The next morning, Jun Qing got up early.

After going to the hospital where Bo Zimu was and removing the sutures of the wound, she hurried to Tianxing Culture and came to Lin Fengwan's office.

Seeing Jun Qing come in, Lin Fengwan leaning against the desk in a capable suit, holding a cup of coffee and sipping it shallowly, putting down the coffee and standing up.

"It is not convenient for you to attend the festival alone. I will call your former assistant Zhao Yiyi to go with you. She will dispatch the car and the logistics department will send you a set of performance costumes. The rest, you can only rely on yourself!"

He walked to Jun Qing with his bag, and Lin Fengwan raised his hand to hold her shoulder.

This woman who has always been decisive is serious.

"The King of Masks is the highlight of TV this year. The four commentators are all Dajia in the industry. They have received widespread attention before they have started broadcasting. This is your best chance to turn things around! Don't make any mistakes, otherwise, the gods will not be able to help you!"

"Thank you, Sister Wan!" Jun Qing nodded solemnly, "I will do my best."

Now, the company has basically given up Jun Qing's attitude.

It is indeed commendable that Lin Fengwan was able to help her get this opportunity.

Patting her shoulder, Lin Fengwan took her assistant away.

It wasn't too late, Jun Qing's former assistant Zhao Yiyi walked into the office.

The contracts for "Mask King" are all confidentially agreed, and artists cannot disclose that they participate in this event to avoid affecting the selection.

In order to ensure the secret of the matter, Lin Fengwan just said on the phone that she would come over to take an artist to the festival, and did not explain who and what festival it was.

Seeing that it was Jun Qing, Zhao Yiyi was naturally surprised, "Sister Qing, you would be... the artist that Sister Wan mentioned, right?"

"It's me!" Jun Qing smiled, "Yiyi, I had something I offended before, so please don't worry about it."

Hearing her apology, Zhao Yiyi looked shocked.

In the past, Jun Qing would only make Xiao Xinger lose his temper. Today is the sun coming out from the west?

Sure enough, setbacks can make people grow!

"It's okay!" Seeing the other party's sincere look, Zhao Yiyi waved her hand with a smile, "Don't mention the things that have been gone. By the way, what festival are you going to?"

"The King of Masks!"

"Mask King"?

Zhao Yiyi petrochemicals on the spot.

This festival is the highlight of this year's satellite TV. Three of the four mentors have been exposed, all of which are heavyweights, and there is also a mysterious guest. It is said that the position of the Ga is bigger than these three.

Although it has not started broadcasting yet, publicity in all aspects is already in full swing.

Everyone knows that "The King of Masks" does not rely on appearance or ranking. The main feature is singing skills, and the hard work is strength.

It is said that there are many singers who have been popular now, or who have been strong for many years but are not very famous.

Jun Qing...

Don't rap, it's good to have a tune.

If it is a variety show such as reality shows, she will show off her appearance and be cute, and promise to earn some popularity.

Isn’t it a waste to participate in such a show?

Zhao Yiyi really couldn't figure out how to arrange for Jun Qing to participate in such a program with Lin Fengwan's vision and experience.

"I have been practicing for a while, and now I have made great progress." Jun Qing saw her thoughts and leaned on the desk and smiled, "Yiyi, you must have confidence in me!"

confidence?

Zhao Yiyi forced out a smile that was not much better than crying.
Chapter completed!