The backstage lounge of the television station was not a place that ordinary people could enter as they wished.
One needed a program staff pass to enter.
Each work pass had a name.
A few weeks ago, Zhong Qiu had heard that there were amateurs mixed into the festival group's background, because the selection of amateurs had been held on the lower floors.
That was why the television station had been much stricter with their personnel checks.
The staff members of different programs were not allowed to set up a venue for each other.
There were guards at the entrance, checking the only work pass issued by the festival team.
After thinking about it, Zhong Qiu subconsciously looked at the chest of the man opposite him, and then at the two muscular men in sunglasses and suits that he had brought in.
He didn't have a work permit!
艹! He didn't even have a work pass hanging around his neck!
