Wei Ran became famous at a young age and was known as the pastry chef for the Chinese state banquet when he was only 16 years old. Because of his young age, he was regarded as the favorite of the entire chef circle.
It is said that when he was young, he came into contact with a mysterious boss and became his master to improve his craftsmanship. He almost perfectly inherited his master's legacy and was especially accomplished in pastries for state banquets.
Now that he had just grown up, he was directly hired by Qionglou Jade Pavilion and became the head chef of the pastry department.
"Yes, Wei Ran." Ninth Sister raised her eyebrows and looked at Jian Shutong, "Don't you admire him very much? It just so happens that you take this opportunity to find a way to get in touch with him. If you can successfully become a disciple, it will also help you attract fans."
Jian Shutong chuckled and lit a cigarette.
He held the thick cigar between his white jade fingers, and the eye circles between his red lips and white teeth looked out of place with the cheongsam he was wearing.
She smiled lightly, "I only admire Wei Ran, but I have no intention of becoming his teacher. After all, he only studies Chinese pastries, and I have no interest in continuing to study Chinese cuisine."
"No matter how exquisite Eastern dim sum is, it just looks like that, flashy and flashy. How can it compare with the quality of Western palace state banquets?"
Sister Ninth put out her cigarette butt in the ashtray, "That's true."
Jian Shutong quickly smoked the entire cigar, and then he was able to express his craving for cigarettes. The cheongsam accompanied by the smell of smoke did not match the character very well.
"I will arrange some more trolls on Weibo to take the lead and take advantage of this wave of hot searches to gain some popularity."
"Just think that joining Qingyue can help you bring traffic. After all, many of her fans will watch it. You should perform well and try to attract her and Shi Qing'an's fans to your side."
Sister Ninth glanced sideways at Jian Shutong. She didn't feel anything was wrong when she said these words. After all, she had been using these methods to win people over over the years and she had become accustomed to it.
"Yeah." Jian Shutong just responded lightly.
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The scolding war on Weibo is still going on. The navy army bought by Sister Ninth ended up participating in the melee. As expected, Jian Shutong attracted a lot of fans.
[I Want to Fight] The fans of a certain actress are really disgusting, their quality is so low that they can’t help but troll people everywhere, and their popularity is ruined.
[I love it haha] If a singer doesn’t release an album or hold a concert, he often participates in variety shows to earn money and fans, and even allows his own fans to come and rub off on my Shutong’s popularity, I feel haha.
[Carry past ties]Where are you? Do you have anything going on upstairs? Your face fell to the ground and I stepped on you.
[Purple Heart Moyu]? ? ? This is obviously the first time our Qingyue Goddess has participated in a variety show. Please let me know about it!
Bo Yucheng looked at these comments on Weibo with deep eyes.
His narrow eyes narrowed slightly, his pupils as black as paint shone with a cold light, and he suddenly said in a deep voice, "Wen Le."
"Come on, come on." Wen Le immediately opened the door and walked into the office.
He smiled playfully, "Master Bo, what are your orders?"
Bo Yucheng glanced at the screen indifferently, with a hint of impatience and anger between his brows, "Please clean up Weibo."
Wen Le didn't know why and slowly typed out:
"Weibo?" He inexplicably took out his phone and looked down at the latest hot searches, "Ah, my goddess Qingyue is going to record a variety show, but I haven't seen any news about Miss Shi."
He thought something had happened to Shi Qinglan being posted on Weibo.
Bo Yucheng suddenly raised his eyes, glanced at Wen Le with a cold look, and gritted his teeth sadly, "Goddess?"
"Yes, Qingyue is my goddess!" Wen Le didn't notice anything was wrong at all, "Master Bo, do you want to listen to her songs? She has a great figure and a sexy voice. She has countless male fans around the world!"
The look in Bo Yucheng's eyes became even colder.
His eyes were locked on Wen Le, "I heard that mining is going on in the suburbs of Xicheng recently, and it seems that a supervisor is needed..."
"Hiss." Wen Le felt a slight chill behind him. He noticed that something seemed wrong and took a breath of cold air.
He immediately stopped himself and said, "Master Bo, I won't be star-chasing anymore!"
"You go." Bo Yucheng's cold lips parted lightly, and his voice was as cold as if he had just been released from an ice cellar.
Hearing the music, the ghost cried and howled, "Ah, I don't want-"
He heard that the mining projects in the suburbs were very difficult, and the workers crawled out of the holes every day like brittle coals without emotion.
"This matter is non-negotiable, you can get out." Bo Yucheng's voice was extremely cold, and his brows were mercilessly indifferent.
Wen Le never expected that things would turn out like this.
He obviously came into the office to follow orders, but before he knew what was going on, he was thrown into mining...
Yingying strange Wenle wiped away non-existent tears and turned to leave.
Bo Yucheng glanced at the screen with cold eyes, then simply slid the keyboard in front of him, tapping quickly with his slender white fingers, personally cleaning up Qingyue's negative remarks one by one.
Immediately afterwards, the Weibo comment area suddenly became clear...
All the comments of the anti-fans disappeared mysteriously, and some people even changed their accounts to cry, asking themselves why their accounts were banned!
"Tsk, tsk, tsk." Nan Xiyue clicked her tongue and shook her head.
She was half lying on the bed with a facial mask on. She was wrapped in a bathrobe and exposed a large part of her collarbone. Her slender white legs were crossed, and Bluetooth headsets were hung on her ears. "Baby, your husband can do it."
The efficiency of cleaning up the anti-fans was so high that they were all gone before she even had time to notify the publicist to take action.
Shi Qinglan curled her red lips and said, "Don't yell, I'm not married."
Hearing this, Nan Xiyue raised her eyebrows in surprise, and the mask almost slipped off her face. She immediately reached out and patted her cheek.
"The boss hasn't proposed to you yet?"
She was a little slurred because she was wearing a facial mask, "Then he can't. If it were me, I would definitely get a marriage certificate to lock you up. After all, Qingyue has countless male fans around the world, so it's dangerous."
Nan Xiyue already knew about Bo Yucheng stripping off her waistcoat, and it was not a secret for him to know that Qingyue was Shi Qinglan.
"You must keep an eye on the public opinion on Weibo for me these days."
Qinglan was a little annoyed when she said this, and she frowned slightly, "If I had known that my second brother was going to participate in this variety show, I would have rejected it. If there were any more scandals, I would have killed him!"
Nan Xiyue clicked her tongue, "I didn't expect you to be strict with your husband. Isn't he like the domineering president in the novel? When you attend the award ceremony in the future, you are not allowed to wear tube tops, strapless, backless and other styles. Clothes..."
Shi Qinglan: "..." She thought she might have guessed it right.
"Nan Xiyue, you should worry about your marriage!" the girl replied angrily, "I have been single for 25 years and have never been in love, and you are still laughing at me?"
Hearing this, Nan Xiyue was instantly choked by her.
She rolled her eyes and looked up at the ceiling, "I'm single and I'm happy. Besides, I focus on my career. A strong woman like me doesn't need a man at all!"
Shi Qinglan curled her red lips lightly, not believing her lies.
I think back then, Nan Xiyue cried every time she got drunk, why no man dared to pursue her, and she cried so hard that she couldn't help but cry.
Shi Qinglan frowned and thought, a small light bulb suddenly lit up in her head, and a sly look flashed in her eyes, "I suddenly remembered... my two brothers are both single."
Please give me a monthly ticket! Nan Xiyue’s cp, who did you Kangkang lead her to
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