After Zheng Qiushi left the clubhouse, he immediately called Zheng Qiushuang.
"... Sister, don't worry, everything will be resolved soon."
I don't know what was said at the other end, the man's brows and eyes stretched, "...It's too strange to say thank you between us siblings, Fanfan is also my own nephew, can I just sit and watch him ruined?"
After the call was over, before Zheng Qiushuang had time to put down the phone, Xia Qingfan rushed forward.
"Mom, what does my uncle say?"
The woman glared at him. She was in her forties, and there were already fine lines around her eyes, but her voice was still sweet and soft: "I know how to trouble your uncle! Don't do this again next time."
As soon as Xia Qingfan heard it, he knew that the matter was settled.
He immediately took out his mobile phone, logged in to Weibo, ignored those insulting private messages, clicked on the trending search, and his eyes immediately showed joy.
Those unfavorable entries and topics were withdrawn and sealed. Even if there were still one or two on the list, the popularity was no longer what it was before, and the ranking dropped to the bottom.
In the top ten of the hot search, only the years are quiet, and the bloody rain of the day has been wiped clean.
"Uncle is still amazing!"
The woman sighed: "You, don't cause trouble, how many messes has your uncle helped clean up these years?"
It is clearly admonition, but if you distinguish carefully, you will find the hidden pampering and indulgence in it.
Sure enough, Xia Qingfan didn't listen at all, and said casually: "Got it..."
Then he put on his coat and left.
"Eh? Where are you going so late?"
"Back to the training camp, everything is settled, the show will definitely continue to be recorded, if I don't go back, will I hand over the C position to others?"
The woman complained: "There is no shortage of food, clothing, or money at home. Why do you say you have to suffer that? Being a celebrity is not only tiring, but also lacks privacy. What should you do if you encounter this situation today? Fanfan, mom only I hope you are safe and sound, healthy, and you don't want to be extravagant... "
"Okay!" Xia Qingfan interrupted a little unhappy, "There is no reason to give up halfway when something has already started. Unless I make a smooth debut, I won't be reconciled."
After finishing speaking, he put on the other shoe, closed the door and left.
Soon the sound of a car engine starting came from the yard.
The woman sighed helplessly, but she had already started thinking about asking her younger brother to give her the C position to her son...
Shouldn't be difficult, right
He is the head of the station!
…
But Xia Qingfan said that he drove all the way back to the villa where he lived during the training camp.
Kicking open the dormitory door, the other roommates were stunned, staring at him with wide eyes in astonishment.
Xia Qingfan didn't notice anything wrong with what he did just now, and glanced around: "Where's Jiang Chenxing?"
No one answered.
His sharp eyes fell on Mo Yunan: "You, speak, don't make me repeat it a second time."
Mo Yunan, who was pointed out, stuttered: "He...he's not here...he was picked up by his family..."
"Heh, if I remember correctly, students are not allowed to leave privately during training, right? Once discovered, they will be disqualified from the competition."
That's shameless.
Obviously he himself just came back.
Seeing that everyone was silent, Xia Qingfan sneered: "Don't think that Jiang Chenxing can walk sideways if he has a backing, and I'm fine now? If you are smart and interesting enough, you should know which side you stand on."
After finishing speaking, he snorted again: "If you stand on the wrong side, it will be a sad day."
Everyone, look at me, and I look at you, each with their own thoughts.
Only Mo Yunan, who didn't look at anyone, lowered his eyebrows and closed his eyes, wondering what he was thinking.
…
The Han family.
The old man was so angry that he ate half a bowl less than usual.
The three Han Shen brothers also remained silent.
For a moment, the atmosphere on the table froze slightly.
Jiang Xiaodi, who had just been taken home, could see it, smiled and served Han Qishan soup, and added vegetables to the three uncles' bowls—
"This soup is very fresh. Grandma Liu said it was stewed with mandarin fish. What about the 'mandarin fish' of 'Peach Blossom Flowing Water Mandarin Fish Fat'..."
"There is also this spare ribs, sweet and sour, my sister and I both like it. Although the taste is different from what my father made, they are all delicious!"
Only then did the Four King Kong's expressions soften a little.
The old man lowered his head to drink the soup, then nodded: "Well, it's really fresh!"
Han Shen: "If you like ribs, eat more."
Han Ke: "Let Aunt Liu do it for you tomorrow."
Han Heng put down his chopsticks directly, and said in a muffled voice, "I'm full, you can eat."
After speaking, get up and leave.
Zheng Qiushi's toughness and Blueberry Taiwan's stubbornness gave him a lot of blows.
During this period, Han Heng and his agent Bing Ge tried to seize the control of public opinion from each other, but they failed.
The scarf went directly to Zheng Qiushi's side. Even if they spent a lot of money on marketing and popular searches, the other party's tricks, such as deleting posts, banning words and titles, could easily settle everything.
"Grass—it's so pissing off!"
Yes, Zheng Qiushi's style of play is no different from directly sewing the opponent's mouth in the debate field——
I won't let you talk, I'm anxious to kill you!
"Too bad."
"Is there no other way?"
"This Zheng Qiushi has been operating in the industry and at the top for many years, with a huge and complicated network of relationships behind him, and he himself is a quiet person."
"The old man also has friendship with the higher-ups? Why don't you try calling?"
Han Qishan immediately got ready to get his phone.
Han Shen shook his head and stopped: "The scope of authority of those few people you know doesn't cover the entertainment industry."
It's useless to fight.
People don't care about this.
Han Ke: "After all, the seat is there, so it's not like you can't say a word?"
Han Shen: "Do you think you can kill flies with a kitchen knife? Then you have to use a mosquito repellent swatter."
"The key is that I can't find a mosquito repellent swatter now! Why don't you ask Xie Dingyuan? He has a lot of connections, maybe he can..."
The corner of Han Shen's mouth twitched: "With Xie Dingyuan's character, do you think he will make friends with people in the entertainment industry?"
Forehead!
"Then what should we do now? Could it be that we just watched the Blueberry TV completely wipe out the matter, and forcibly blocked everyone's mouths?"
Han Shen gritted his teeth: "As long as Wangxin and bare buttocks can make a sound, Blueberry TV would not dare to be so arrogant."
As soon as the words fell, Han Heng suddenly raised his eyes: "Boss, what did you just say?"
"As long as the net letter and bare buttocks..."
"Stop! Bare buttocks are the proper fly swatter. I think there is someone who can swing this swatter down and beat the flies to death."
"who?"
Han Heng pursed his lips, took out his mobile phone, and dialed: "Yueyue, Shen Xing has been bullied, do you care about this matter?"
…
Jiang Fuyue received the blood samples from recovered patients from Continent F a week ago, and they are studying and analyzing them day and night in the laboratory of Ming University.
Every day except the cafeteria, it is the laboratory, two o'clock and one line, and I haven't even returned to the dormitory.
When Han Heng called, she had just eaten and was about to walk around the laboratory table a few times to digest her food.
If it was a few minutes late, Jiang Fuyue might not be able to pick it up.
When she enters the closed area, she never brings her mobile phone, and puts it on the test bench outside.
A "little uncle" lingered on the lips, and before he called out, he heard that Jiang Chenxing was bullied
what's the situation
By whom
How did you bully me
Five minutes later, Jiang Fuyue, who had learned all about what had happened, said in a low voice, "Okay, I got it."
…
It's night, eight o'clock in the evening.
The moon hangs on the branches, and the cool breeze brings coolness.
A certain meeting room in Guangju.
After Tang Youtian killed two low-quality online dramas one after another, and banned a three-none TV channel with insufficient qualifications, he finally waved his hand and called "the meeting is over".
Everyone breathed a sigh of relief, as if they had received an amnesty.
"Tang Bureau is too scary." The hands of the intern holding the computer couldn't help shaking.
"It's good to get used to it, you called 'Papa Tang' for nothing?"
"What is vigorous and resolute, do you know now? Young man, learn a little bit."
The intern almost didn't cry: I can't, and I don't deserve it!
Tang Youtian pressed his temples wearily, and just as he was packing up his things and preparing to leave, the phone rang suddenly, and a string of unfamiliar numbers without names appeared on the screen.
He frowned, hesitated for a moment, and chose to answer, but his tone was cold enough to freeze people—
"Hello?"
It's not that he is unreasonable, but that there are too many monsters and ghosts who want to go through the back door.
And the tone on the other end was also the same light tone, much more indifferent than his indifference: "It's me, Jiang Fuyue."
Tang Youtian was taken aback for a moment, then smiled into his eyes, and his voice became gentle: "It's you... everything is ready for the interview, and I'm about to contact you, so you just..."
"Sorry," Jiang Fuyue interrupted him directly, "I'm afraid I can't accept your interview."
Tang Youtian was shocked.