Lose From Poor God to Richest Man

Zhen Qiong slept very well this time. When he woke up, it was almost noon to eat. When he was thinking about getting up, he found himself covered with his little blanket.

No need to guess, just smelling the familiar scent on the blanket, Zhen Qiong immediately knew that Wen Wan'er helped him cover it.

And at present, the entire company can enter his office directly without knocking on the door, only Wen Wan'er has the right and courage.

However, Wen Wan'er has always been very disciplined. She would definitely knock on the door before entering the office, and she never went over half a step.

Today it is estimated that because the curtains were not drawn, Wen Waner was outside the office and saw Zhen Qiong asleep on the sofa. She was afraid that Zhen Qiong would catch a cold and did not want to wake Zhen Qiong, so she quietly entered the office and covered him with a small blanket. .

Zhen Qiong, who suddenly suffered from the soul of salted fish, didn't even have the mood to go out for a stroll. He ordered a takeaway from a hotel and had lunch directly in the office to deal with it.

After eating and drinking enough, Zhen Qiong rolled the blanket on her body and fell asleep leaning on the sofa again.

He felt that after the work of the hand-run factory was done, he would be able to complete the trial of the **** child without having to waste his brain cells to mess with the operation.

That being the case, he only needs to be a salted fish, and let the others go with the flow!

But this time, Zhen Qiong could not sleep until after get off work. At two o'clock in the afternoon, someone knocked on the door of the office.

"Please come in."

The person who came in was Sakura Yehara. She saw the small blankets crumpled around Zhen Qiong and her sleepy-eyed look. She immediately guessed that Zhen Qiong was sleeping just now.

"President Zhen, sorry to interrupt you to rest."

"Yeah. It's okay." Zhen Qiong replied casually. It's cool to be the boss. He sleeps during working hours. Even if he is found out, he will not be scolded, but the person who finds out has to apologize.

After taking a couple of sips of mineral water on the table, Zhen Qiong asked, "Is there anything going on looking for me?"

"President Zhen, Guo Jam and the others have passed the exam this time, are they ready to perform on stage?" Nohara Sakura asked slightly excitedly.

She was mentally prepared. Gao Guoguo and the others, because of their grades, were unable to make it to the stage this month, but the reality gave her a surprise.

In other words, a few teachers are so awesome that they have improved Gao Guoguo and the others' grades by a large margin.

Although the grades can only be regarded as medium, but at least qualified.

"Really! Did you bring the test paper? Let me take a look." Zhen Qiong didn't believe what Nohara Sakura said, but was a little curious. How did Gao Guoguo and the others' test papers look like?

If the difficulty is too low, he will definitely have to increase the difficulty, so that Gao Guoguo and the others can't easily take the stage.

Although there are now hand-run factories that can continuously consume trial funds, how to say, Gao Guoguo and the others were dug up from Neon by Zhen Qiong.

If there is no show operation, wouldn't it be a waste.

You know, he used his vacation time to "work" at the beginning!

"Yes. Mr. Zhen, please take a look."

Nohara Sakura had already prepared, and immediately took out a stack of test papers from her shoulder bag and put them on the table in front of Zhen Qiong.

I think Zhen Qiong was also a high-achieving student at an international prestigious university in his previous life, but later he was busy with his family business, so he didn't have time to take various exams, otherwise he would also be a tower of swordsmen.

So he can see that the difficulty of the test questions in this stack of test papers is actually not low, and it is more than enough to be used as a high-level exam paper.

Gao Guoguo's grades were not particularly high. The average scores were all around ninety-five. Based on a test paper with a full score of one hundred and fifty points, they were barely qualified.

But after all, they are qualified. According to the contract signed at the time, they have a chance to perform on stage.

"Yeah. Very good. But the results need to be improved, barely passing the insurance is not enough. I hope that next time, their average score can be around 100 points." Zhen Qiong said after putting down the test paper.

"No problem. President Zhen. The main reason for this exam is that the preparation time is not long enough, otherwise their scores will definitely be higher."

If it were before, let Gao Guoguo and the others get 100 points in the test, Nohara Sakura would be worried, but now she is confident.

With a professional team of teachers, the longer the preparation time, the higher Gao Guoguo's grades will be.

Zhen Qiong only felt that Ye Yuan Ying was saying good things to Gao Guoguo and the others, but he clearly remembered that when it came to studying, Gao Guoguo and the others turned gray.

To be sure, among the five of Gao Guoguo and the others, none of them are academic masters.

So they have to test 100 points, they definitely need more time and energy, and even need to sacrifice training time for singing and dancing, and this is exactly what Zhen Qiong hopes to see.

"Also, let them practice the handwriting, this handwriting..." Zhen Qiong didn't know what words to use to describe Gao Guoguo and the others.

You say delicate! In some places, there is a roughness.

You are scribbled! In some places, it was written smoothly.

Anyway, no matter how you look at it, you will feel awkward, especially Zhen Qiong's own calligraphy, which is still in the class.

Looking at Gao Guoguo and the others' handwriting for a long time, he felt his head hurt again.

"Hi! Mr. Zhen." Nohara Sakura was also a little embarrassed.

During the exam, Gao Guoguo and the others were very nervous, and the writing speed was fast and slow, so the handwriting was so arbitrary.

However, as long as they usually pay more attention to writing and relax their minds during the exam, the handwriting will definitely look much better.

"Well...Where do you want them to perform?" Zhen Qiong asked.

Ask Gao Guoguo and the others to go to a place with low popularity and set up a stage performance. The system may not agree.

The safest thing to do is to listen to Nohara Sakura's opinion first, and see if you can get any inspiration from it to facilitate the next show operation.

"Mr. Zhen, in fact, there is still a lack of songs on stage here, so I have a ruthless please."

After coming to the Linglun 512 training base, although professional musicians were invited, no one has reached the level of a great god.

After all, the great lyricists and music composers have signed up with major entertainment companies, or the queen producers of certain singers and queens.

These people are not short of money, they value reputation more.

So Nohara Sakura and Gong Meiling, even if they paid a considerable amount, still couldn't invite these people to write lyrics and music for Linglun 512.

And the first time to perform on stage is very important. Nohara Sakura and the others don't want to go over it casually.

"You said." Zhen Qiong asked curiously.

"I hope Mr. Zhen you can make a song for Fruit Jam and the others."

After saying this, Nohara Sakura bowed ninety degrees, with a particularly standard posture, as if she had been tempered for thousands of times, and she deserved to be a neon person.

"I'm here to write a song? Why?"

Zhen Qiong is a little puzzled, how could Sakura Nohara have such an idea?

Do you want to flatter? Not so much! If this **** child really can compose lyrics and music, she is indeed suspected of flattering.

But the problem is that my son can't! If you embarrass the boss, you will be photographed on the horseshoe!

"President Zhen. I have listened to the "Curse of Dawn" music collection. Every song in it is a classic. If you can do it, you will definitely make Linglun 512 a hit!"

After listening to Nohara Sakura's explanation, a question mark slowly emerged in Zhen Qiong's mind.

And the voice of the system also sounded at the same time, "Oh! Is each capital a classic? Is this woman's musical literacy still good!"