A group of people were laughing and joking as they walked towards the exit when suddenly the boss grabbed Wang Hao, whispering, "Brother Hao, can I have a word with you?"
Seeing the secretive look on the boss's face, Wang Hao immediately asked, "Huh? What's up?"
"It's like this," the boss whispered, "Mid-Autumn Festival is just around the corner, right? Our Zhonghai TV station plans to host a holiday evening gala. It's a great chance to appear on TV; every major stage is scrambling to submit their programs!"
"Really?" Wang Hao thought for a moment before asking, "Are you planning to send Little Yueyue up?"
"Yes," the boss nodded. "To be honest, considering popularity, I initially planned to send Zhou Danai, but firstly, he's run into some trouble, and secondly, to be honest, his program isn't really suitable for a big stage. But after seeing your crosstalk today, it's definitely no problem! I'm just worried sending him alone might not be enough. Do you think you could—"
