I changed the world.

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Qianluo Culture Investment Co., Ltd., belonging to the Qianluo Group's Cultural and Entertainment Business Group, is a well-known investment company in Dazhao. Over the years, it has invested in and nurtured many large companies in the cultural and entertainment industry. Because it is backed by the Qianluo Group, it has always been known in the industry for its strong capital and incubation capabilities.

Qianluo Investment's headquarters in the capital was a thirteen-story building located in Guanyuanli, the core area of ​​the capital. It was not yet closing time, and the building was still bustling with people.

In the CEO's office, Zeng Yuanji had just finished reading a document. He rubbed his temples, stood up, and walked to the floor-to-ceiling window, looking at the traffic on the street outside.

There was a rhythmic knocking at the door. Zeng Yuanji didn't turn around, but simply said, "Come in."

The door opened, and Zeng Yuanji's secretary entered. She respectfully inquired, "Mr. Zeng, you have an appointment tonight. Mr. Ying from Fengxing Films has invited you to dinner. When would you like to depart?"

Upon hearing this, Zeng Yuanji raised his hand to check his watch: "Oh right, there's also Xiao Ying's date. Tell the driver to get ready, I'll change my clothes and leave."

"Okay, Mr. Zeng, I'll make the arrangements in a bit."

The door closed again. Zeng Yuanji walked to a wardrobe against the office wall, opened it, looked around, took out a gray suit, and was about to put it on.

Suddenly, the cell phone on the table next to me rang.

Zeng Yuanji frowned, returned to the table, picked up the phone, and after just one glance, his expression changed drastically. He immediately answered the phone, his upper body leaning forward slightly unconsciously, and a warm smile spreading across his face: "Hello, is this Miss?"

"Yes, yes... it's me, Lao Zeng."

"Oh... Miss, what are you saying? Serving you is my greatest pleasure..."

"Oh...oh...Cangjiang Music Festival..."

"Yes, yes, there is such a project. We even sent people over there these past few days..."

"Oh...oh...okay, okay, no problem! Of course, no problem! May I ask which singer it is?"

"You want to ask? Okay... I'll wait..."

Just then, there was another knock on the door. Zeng Yuanji, who was on the phone, quickly walked to the door, opened it, waved his hand sharply at his secretary who was about to say something, and then slammed the door shut.

After that, he stood in the room with a smile on his face and a respectful attitude, waiting for a reply from the other end of the phone.