"Su Yu?"
"Holy crap, you finally made it!"
"Su Yu, congratulations!"
"Congratulations!"
A group of people immediately swarmed over.
"Congratulations for what?" Su Yu asked, stunned by their reaction.
What did they mean? Why were they all congratulating him the moment he walked in?
"Kid, stop playing coy. You must be ecstatic inside, right?"
Old Yuan pushed through the crowd and threw an arm around Su Yu's shoulders.
He looked at Su Yu, increasingly pleased.
This kid not only had talent comparable to mine, Yuan, but he also inherited some of my good looks.
Not bad, a little cultivation and he can inherit my title of 'heartbreaker of young girls.'
"Old Yuan, what are you talking about? What am I supposed to be happy about?" Su Yu asked, still bewildered after swallowing his baozi.
"Come on, don't act like this. Your song 'What's the Matter?' is already second on the confession chart. Why are you still pretending? Don't worry, while we envy you, we'll never be jealous."
Old Yuan curled his lip.
This kid really knew how to show off.
"Oh, you mean this? You guys have been following it?" Su Yu blinked, somewhat surprised.
He hadn't expected his colleagues to pay so much attention to a newcomer's achievements.
For a moment, he felt a warmth spread through him.
His colleagues were truly great.
"How could we not pay attention?"
Old Yuan shot him a glance and continued, "Don't you know what President Zhao and the rest of us did for you?"
"What did you do?" Su Yu raised an eyebrow, curious.
Old Yuan was taken aback. Judging by Su Yu's expression, he genuinely didn't know…
"Damn it, you ungrateful wretch!" Old Yuan grew increasingly indignant, pounding his chest and stamping his feet.
Su Yu forced a smile. "Old Yuan, stop playing games. I haven't been to the company for over ten days, how would I know about these things…"
Old Yuan then huffed, "Do you know that the higher-ups rejected the promotion application for 'What's the Matter?'"
Su Yu's eyes widened in surprise as he shook his head.
The promotion application was rejected?
Why hadn't Zhao Yuan told him?
He looked up at Zhao Yuan.
She had a cold expression and was looking elsewhere, avoiding his gaze.
Seeing this, Old Yuan sighed, "Alas… it seems you really didn't know. When the promotion application was rejected, President Zhao mobilized everyone in the composing department to promote your new song. For the past while, everyone in our department has been pushing your song on their WeChat Moments and Weibo. I even had to find my ex-girlfriend to help promote your song!"
Old Yuan became more animated as he spoke, spraying saliva everywhere.
"There was such a thing?" Su Yu was completely stunned.
He glanced at his colleagues in the composing department. They were all looking at him, their faces filled with smiles.
Su Yu felt a strange sensation flowing through him.
"Don't be too touched. We're doing it for the year-end bonus too."
"Haha, that's right. If you want to thank someone, thank President Zhao. She's been working tirelessly for your new song."
"But we do envy you, kid. To have President Zhao go this far for you."
Seeing Su Yu's expression, the others quickly waved their hands and teased him with smiles.
In the composing department, Zhao Yuan had always been an icy superior, always maintaining a cold demeanor towards them.
Only towards Su Yu did Zhao Yuan show such obvious favoritism.
At first, they thought Su Yu might be Zhao Yuan's relative.
But upon further thought, even if Su Yu were Zhao Yuan's relative, with her personality, she wouldn't be so partial.
Now, with Su Yu's displayed talent, they had found a reason.
After these two songs, they had already acknowledged Su Yu's abilities in their hearts.
This kid, despite his young age, was truly amazing at writing songs.
With his talent, becoming a senior producer was only a matter of time.
And that was a conservative estimate. If they dared to think bolder, it was not impossible for him to become a star producer in the future.
"Thank you everyone for your help. I'll treat everyone in the composing department to milk tea and cake!" Regardless of their motives, since they had helped, Su Yu naturally had to show his gratitude.
"Wow, really?"
"Su Yu, you're awesome!"
"Boss, that's generous!"
Su Yu's words elicited cheers from everyone.
Zhao Yuan, standing in the distance, seemed to soften her cold demeanor slightly.
She glanced at Su Yu, surprised that a freshman like him understood human relationships and etiquette.
"Mmm… President Zhao, thanks." Su Yu, while stuffing a baozi into his mouth, felt Zhao Yuan's gaze and waved at her.
She had been truly good to him.
Except for her cold rejection when he first applied, she had taken very good care of him during this period.
Zhao Yuan clasped her hands behind her back and walked towards Su Yu.
Her high heels made a "clack" sound on the floor.
"Su Yu, quickly put away your food!"
At this moment, a colleague beside him whispered a reminder.
"Why?" Su Yu asked, confused.
"Our company doesn't allow eating in the office. Old Yuan just got scolded for it." The person hid their head behind Su Yu, afraid Zhao Yuan would see them.
"Uh… there's a rule like that?" Su Yu felt awkward.
He couldn't swallow the baozi he had in his mouth, and spitting it out would be a waste.
By now, Zhao Yuan had arrived in front of him.
"This is going to be good," Old Yuan muttered gleefully from the side.
Sometimes, being scolded by the boss alone was somewhat embarrassing, but if someone else joined in, it would be much more comfortable.
"Is it delicious?" Zhao Yuan asked softly as she stood before Su Yu.
Hmm, that tone was the same as before.
Old Yuan secretly rejoiced.
Finally, someone else to get scolded with me.
"It tastes pretty good, but they ran out of soy milk, so it's a bit dry," Su Yu nodded and replied earnestly.
"Pfft…" Old Yuan, hearing this, almost burst out laughing.
Haha, it seemed this kid bought from the same place as me.
"Wait for me."
Zhao Yuan said expressionlessly, turned, and walked towards her office.
"Kid, you're done for. It looks like Zhao Yuan is really angry."
Old Yuan sidled up and whispered to Su Yu.
"I told you to throw it away earlier, but you didn't believe me."
"Quickly go and apologize. President Zhao is terrifying when she's angry."
"That's right, last time a mid-level producer talked back to President Zhao, she threw his contract at him and told him to get lost."
"Do you think President Zhao is going to get Su Yu's contract?"
"No way, eating in the office only gets you a scolding, maybe cleaning duty, but not outright dismissal…"
The others speculated amongst themselves.
"Kid, don't worry, I'll put in a good word for you later. Zhao Yuan might be strict, but she still gives me, Old Yuan, some face."
Old Yuan, seeing Su Yu's expressionless face, thought he was scared and patted his shoulder to comfort him.
"I think President Zhao is quite reasonable, you guys shouldn't spread rumors…" Su Yu shook his head and chuckled wryly.
"Alas… you haven't been here long, you don't know her temper." Old Yuan sighed, and the thought of Zhao Yuan's temper made his scalp tingle.
"That's right, President Zhao is famously strict."
"She can't tolerate a speck of dust in her eye!"
"President Zhao is known for treating everyone equally."
"Su Yu, be sharp later. If you promise not to do it again, there's still hope for a comeback."
"…"
While the others were chattering.
Zhao Yuan walked out of her office.
She had one hand behind her back, wearing high heels, her steps neither hurried nor slow.
The colleagues quickly fell silent, subtly stepping back a pace, not daring to even breathe.