The next day.
As soon as Song Guanchao arrived at the company, Sun Mingliang hurriedly sought him out.
"There's trouble!"
Song Guanchao felt a bit of a headache, as Chengda Company seemed to have too many issues.
"Let's talk in the boardroom."
When they entered the boardroom, several people were already there.
Yu Lifang sat with her legs crossed, one hand around her chest, the other playing with her phone, only giving Song Guanchao a glance upon seeing him.
He Yong and Zhang Kai were whispering to each other, not sure what they were going on about, while Tian Xue sat there indifferently drinking tea.
Upon his arrival, Wu Yun whispered, "There's trouble."
Song Guanchao grunted in acknowledgment and said, "Chairman Sun, what's the problem?"
Sun Mingliang said, "The Cultural Bureau just informed us that the approval for tomorrow's concert didn't go through."
Song Guanchao's hand, reaching for a cigarette, paused, his expression somewhat wry.
"Oh man, why so sudden?"
