Chapter 105: Then Let Me Face Lin Ze Head-On.

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“Let’s go with the Performing Arts Department!”
Both of them were veteran actors, naturally more adept at such matters.
“Then let’s take the Planning Department,” Lin Ze and Su Zitan exchanged a glance.
The busiest department, Artist Management, was left to Ji Chen and his partner.
Chang Zheng sat at the far end of the table, feeling somewhat uneasy as he looked at these celebrities he had seen on television.
Lin Ze, seated nearest to him, pulled some sheet music from his bag and handed it to him.
“Work hard this week and learn this song. The other thing is the microfilm we’re shooting this week—you’ll be the lead.”
Happiness came too suddenly. Chang Zheng looked at the sheet music in his hands and began to hum softly. As he read further, his excitement grew.
Sure enough, anything produced by Lin Ze never disappointed!
[By the way, who is this guy?]
[Don’t you know? He’s an artist signed under Lin Ze’s studio.]
[Huh? He has that mature, handsome charm of a gentleman… but why would Lin Ze sign someone who looks so old?]
[I think I recognize him—isn’t he the one who used to sing at that folk bar in the city?]
“And here’s the microfilm script. Familiarize yourself with the lines first; the shooting schedule will be heavy in the coming days. Keep it up,” Lin Ze patted his shoulder in encouragement.
Chang Zheng was deeply moved, flipping through the script.
Hmm… a student?
No, I’m in my thirties—do I really look like a student?
And the other student in the script…
Chang Zheng silently glanced toward Zhao Funing ahead.
Zhao Funing was several years older than him—are these two of us supposed to play students?
“What about the school location for filming?”
Ji Chen looked at Lin Ze.
“Our high school is relocating campuses right now. The old campus is probably abandoned, but we can shoot there for a few days without issue,” Su Zitan considered and replied.
“Good!” Lin Chunshui stood up with determination. “It’s just a microfilm. With our budget, it’s definitely enough. These next few days, we’ll…”
“Ahem.” Pei Xue interrupted with a dry cough. “Everyone, we still need to be frugal with spending. Besides props for filming, publicity costs must be considered. Honestly, 400,000 yuan isn’t much.”
“True.” Lin Ze nodded. “You’re making a microfilm—2,000 yuan should be enough. The rest goes to our Planning Department; we...”
[??? Lin Ze, can you have some shame?]
[Is this even human speech?]
Everyone naturally ignored Lin Ze’s words.

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“Ah… Mr. Shi, it’s really not that I want to make this call.”
Zhang Huai finally dialed.
Though he lounged in his office chair with his feet propped on the desk, his smug expression betrayed a hint of regret.
“Look, the top two songs are both Lin Ze’s. Honestly, I bought those numbers too. If we invested a bit more, we could push to number one, but…”
Silence stretched from the other end; Zhang Huai thought the call had been disconnected.
“Understood,” Mr. Shi said simply.
“In that case, there’s that Super Singer-Songwriter competition now. Send someone from your company to participate with me.”
“Just don’t send your son. I remember your company has a singer with good vocal skills who’s quite popular right now.”
Listening to Mr. Shi’s description, Zhang Huai immediately understood.
“Tang Chuan, right?” Zhang Huai’s eyes showed some reluctance.
This guy was excellent at singing and dancing, a cash cow for the company.
With his strong skills, his transition had been effortless.
However, his contract was about to expire, and it seemed he had no intention of renewing.
“His contract’s almost up. Giving him a boost of popularity now feels a bit…”
Zhang Huai heard Mr. Shi chuckle.
“You’re a big company’s CEO, yet you’re still so petty. No wonder you can’t keep people.”
Mr. Shi’s words struck Zhang Huai like a dagger.
Anger surged within him, and he opened his mouth to retort but swallowed the words.
“In any case, that guy… can’t be used anymore.”
Mr. Shi sneered on the other end. “Find me someone with solid vocal skills soon. And don’t send me some autotune wizard.”
After that, the call ended. You can belittle someone’s strengths without angering them, but mention their weaknesses, and they’d be ready to fight.
His own son…
Apart from looking good, he was worthless—but that wasn’t Mr. Shi’s place to say.
Zhang Huai clenched his phone, fuming for a while.
But thinking that no money was discussed this time, he felt a bit relieved.
But… who to find?
Never mind, let’s just scroll through some videos first.

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The moment he opened the video app,
“Just because it’s too beautiful! Oh—despicable, despicable, despicable.”
“What the heck…” Zhang Huai rolled his eyes, about to swipe away, but the person on screen looked increasingly familiar.
Wait, isn’t this Xu Shenshen?
Yeah! And judging by the likes, he’s quite a big internet celebrity?
He quickly opened his profile and kept scrolling. His recent videos were bizarre, full of that creative factory style.
Going further back, the videos were more normal, showing him playing guitar and singing.
Even earlier, there were videos tagged “#Reflection,” “#Athlete,” “#That heavy rain ruined my college dream,” “#185.”
Weird stuff.
“185? You wear ten-centimeter insoles, so you’re actually only 175 cm,” Zhang Huai muttered, clicking on Xu Shenshen’s singing video.
As he watched, his disdain slowly faded.
Not bad.
You could tell his singing skills were pretty good.
Zhang Huai pulled out his contract—good, it was a terrible contract.
He had no pressing tasks recently; maybe he’d give him a chance.
With that in mind, Zhang Huai had his secretary message Xu Shenshen, asking him to come to the company tomorrow for a singing audition.
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“We haven’t been back in ages. Tomorrow let’s visit the school, see our old teachers, then swing by the principal’s office.”
Their high school wasn’t particularly prestigious, just a mid-to-upper-level private school.
Back then, there was some teacher-student bond.
“I wonder if they’ll still recognize us this time,” Su Zitan said wistfully.
Lin Ze took out his phone, showing the very high school they all attended together.
The principal hadn’t changed at all.
“They’ll definitely recognize us. More than that, I bet there’ll be a banner hanging for us tomorrow.”