The demon king just learned the team's name, he was taken aback for a while, and the barrage instantly laughed crazy.
[Well, what is the name of the sand sculpture team? 】
[Hahahaha, dick army hahahaha, no, I'll go ahead for a while hahahaha! 】
[Is there something wrong with the system? It may be called Dior Army, the operation management has chosen a typo! 】
Everyone firmly believes that the high-end, high-end Dad Chen will not choose such a vulgar name. He must have received an advertisement for a certain luxury product.
The programmer Ge Ge was not there and couldn't send help e-mails, so the devil had to call the operation department to confirm. The game went live today, and everyone in the operation department was working overtime, and soon picked up.
"That's right, the name given by the president, let's use it boldly." The sister of the operation department comforted him.
"..." The demon king hung up the phone, looked at each other with the four brothers on the other side of the screen. After a long while, he laughed, "Okay, the army is the army. This name is awesome. Since it was given by Chen Fei's father. , Then will not be harmonized, just walk!"
[Diaojun-Black God of War: Walk around, and if you win, let the opponent kneel and call my name! 】
[Diaojun-Bad: Wow, how can I tell my mom about my new team when I go home, Mom, I’m going to the game again, that’s the Diaojun team...]
While talking, the field opened. The early stage is a points match, where opponents are randomly ranked, regardless of the time spent playing 30 games, points are ranked according to the winning rate. The top ten teams in this zone will go to the elimination round.
The first game is the Bronze Age in the background.
There was yellow sand everywhere, and bronze swords, guns, swords and halberds piled all over the ground. The casting of battleships must be made of local materials, and the materials of the Bronze Age are these bronzes. Everyone was suppressed to the same level, starting from the beginning.
The two sides met and greeted each other.
[Qingshan: Qingshan does not change to green water, we are the Qingshan team, please advise! 】
[Diaojun: Please recite our names in the tone of poetry recitation, thank you! 】
【Qingshan:...】
Jiao Qi didn't look any further, turned off the live broadcast, and looked up to find Zhang Chenfei, but he didn't see anyone else. The living room was empty, and the doggie was sleeping on the carpet with his belly turned over.
He didn't know when he was covered with a thin blanket, Jiao Qi lifted the blanket and went upstairs to find him. The light in the study was on, and Zhang Shuai was reading a book, a thick copy of The Art of War.
"Why do you think about the art of war?" Jiao Qi tried to understand the thinking of the warlord Mr. Zhang.
"I used to be a rough person, I didn't understand this. I didn't know the importance of reading until I was really going to fight," reached out and took Xiaojiao's wife up and let him sit on the table, "Come on, you read a lot, tell me Tell me, what does this'beauty trick' mean?"
Jiao Qi rolled his eyes. This is obviously an unkind question. He would not be fooled: "I don't understand this foreign language I read."
"You don't understand? Then I'll tell you, are you right?" Zhang Chenfei smiled, spread the book on the table, and said solemnly, "For example, your father, want to open a factory in the southern part of the city. , But he couldn't snatch the Li family, so he sent you to warm my bed. When I was happy every day, I sent a hundred soldiers to snatch the land to him."
Jiao Qi: "..." He jumped off the table and left, was caught by the powerful warlord and pressed it on his leg.
"Look at you, thin-skinned, you can't stand it with just a few words?" Zhang Chen became more excited and leaned over to rub his chin. "I haven't finished talking to you yet. This next strategy is called'anti-guest-oriented'. It means that we are in bed, originally you were down there, and when you were happy you turned up and moved by yourself... Whoops, baby, don't you dare to screw it up, if you screw it up, you will have to be a widow for the rest of your life, oh!"
After making a fuss for a while, when it was time to go to bed, the commander who had just read the art of war was calm, and decided to take it easy, not as anxious as yesterday. Talking under the soft goose down quilt, he wrapped Xiaojiao's wife tightly in his arms without a trace, and let him adapt slowly.
Jiao Qi naturally did not resist Lao Gong’s embrace. He adjusted a comfortable posture and closed his eyes to sleep. He heard the sentence "Tomorrow I will let you return home beautifully and beautifully", thinking that he was dreaming and he didn’t take it seriously. .
When I woke up the next day, I saw Zhang Chenfei, who was actively preparing gifts for the old man, only to realize that he was serious. The old rules of the past, on the third day of marriage, the new wife returned home.
"Why come back! I'm a man who is not a new wife... Bah, we have been married for seven years, how can I tell my dad when we go back?" There are a lot of things in the company today, and the old man has already gone out this morning. The sun is scorching, what door to return. If Zhang Chenfei said any more lines, it would be hard to imagine the scene.
"Although it is the Republic of China, we still have to respect the tradition. Actually, it is OK to go back to my house, but there is only a grave left in my house, and there is no place to eat." Zhang Chenfei turned out two boxes of cigars, a little dumbfounded.
He bought the first box earlier, but he took it out and bit one and couldn't give it away. Later, the auction didn't buy it, so Zhang Chenfei asked someone to buy another box abroad, and he spoiled one when he picked it up from Jiao Qi on Monday. Now, none of the boxes will work.
Jiao Qi sighed, took out a gap from the first box and stuffed it into the second box, raised his hand and called Dad.
"Chenchen said he wanted to come back to see me. You are busy during the day, so let's go home again at night." Fortunately, Jiao Zuoren was not confused, and directly rejected Zhang Chenfei's suggestion to return home in the morning and told them to go back after get off work.
"Why are you so smart! It's worth staying abroad!" Zhang Dashuai was very happy holding a complete box of cigars, which saved him from calling someone to buy it.
Jiao Qi ignored him and took the adjusted cigar by himself, so as not to be bitten by Zhang Chenfei, who was suddenly excited, and went home empty-handed at night. I'm not going to Shifei today, Basho has an important meeting to be held.
The introduction of American TV dramas has been completed and is now on the platform one after another. The response is not bad and it has earned enough reputation, but in terms of profit, it is not as good as expected.
"According to the survey feedback, 80% of the main players watching rice dramas are young people. However, platform users are of all ages, and rice dramas will not have an explosive effect in the short term." The marketing department concluded.
It may be related to the fact that Asians are prone to face blindness when they see Europeans and Americans. Older users generally don't like to watch it. It's okay for the rice drama to be a long-term one, because the plot is better and suitable for repeated watching.
"Bangguo soap opera was introduced by Big Eye Video next door, and the click-through rate is very impressive. So we consider introducing a monthly TV series in the next quarter." If we dare not mention a large number of introductions, the marketing department proposes to introduce one first.
Jiao Qi has read the profit statement, but it was totally unexpected. This is a long-term plan, and I didn't intend to get all the investment back in the short term. The reason the marketing department is anxious is to flush out the performance in the second half of the year so as to keep the year-end bonus.
Two fingers clicked on the table, and the needle in the conference room was quiet.
"The introduction of monthly TV series was originally a plan for the first half of next year. Now it is on the agenda. The real broadcast will take spring as soon as possible," Jiao Qi said in a deep voice. , When will it be profitable?"
Speaking of the marketing director and marketing director sweating on their foreheads, just when everyone thought that the president would deduct their bonuses, Jiao Qi agreed to the plan to introduce monthly TV series. But only one broadcast was allowed a year ago, giving them a chance to make up for the year-end bonus.
Everyone was so excited, they tried their best to select high-quality dramas.
"The president seems to have a better temper than before," the marketing director whispered, "it makes people feel like spring breeze."
"Is there?" The marketing director who was being trained every day was bitter, and didn't feel that this was originally Jiao Qi's style of doing things. "Are you not like Mr. Zhang, you feel happy to see that handsome face is being scolded?"
"Go go, I'm a straight man!"
After a busy day, after get off work in the evening, Zhang Chenfei drove to pick him up. When you return, it's better not to bring soldiers to scare the old man.
Jiao's mother went out to film again, and there were only Jiao's father and servants at home. The two hadn't been home for a long time, and Jiao Zuoren was obviously very happy and asked the chef to cook the barbecue Jiao Qi likes to eat.
Eating barbecue at night is not easy to digest, but this is the heart of Dad, and Jiao Qi can't say anything. But Zhang Chen had no scruples and sat on the sofa carelessly: "Yanyan's stomach is not good, so let him stew a bowl of soup for nourishing the stomach first, you dad... Um!"
Jiao Qi stuffed a plum in his mouth and changed the subject by pointing at the samurai sword on the knife stand nearby: "I haven't seen this knife before."
Zhang Chenfei followed Xiaojiao's wife's hand and looked over, saw a month-style long knife, took off the plum in his mouth, and narrowed his eyes slightly: "This is a sword, right?"
"Well, it's Taidao," Jiao Dad brought the knife over to Zhang Chenfei. "An old friend gave it to him the day before yesterday."
Zhang Chenfei took the knife and took a closer look, then put it back in silence.
After dinner and on the way home, Dashuai Zhang was in a heavy heart: "Tell your father to stop contacting that friend. The situation is tense now. There is no benefit to contacting people in Yue's home country."
"what?"
"The army of Yue's own country is marching towards East China." Thinking that Xiaojiao's wife didn't know the stakes in this, Zhang Chenfei seriously reasoned with him. The survival of the nation is no joke.
Now domestic warlords are fighting separately, and several countries are eyeing them. Among them, the most joyous one is Yue's own country. Now that the army has grown, it can temporarily guarantee the safety of the 13 provinces of East China. Other provinces with weak forces are already at risk.
Back home, Zhang Chenfei hugged Xiaojiao's wife and fell on the velvet cushion, tearing open the snow-white shirt. Seeing Taito's irritability made him eager to turn Young Master Jiao into his own, so as to calm the inexplicable anxiety.
"What are you doing?"
"Hi!"
"No," Jiao Qi pushed him away. He smelled of barbecue before he took a bath. "First take a bath."
"Taking a bath? A joke, I have visited several hills every day, and I have never taken a bath." Zhang Chenfei sneered, grabbed the little wife in his arms and pinched his chin, "Do you know, you refused these times and again? What is my behavior?"
What behavior? Jiao Qi thought about it seriously, and tried to persuade him to take a bath with words that the old attack from the Republic of China could understand: "Fight against the oppression of the dirty warlords!"