuan per person per day, a total of 2,800 yuan for four days. What does that mean? "
"In this industry, we have only heard of sponsorship fees, writing fees, and transportation fees. We have never heard of anyone asking us to come and pay for it! Is the organizing committee of this art festival so poor that they've gone crazy? "
"Learning from the trade fair's tricks and collecting the tickets? You have to be clear! We are the media! We are not fans who can be fooled by you! "
The group of reporters was in high spirits, but the words of the person in charge were like a bucket of cold water pouring down on them.
"Those who can't afford it can choose not to attend. This is the rule for this year's Silver Eagle Festival. But I advise you to discuss with your leaders if you want to leave."
After saying this, the person in charge did not say anything else and hurriedly got off the stage.
There were so many things to do, and the selection of the art festival was about to start. There was no time to waste here.
It was still quiet until Old Yang left the venue. It was not until the figures of the organizing committee disappeared that the venue started buzzing again.
"What should we do? Should we leave or not? Should we still attend? "
"Leave? If everyone leaves, it's fine. Look at those people over there. How many of them look like they want to leave? "
"Don't you know the people in our circle? We can't wait for fewer people to fight for the news. It's more satisfying to get exclusive reports. "
"Yes. If we are not of one mind, everything will be in vain."
A few reporters who were originally indignant and determined to take a stand also wanted to retreat.
Suddenly, someone on the phone said, "Chief, I have something to report to you. There will be a fee. Okay, okay."
Only after applying for the fee could he join the committee. Otherwise, it would be a waste to pay for it out of his own pocket.
The bustle of the festival didn't bother the celebrities at all. The make-up artist, who had been hired by Wang Jingcao, praised Qin Guan exaggeratedly as she touched up his make-up for the last time before he left the house.
In this cold and bleak autumn, only seeing such a delightful handsome guy could add a little warmth to her heart.
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