After the draft became popular, he was secretly favored by the paranoid boss

Xiang Qiyang couldn't restrain his excitement at all, so he simply wrote while posting.

After elaborating from a holistic perspective, prepare to start analyzing each shot a little bit.

Then when I was about to continue writing.

I found that my comment area was not quite right.

Every time he finished posting, the message reminder would jingle like crazy.

But this time.

Quietly as if he died.

...Did he post it?
I doubted my life and clicked back again, looking specifically to see if I didn't upload it.

Then silence.

Xiang Qi: "..."

What are these unscrupulous old sixes doing if they don't concentrate on listening to the music?
Although, in the previous buried series of posts.

He was also stupefied by Gu Nanci's face.

but.

As a professional music critic, when dealing with music, I think I still have to focus on the work rather than the face of others.

What is the difference between being bewitched only by appearance and those coquettish vases outside?
This is an insult to his son Nanci!Blasphemy against genius!
Like just now, he forcibly stripped himself from the appearance after reading it twice, and focused on the work itself before starting to write.

Strive for fairness and justice with a clear conscience.

Xiang Qi frowned contemptuously, ready to educate those unprofessional old sixes.

The keyboard hasn't started typing yet.

The hand shakes.

I accidentally slid onto it, and a picture crashed into my field of vision.

The thunder hit the ground, and the heart started to burst into flames.

The boy is struggling in the sea of ​​blue and black, exquisite and beautiful, his eyes are full of fragile sorrow, so beautiful that he is suffocating.

Xiang Qi: "..."

After a full 10 minutes of silence, he managed to recover from the shocking pinnacle of human aesthetics.

There's a big shit in my heart.

...Is this really a fairy?

Should say or not.

If this is the picture.

It seems quite normal to go off track.

Anyway, the post didn't finish until midnight.

Then I discussed with my colleagues in the second half of the night.

Discussing and re-watching, it's like some kind of psychostimulant.

Can't sleep, can't sleep at all!

I was so excited that I wanted to go out and run ten or eight laps and then come back and watch it a few times.

There are not a few people like Xiang Qi.

There are many, many others.

Fans who were drawn into the pit by Sen. Hai Mermaid, fans who have followed themselves, fans of the show who made their debut on fire, and even older fans who have a crush on TST Satellite TV.

It’s not going to be so crazy in the middle of the night, but it’s also added to the playlist for repeated replays or the mv to watch in loop.

Just one night.

The double play volume of Sun Rain's audio and video directly climbed to terrible figures.

The real-time list directly ranked first for six or seven hours.

The heat was out of control.

The next morning.

An unfamiliar number called Qian Yueliu.

Seeing the impressive data of the firebomb last night, Qian Yueliu burst into tears with excitement.

In order to make Fire's debut battle a successful filming, he almost risked all his wealth.

The company is so poor that there is not a steel penny left, it all depends on the property he bought and sold in the early years, and the mortgage of the mortgage. .

That's barely enough.

When I was so poor that the filming was about to stop, I even thought about selling it off.

It wasn't until later that the little flicker Gu Nanci brought in a huge sum of money to invest, that the problem of the shortage of funds was completely solved.

It can be said that if the program fails and firebomb cannot be promoted, his savings over the years will be completely wiped out!
For a man who loves money like his life.

It's as good as killing me!
Qian Yueliu was able to do this step and once wondered if he was crazy late at night emo.

however.

Looking at it now, my persistence is really right!
There are results so quickly!
Think back to all the cold reception and blank stares in the past, those days when you were low-key and small, licking your face and investing everywhere.

It's almost over!
Wiping the corners of his eyes and crying, Qian Yueliu sat on the broken steps with the bottle in his arms and got very drunk.

With a hangover, he panicked with a headache.

During this period of time, everyone collapsed too tightly.

Although he didn't say it clearly, Qian Yueliu, who watched the rush of getting off work and fishing faster than anyone else, came back day by day.

There are more wrinkles on the old face, and the gray hair is starting to grow.

Still pretending to be relaxed in front of everyone.

... No matter how dull they are, they know the huge pressure the company bears on their behalf!
Gu Nanci and Shang Shixu will not talk about these two foreign groups.

I want Lan Guian, who lives in Laiguo, and has never been home for a few months since the preparation started, with the attitude of practicing to death in the company.

Simply, all the efforts have paid off.

Finally, it's time to get out!

Together with Xi Ruqian, they decided to give the children two days off.

Take a good rest and prepare for the follow-up work in a better state.

——After all, from now on, it is the beginning of one's real career in the entertainment industry.

The real tough battle begins here!

The noisy company in the past is extremely quiet today.

Qian Yueliu was lying in the lobby with all his skin peeling off, and his back was sitting on the sofa covered in black leather scum.

Dazed and woke up by the phone call.

"Hello—" was full of dissatisfied moans after being woken up.

Rubbing his hands uncomfortably, skin dregs fell from his palms.

There was a second of hesitation.

"Is it... Qian Yueliu?"

Qian Yueliu pressed his eyebrows with a headache, and when the other side thought he had hung up, he half-dream and half-awake replied,

"...I am." Qian Yueliu hissed uncomfortably.

How can it be such a headache?

He remembers... he didn't drink much...

Could it be that his little magpie bought fake wine?
"Qian Yueliu, so, you really blocked me."

The other side took a deep breath, and the voice sank.

Qian Yueliu was drowsy and lowered his head.

I just feel that this voice is very familiar.

Forget it... Whoever he is, he can't hold on anymore.

He planned to transfer Xi Ruqian's number so that he could contact that workaholic again.

Hmm... He definitely suffered a work-related injury!
Even if it's not like those cubs enjoy a two-day long vacation, at least they have to give themselves half a day to sleep in, right?

The boss's life is also life!

I don’t know how Xi Ruqian’s mouth at 36 degrees Celsius uttered the sub-zero temperature words of the cubs on vacation and the leader continued to work overtime!

"You... who..." Qian Yueliu closed his eyes and said skillfully, "I'll give you a number and you can contact—"

next second.

There was only a sound of sullenness that could no longer be restrained.

The sound was like a thunderbolt from the blue sky. With a bang, Qian Yueliu fell off the sofa and couldn't even hold the phone steadily.

"Heh! Who am I?" The man on the other side of the phone laughed angrily.

"Lin-feng-han, can you hear me clearly?"

"Qian Yueliu, as the head of the idol department, you can just block me, but you still push the matter of your own artists to others? Is this the work attitude? Artists just become popular and then go away!"

Qian Yueliu: "..."

Qian Yueliu:'! ! ! '

Sitting up in shock.

Help... He seems to be in trouble...