Doomsday Bosses Win the Entertainment Industry

Somewhere far away, the green anaconda turned over in the huge computer screen, dipped the tip of its tail into the waterfall-like data stream, rolled out a lump of data and put it into its mouth.

The crisp sound of chewing came through the stereo, and after a while, it was replaced by a weak whimper.

"Uh, are you really just going to leave it alone..." Mori Ran lowered his head, "Actually, I'm not so busy that I can't get away at all..."

"I told you before."

Long, wet hair floated on the water like dark algae, almost completely filling the rectangular bathing pool sunk into the ground.

The algae repeated: "-'There is no other way. With her personality, she can only stand without breaking and wait for her to break the string.'"

"That's what I said..."

"Why don't you suggest artificially helping butterflies break out of their cocoons?" the seventh military advisor said in a calm voice.

You can find the answer to this question by opening any common search engine. Mori Ran fell into silence.

For a long time, she said dullly: "It would be great if my father could switch the emotional module on and off freely like me."

The Seventh Military Advisor did not respond to these childish words. There was a sound of water in the spacious room, and the boundless invisible spiritual force field spread majestically, lifting up the dense black algae.

The naked man put on a bathrobe and started another topic:

"The fox has set off?"

"Yes, there are still two hours and forty-two minutes until Researcher Qin Yuqiao arrives at his destination." Senran's voice became cold and mechanical, as if he really turned off the emotional module after uttering that sigh.

The Seventh Army Master nodded.

As a minister, he will not interfere in the Lord's affairs, and it is more than enough to pay attention to a few young generals.

…

The clear sound of the clashing goblets was lost in the brisk drumbeats. Men and women of different looks swayed lazily on the edge of the dance floor. An ambiguous orange halo shrouded the tall bar, and the glass bottles displayed in sequence reflected a little bit of light.

Suddenly the music stopped, the noisy conversations and the main lighting disappeared. The dim environment seemed to be brewing a storm. The lone drinker in the VIP seat also raised his head and held his breath together with everyone else.

A few seconds later, a spotlight was cast directly at the entrance of the stage without any hesitation.

The tall figure appeared without warning, with deep eyes shining under the delicate mask that almost covered his entire face.

"Zephiel! Zephiel!"

The hustle and bustle returned after a brief period of surprise, and the crowd burst out with fiery calls. The young man's name rang out uniformly in the huge venue. His mere appearance could attract all the fanatical attention.

Then he moved, his slender legs striding forward towards the center of the dance floor. The beam of light that belonged to him always followed his footsteps. It wasn't until he stepped on the curved stage that it spread out quickly, hanging from the ceiling. The rotating light ball bursts into neon colors.

The right hand wearing a black half-glove caressed the button-dense mixing console gently and teasingly, and pressed the play button hard at an unexpected time.

In an instant, rhythmic and dynamic music resounded throughout the venue, the atmosphere was completely ignited, arousing surging noise, and followers' hands were waving passionately everywhere they looked.

"It's right!" the man roared, raising the bottle, "It has to be the Emperor's trump card!"

Louder than the roars were the screams of the women. No one could take their eyes away from the controller's graceful body. Under the spotlight, he was as white as a god, and his thin white shirt could not hide his inner clothes. His skin, as thin as a chain, was loosely wrapped around his waist. It was clearly an inconspicuous brown-black color, but it exuded a special sense of presence because of his flamboyant action of sitting sideways on the DJ stage with his hands on his side.

He tilted his head and clamped the monitoring headphones on his shoulders. "Zephiel" swayed slightly to the beat of the drums, lazily but precisely stuck to every beat. His hands firmly held the key to emotion, twisting and rubbing. It is all light and calm, playing with the heartstrings between the palms of the hands.

It was a long, crazy night.

…

When it was still dark, the young DJ quietly walked off the stage. He was so drunk that he fell asleep in the venue. There was no applause to send him off, but the silence after the carnival was the best compliment, which meant that everyone was fully moved. Investment, and this can better reflect the strength of DJ's field control than the amount credited to the bank card.

Entering the dressing room, DJ took off his gorgeous mask. The uneven patterns on it looked like butterflies, and under the eye sockets there was a line of squiggles, Zefir, the name of a kind of white wine, and also DJ's unique code name at the famous nightclub Emperor.

Based on the family environment, DJ knows more about tea than wine. When the general manager of the Emperor branch in Hangzhou asked him which bottle he wanted to choose in the famous wine collection room, he looked around and finally landed on Zefir, not because he liked it, but because its English name started with Z. Five letters, the same as my teacher.

After putting away the mask, DJ's hand hung on the top of his hair without taking off the wig.

Distinctive personal characteristics are an advantage, and they can always easily create blind spots for others. Just like now, just looking at the back, no one can compare the DJ with messy bangs and samurai hair and the long-haired bun with amethyst. The "Thousand Colors" Xia Song is associated with the hairpin.

Xia Song changed her clothes, put on her sunglasses, mask, and scarf, and walked out of the Queen's Gate with her gym bag in hand and her head bowed.

The car had already parked on the side of the road. He bent over and sat in the back seat. After driving a distance, he took off his wig, rubbed his tight scalp, and used his fingers to comb his real hair, which was tangled up in the hair net.

In the past, they were busy performing and singing in variety shows. Not only Xia Song, but also several other members of the idol group had a significant decline in the frequency of side jobs - except for Xing Yufei and Lou Lan, both of whom had side jobs for a fixed period of time every year - but as their debut is approaching, singing Yes, UU Reading www.uukanshu.net's tight schedule is freed up, which can free up time to take care of other work. It also makes it easier to change my mood and adjust my state when the rehearsal schedule is irritating.

Xia Song stretched his neck, and the weakness of the explosive player was gradually exposed. The fatigue turned into a deep sleepiness, which came up involuntarily, making him just want to go back and get into Shi Yan's bed and hug him to sleep... Tsk, another A guy with long hair had better be smarter and don't steal someone's house while he's not around.

"Call me when you get there."

Even smacking his tongue didn't stop his sleepiness from getting more and more arrogant. Xia Song gave instructions to the driver in a hoarse voice and closed his eyes heavily under his sunglasses.

He was finally woken up by the car's built-in smart reminder sound.

The calm mechanical female voice sounded a bit harsh. Xia Song frowned impatiently, fumbled to take off his sunglasses, and opened his eyes.

He immediately shuddered after seeing his surroundings clearly, and his sleepiness disappeared without a trace in an instant.

This is, where?

The car was still on, the driver's seat was empty, and the driver was nowhere to be found. At the same time, the electronic clock in the car clearly showed five o'clock in the morning, but it was completely dark outside the car. The outline looked like an abandoned factory with extremely poor light transmission, or a large garage with no lights on.

Xia Song lowered his face and looked ugly.

He reached for the gym bag with very small movements, and soon his heart sank again.

There is no cell signal.

Xia Song's hand had already entered the emergency communication. After pressing the three numbers 110 in sequence, he hesitated and did not dial immediately.

Will it irritate the other party?

Although he didn't hear footsteps or obvious breathing, he couldn't rule out that they were far away, or that he had just woken up and his senses were dull, and his normal perception, which had been improved by medicinal baths, was not fully utilized.

what to do?