Doomsday Bosses Win the Entertainment Industry

The funniest "reasonable guess" is to say that Yangliu Entertainment is behind her. Otherwise, why would she film "The Cage" and sing "Youth" again, and even put her name on the special thanks for the research; She is actually Cen Yi's illegitimate son, the prince of Yangliu Entertainment, Liu Huajun's main palace raised three children with tears, and she is both miserable and strong.

"The brain is quite big."

Qin Jue slightly twitched the corners of his mouth and sighed softly.

【Little Wolf...】

[I feel a little uncomfortable. I scolded you for so long just now and felt so sorry for you, but did you say this in the first sentence? 】

[Pfft, hahaha, Lang Lang, hurry up! Beat them yourself! 】

[I am also a little uncomfortable, the rice circle is really difficult, I want to get rid of fans]

[Don't wear skin on the front, okay? Hurry up and don't send it]

【. . . I'm a fan, have you scolded me, okay?]

[Hugs all sisters, it's just the rice circle, not the little wolf.]

[We really need to organize a bit, there is nothing in anti-black and data...]

[Everyone calm down, don't accidentally hurt your own people QAQ]

[It's obviously Xia Yuting who came to mess with us! Everyone ignore it! 】

【Why don't you care? Fuck, get it back! 】

[Little Wolf said it would be better for Buddha, don't worry about it or not, let's calm down]

[Fuck it all hit the house, why don't you fight back? Don't you want to be bullied by others in the future? 】

Qin Jue tiredly stretched out his hands and pressed the temples on both sides.

She has no obligation to take care of a group of bear children even when she is very tired.

"It belongs to my family. It seems that what I said before, you guys got emotional and almost forgot about it."

Qin Jue exhaled, moved his wrist slowly twice, and continued to type on the keyboard.

Because she was doing two things with one mind, she spoke very slowly, and there was a deep sense of fatigue between the sentences.

"The reason why the second sentence sounds like I'm criticizing you is because I think other people I have no position and don't care to talk to."

[Then you are very arrogant, I will laugh at it]

[...What, why are you always talking about us, obviously everyone was very tired and uncomfortable just now? ? 】

[Grass, speechless, this time I really lost my powder]

[You really only come to scold us because you care about us? It sounds weird, who is morally kidnapped, I don’t want to serve it anymore]

[Closed, farewell:)]

"Barrage is optional." Qin Jue continued to type on the keyboard, "regardless of who is a passerby, 'skinned', 'opposite home', or on the spot, get rid of fans and step back on the spot... Whatever you want to say, say whatever you want, and take a rest in time when you are tired. Once a fan, I'm sorry for wasting your time and mood."

She stopped and rubbed her eyes. She didn't sleep efficiently for too long, and stared at the computer for a long time, her eyes gradually became dry.

"For those of you who obediently shut down the barrage before, keep shutting it down, don't look at the comment area, just look at me."

Qin Jue showed a very shallow smile: "No big deal."

She has never been scolded for something ugly, that's all?

"It's past midnight. If you have friends who are going to bed, say goodnight in advance."

Qin Jue spoke intermittently, but his subordinates never stopped.

This live broadcast, which was constantly filled with vicious words in the barrage pool, lasted until six o'clock in the morning.

At first, it was very lively, and even Cen Yi's fans were really involved. I don't know if the "double-duty" fans went to the community for help or what.

Qin Jue completely ignored it.

There are only a few dozen obedient fans who closed the barrage and only watched her. Occasionally they posted one or two punch cards, and they were all seen by her sharp eyes, and they read out a few words of encouragement.

One hour passed, two hours passed.

Six hours passed...

There are fewer and fewer barrages provoking things and insulting things, and in the end there are only a few sporadic ones.

Either seeing Qin Jue unshakable, and scolding him with no pleasure, or he couldn't stand it any longer, and fell asleep with the victory he thought.

After another hour, the scrolling comment area was completely empty, and there were only a few hundred people left to watch online. Many of them joined later, either from the jet lag party or the early rise party.

They occasionally asked a question or two on the barrage, and Qin Jue replied casually, "I'm working on a live broadcast."

This style of painting is very common, so the fans who habitually hang on the live broadcast will be placed there, and they will go to work together with her.

A so-called **** storm was nothing more than a few hours of emotional carnival.

At half past seven in the morning, Qin Jue finally stopped his hands.

Her wrists and fingertips trembled slightly, and her eyes were unbearably sour.

When the mouse clicked on the list of users watching online, Qin Jue's voice was hoarse.

"thanks."

Dozens of people, including Xu Jingyi, quietly accompanied her all night.

They didn't take part in the scolding battle, they didn't get involved in disputes, they just told Qin Jue with their actions that they were all there.

Facts have proved that when the enemy is outnumbered, the war of attrition is always the tactical choice.

Facts have also proved that fans who are sincere, rational and calm, choose to believe her when Qin Jue said "turn off the barrage and ignore it", and wait for her to the end in a more mature way.

[Teacher Qin... you've worked hard]

Xu Jingyi really stayed up all night. In order to be admitted to the graduate school of Beijing University in her senior year, it is not uncommon for her to study and prepare until dawn.

"No--"

Qin Jue smiled, and before he could finish speaking, his elbow on the table suddenly loosened, and he fell down.

Boom!

The pain wasn't that strong, but I felt dizzy when my head hit the table.

Thinking about it too, in order to simulate the irritability of Mo Sen struggling in a nightmare, she hadn't slept well for a long time.

This state of becoming weak without relying on the film and television space is quite rare.

Qin Jue closed his eyes. Zhang Ming, who had been instructed by Sen Ran on the APP, opened the door with a spare room card, a hot towel and a simple breakfast in his hand.

"Thank you Mingzi." Qin Jue covered his head and stood up, weak and weak, and the sound of footsteps could still be heard very far away.

Zhang Ming took a deep breath when he heard the voice, and walked up quickly: "Brother Qin, you won't sleep for another night, right?!"

"Are you live?"

Qin took the warm towel uncommittedly, rolled it up, and put it over his eyes.

[Wait, what did I hear]

【again? ? Qin Xiaolang sleeps well! 】

[Is there an assistant next to him? The assistant brother quickly supervises him to sleep well! ! 】

Qin Jue raised his head, blindly took the soy milk buns, and delivered the breakfast to his mouth without any bias.

Zhang Ming saw the barrage beside him, and was at a loss when he caught a glimpse of the webpage on the screen.

"Brother, brother...you..."

Zhang Ming briefly lost his language and organization ability, and once again staged a stunned look.

"Um?"

Qin never finished his breakfast in five minutes. He covered his eyes with a towel with one hand and passed the remaining plastic bag with the other.

Zhang Ming dazedly answered ~www.wuxiamtl.com~ and still felt mysterious: "You... did this all night?"

"Yup."

Qin Jue yawned sullenly, and heard Feixun's prompt sound from his mobile phone.

"Look at it for me." She was still covered with a towel.

"Oh." When Zhang Ming got his phone, the screen was automatically unlocked. "Uh, he...cough, the director said that the shooting sequence will be adjusted. I will give you a good rest today and tomorrow."

"...I'm really afraid that my Sister will be possessed." Qin Jue was strangely silent for a while, his laughter was full of exhaustion, but his gloom was relieved a lot.

In the watch list, she saw a familiar ID, [HX0112], with the initials of the name in pinyin plus the birthday, which was consistent with the old man's information. It appeared after 5 o'clock this morning, and he used to come here often.

"Ah, the director also asked me to get tea, Brother Qin, should I go first?"

Another news came, and Zhang Ming immediately reported it.

"Go, take your phone." Qin Jue said, suddenly happy, and said softly, "Hey, ask if there are any delicious pastries, I'm greedy."

Zhang Ming thought of the weight of the old man on the opposite side, and his face inevitably twisted when he heard this, but it was only for a few seconds.

"Okay, I know!"

Whatever, it's the most important thing for Brother Qin to be happy!

Zhang Ming hurriedly pushed the door and went out. Qin Jue turned the towel over and continued to cover it.

"Children, just eat something."

She murmured, telling He Xu or Tang Ting on the opposite side of the live broadcast that she was fine and her emotional state was still ok.

but……

This pampering and even indulgent care, somehow, reminded Qin Jue of the small shop on the side of the road when he went to school in his early years.

There was a grandfather from Suzhou in the shop, who would leave her a piece of sweet-scented osmanthus cake every morning.