My house collapsed from the top, and the system just came?

Chapter 332 I am Wang Mo

When Chen Ping said this, his heart was shaking.

He kept repeating one sentence in his mind: I must have heard wrong, I must have heard wrong...

otherwise.

That's outrageous.

However, as soon as he finished speaking, he heard Wang Mo smile and say: "Yes."

Yes!

This time Chen Ping was sure that he heard correctly.

Instantly, his brain was buzzing.

As an old man who has been in the variety show industry for more than ten years and a variety show director who plays an important role in the entertainment industry, he actually felt at a loss at this moment.

Before that, Chen Ping had researched all the artists under Yunhai Media who were not singers, even gold medal managers like Yuan Xiong, and singled out any candidates who were qualified to participate in the show. But he never dreamed that screenwriters and planners like Wang Yan would even think of participating in the show.

"this……"

Chen Ping hesitated to speak.

It's not appropriate, brother.

Really inappropriate.

You are not an artist in the entertainment industry. It is okay to be a judge, but if you are a contestant, you will not be able to do anything.

You just said that you should be careful when choosing guests, but why are you so confused when it comes to yourself?

Swallowed.

Chen Pingcai said: "Mr. Wang, please stop joking."

Wang Mo shook his head, his eyes showing seriousness: "I'm not joking."

"..."

Chen Ping coughed lightly: "Mr. Wang, I'm not talking nonsense. It's because the senior management of Yunhai Media has told me that they will arrange for a guest to come in. I..."

The words are not finished yet.

Wang Mo interrupted him: "The guest that Director Chen mentioned is me."

Chen Ping's words were forcefully suppressed.

He just stared at Wang Mo in astonishment and said nothing for a while.

In the conference room, other people gradually began to whisper to each other, and the place became noisy.

"what happened?"

"Is Mr. Wang talking about it as a joke?"

"But it doesn't sound like a joke."

"But he is not from the entertainment industry. What does it mean to participate in a competition?"

"Isn't this nonsense?"

"Shh, don't let Mr. Wang hear this."

"..."

Wang Mo glanced at everyone in the conference room. Everyone was a core figure on the Tomato stage. If I want to participate in the show next, it is basically impossible to avoid them.

So he thought for a moment, took off his hat and mask, revealing a delicate and handsome face.

This is the first time Wang Mo has shown his true face outside.

He felt a little uncomfortable.

But soon, his heart calmed down.

However.

Chen Ping, who was sitting next to him, was still wondering at first why Wang Mo suddenly took off his mask and hat.

But after seeing Wang Mo's appearance clearly, Chen Ping, who was still in shock at this moment, jumped up from his chair as if struck by lightning, his eyes almost falling out: "You...you..."

Why is Chen Ping not familiar with Wang Mo?

When Wang Mo was still a top performer, he was a frequent guest on variety shows on major TV stations, so as a variety show director, Chen Ping had a lot of dealings with Wang Mo and even mentioned him in today's meeting.

So the moment Wang Mo showed his face, Chen Ping recognized him.

Even though Chen Ping had not seen Wang Mo for more than a year, and even though Wang Mo was now very different from his previous image and temperament, Chen Ping was still sure that he had not admitted his mistake.

It’s not just Chen Ping.

More than half of the people sitting in the conference room recognized this familiar face.

Exclamations came and went.

"Wang Mo?!"

"my God!"

"Is it Wang Mo?"

"..."

Wang Mo smiled slightly, restored his original voice, nodded and said: "Yes, I am Wang Mo."

Not loud.

But it was like thunder.

It made everyone's heart buzz.

The huge conference room was boiling again.

Wang Mo, on the other hand, completely regained his inner peace, and just looked at everyone with a smile without making a sound.

Almost a minute or two passed.

Chen Ping finally came back to his senses. The expression on his face was extremely exciting. He looked Wang Mo up and down several times before taking a deep breath and stood up and said: "Mr. Wang, please wait a moment, I need to discuss with the senior management. one time."

"OK."

Wang Mo knew that Chen Ping couldn't make the decision regarding his comeback, so he nodded.

Chen Ping walked out quickly.

Almost half an hour later, Chen Ping returned. The shock on his face had disappeared, but his eyes still looked at Wang Mo with extremely complicated emotions, because he had received a reply from the top management: Wang Mo was agreed to participate!

It can be said that this sentence is more incredible than Chen Ping recognizing Wang Mo.

Wang Mo is an artist who once had his house collapsed.

For such artists, major TV stations definitely keep a wide berth. They would rather kill them by mistake than let them go, and will not easily let them participate in any of their own programs.

But he saw it with his own eyes after he told the station director that Wang Mo was going to participate in "The Mask".

The director just made a phone call, his expression changed, and he told Chen Ping without hesitation that Wang Mo could participate in the show. Even when he left, the station manager specifically told him: Be more tolerant to Wang Mo during the show.

what's the situation?

Chen Ping was a little confused.

Forget it, it's not his concern.

Since the station agreed to Wang Mo's participation in "The Masked Crossover Singer", he could just do it.

If something goes wrong, there will be someone on stage to take care of it.

But I dare not do anything.

His mind was a little confused at this moment.

No, it's not a little messy, it's a lot of mess.

He really couldn't imagine how the once useless Wang Mo suddenly turned into such a powerful person as Wang Yan?

The key is: Isn’t Wang Mo tone-deaf? Can he really come and sing?

Chen Ping was so worried that the show would be ruined.

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