All Stars Are My Food Fans

  Chapter 622 Stupid Qian Song Heir

  This is indeed good news in the near future.

   Wiped off the sweat from her body, took a shower, and it was almost 12:30 when she left the lounge. After having lunch with Mrs. Al, Jiang Qiuqiu went home.

  Sleep, then take apart the ingredients. Today’s live broadcast is about to begin.

  Perhaps you should chat with the red panda before going to bed.

  I don’t know if he is in a meeting or not, Jiang Qiuqiu thought about it, and sent a message: It’s so boring to eat alone.

  No reply.

  It’s not good to find a busy boyfriend.

   sighed lightly, what she thought of, went to Star.com and searched for the word Empire's Blade. For a while, many interview videos and photos appeared.

  There are marching photos taken in Mosi’s younger years.

  There is a Lunar New Year video congratulating him on his birthday every year.

  There are battle videos.

  There are also interviews, which are quite interesting!

  When a young reporter from the state media interviewed in a certain year, he actually asked a major general if he had ever thought about what his future wife would be like.

  At that time, he should be only twenty-eight or ninety-nine, and he was more sharp and sharp than his current calmness.

"have not thought."

   "I never thought there would be a wife."

  "What would the major general think when he truce?"

  The man looked serious, "I was thinking about how to make the army stronger."

  Really should forward these videos to him.

  Turn around, after a while, some sleepiness started gradually. Jiang Qiuqiu was about to rest for a while. Suddenly, the terminal rang again.

  Not particularly concerned, Jiang Qiuqiu frowned, who else will send a message at this point.

  Take a look... It's actually a friend application?

  Note: Federal live broadcast executives.

  "……"

  Executives?

  She passed the friend application, and soon, a message was sent over there.

  Qian Song: Is it Jiang Qiuqiu? I am your new boss. Let me introduce myself. My name is Qian Song and I am the manager in charge of the food area.

  Threw a bunch of big names over there.

  Jiang Qiuqiu gave a question mark.

  Qian Song: I am very dissatisfied with the plan your previous boss made for you. Now I want to give you a new plan. Do you have time? I will send you a newsletter.

  Thinking that there are pillars, cash cows, and perfect commodities on the opposite side, Qian Song is very restrained in his speech.

  But his politeness, the other side obviously doesn't appreciate it.

  Jiang Qiuqiu: No time.

  Qian Song:...

  Qian Song: You have to be clear about your own identity, just an anchor? The platform favors you, you are the first, the platform does not favor you, do you understand where you are from?

  Qian Song: Don’t toast or punish wine, I want to talk to you, it’s to give you face, to give you the first place, you have to be so unruly...

  He left six points for imagination.

   But Jiang Qiuqiu obviously doesn't like to imagine: What about you?

  Qian Song: Then the food area will no longer have your place.

  He took screenshots of several recently supported beautiful food anchors and kitchen **** anchors and sent them to Jiang Qiuqiu.

  Qian Song: You are not the only one.

  Looking at the information, this is a little girl in her twenties, she should be scared.

  Full of S2 atmosphere, do you really think you are a domineering president?

  Too stupid, if this is the successor of APP, then this APP is not far from Liang.

  It’s hard to chat with such a person. Jiang Qiuqiu yawned and then deleted him. It may be the last time she hangs up the first anchor’s brand to broadcast live in the afternoon.

  The next live broadcast is only a week away. At that time, the termination lawsuit is probably over.

   Half-dreaming and half-awake Jiang Qiuqiu went to measure the heir’s IQ, thinking in his mind--

  He shouldn't advocate banning her account directly after terminating the contract, right?

  If it is sealed, it might be interesting.

  Is there anything more curious about the host’s whereabouts than the official closing of the host’s account?

No.

  　 Good night, tweeted!

  (End of this chapter)