Ji Mingshu didn't say a word, and he didn't need this little sister to inform her that he already knew - he was scolded on the trending list.
#Designer#
#Designer Ji Mingshu#
#Ji Ming Shu Yan Yue Xing#
Three of the top ten were in the top ten searches, and there was Pei Xiyan, a melon-eating crowd who was forcibly brought in by the program group fifteen or five times away. A home improvement program did this for the sake of popularity. It could be said that it didn't care about the cost.
Ji Mingshu pursed her lips, her face expressionless, but if you observe carefully, you will find that her hand holding the phone is trembling slightly.
The other little sisters who came to watch the musical together didn’t sit in the same row as her and Vivian. Now they came to look for them after the show, and they all knew about the hot search. They got together and chatted in surprise. :
"What's the situation? This is it."
"Who is this Yan Yuexing? She looks like a small peripheral on the 18th line, is she pulling our Xiaoshu to hype her?"
"Don't think about it for sure."
"Hey, isn't Junyi the sponsor of this show? How could it be like this, is the show crew crazy?"
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Let's be honest, these little sisters are plastic, but it's very comforting when they're on your side to go all out and humiliate someone else.
Just like at this moment, if there weren't these little sisters coaxing and coaxing her, Ji Mingshu would probably be so angry that she couldn't walk steadily, let alone leave the theater normally and take a special car.
On the way home, Ji Mingshu sat in the backseat of the car and looked at his mobile phone. The driver looked in the rearview mirror, and always felt that something was wrong with her expression.
You must know that the little ancestor said to go to Xinggang International to get something last time, but he didn't even make a sound when he couldn't get it back. Afterwards, he was warned by Zhou Zhuhaosheng, who also said that he would deduct his year-end bonus next time.
Isn't it the New Year's Eve soon? How can the year-end bonus be deducted at this juncture
The driver made up his mind that if the little ancestor really wanted to lose his temper, he had to call Zhou Zhu first to pick himself off.
Fortunately, what he was worried about didn't happen. Although the little ancestor's expression became worse and worse all the way, he still went back to Mingshui Mansion smoothly. He didn't care if he was in a good mood or not when he sent all the people.
[You idiot, the nineteenth generation of your mother's ancestors are dead!]
[What the hell are you still in front of our Xing Xing?]
[Your mother is dead, your father is dead, and the whole family is dead!]
In Weibo comments and private messages, there was an endless stream of such unsightly insults, and even Yan Yuexing's fans took screenshots of her show on the show and posted them to her.
Ji Mingshu was sitting on the sofa in the living room, the crystal lamp was shining brightly, making his eyes hurt. She rubbed it, and suddenly a big teardrop fell down.
After being pampered and spoiled for more than 20 years, this is the first time that she has been abused by so many people with such ugly words. She is very angry, as if she is about to explode, but apart from being angry, she is also a little flustered and scared at a loss.
After sitting there for half an hour, she picked up her mobile phone and called Cen Sen, but only a mechanical female voice said: The phone you dialed has been turned off.
Her stagnant thinking was like a rusty gear, pushed by this female voice, and turned slowly.
Oh, he should be on the plane right now. It takes about eleven hours from the imperial capital to Paris, and there may be delays, dead pig's hooves.
Trembling, she put down her phone, circled her legs and buried her head in, forcing herself to calm down, forcing herself not to think about those verbal attacks.
In fact, in just half an hour, many people were calling her and sending messages to care about her, Gu Kaiyang, Jiang Chun, Cen Yang, Li Che, Feng Yan... There were even some who were reminded by their managers to watch the news just after their self-study next night. Percy banquet.
But she didn't want to pick it up, look at it, or return it, she just wanted to hear Cen Sen's voice, she just wanted to see Cen Sen, that's all.
On the other side, Cen Sen had just arrived at Charles de Gaulle Airport, it was afternoon in Paris, and the sky was shining brightly.
As the Chinese New Year was approaching, he didn't want to go on a business trip, and Zhou Jiaheng did not arrange a business trip for him.
But this time, it was Cen Yuanchao who called directly and asked him to fly to Paris to meet the investor and talk about the Nanwan project that Jingjian and Jijia cooperated.
Nanwan is a land-based island free trade zone covering an area of 25 square kilometers in the east of Nancheng, with a very advantageous geographical location.
During its heyday, the Ji family teamed up with the Su family to win the development rights of the Nanwan project and established the Nanwan Development and Construction Company. Ji and Su held 51% of the company's shares, and the other 49% was controlled by the Nanwan District Government.
With the cancellation of the marriage between Ji and Su's family, the internal power of the Su family has changed. The new person in charge believes that the investment cycle of the Nanwan project is too long and the risk index is too high. He would rather lose money than transfer the shares and decide to withdraw.
The Ji family didn't want outsiders to intervene and lose the initiative, so they had to find their new in-laws, Cen Yuanchao, to cooperate.
Cen Yuanchao is a little interested in this project, and the Cen family is not like the Su family with a small closed-loop capital and can't spare the energy to toss this long-term investment project. After forming a relevant team and considering it, Cen Yuanchao made a decision and took over the shares of the Su family and the Ji family. Jointly developed, and spent tens of billions on infrastructure in the early stage.
Such a large project has a long cycle span, and it is impossible to rely on the two of them for sustainable output, so the two have been looking for suitable investors without losing the initiative.
This time, a wealthy French-Chinese man was interested in the project, and Cen Yuanchao specially asked Cen Sen to come to talk with him in person. After all, the future development of Nanwan, as well as the entire Beijing construction, would be handed over to him.
Zhou Jiaheng accompanied him on a business trip as usual, and when he got off the plane, he talked to Cen Sen about the itinerary in Paris, and he did not forget to turn on his work phone.
Less than ten seconds after turning on the phone, a call came in.
"Hello?" He took a step behind and pressed answer, but the more he listened, the uglier his face became.
Cen Sen's cell phone was still on. He glanced at Zhou Jiaheng, and for some reason, an ominous premonition suddenly rose in his heart.
Sure enough, after the call, Zhou Jiaheng lowered his head and reported with a gray face: "I'm sorry, Mr. Cen, there was a problem with the "Designer" program that Madam participated in. I'm sorry, it was my negligence."
"say clearly."
The instinct of total assistance made Zhou Jiaheng subconsciously organize the concise language. He briefly recounted to Cen Sen the incident of Ji Mingshu being scolded into the hot search after the second episode of the program, and then whispered: "I will contact the program team immediately. and relevant media to withdraw the news.”
Zhou Jiaheng knew that there was no shirkable responsibility for this matter. Not long ago, after Cen Sen and Ji Mingshu reconciled, Cen Sen specifically asked him what he told the program team before, and whether they had asked the program team to cut Ji Mingshu's scenes .
He answered "No" truthfully, he only asked the program crew to change the cp of Ji Mingshu and Li Che, and also asked the program crew not to focus on Ji Mingshu for shooting.
In order to prevent the program crew from misunderstanding, Cen Sen directly cut Ji Mingshu's shots, and even asked him to say hello, so that Ji Mingshu could appear normally.
It was originally a small matter of one sentence, but he thought a little further. In order not to let the program team go too far and directly changed from no shots to key productions, he did not reveal Ji Mingshu's identity straight to the point, but asked the program team to send the finished film first. have a look.
At that time, Ji Mingshu's and his group's share of the program was only for a small half, that is, the first half of the first episode.
Zhou Jiaheng watched it over and over, and found that the program crew did not misunderstand what he meant, so he gave Ji Mingshu a plum cut.
Moreover, Ji Mingshu and other amateur designers appear on the screen at the same frequency. As for the performance, it is quite satisfactory and normal.
He was relieved and didn't talk too much about it.
But after all, he rarely came into contact with entertainment programs, and he never thought about such things as devil editing.
Moreover, he has a lot of specific tasks to be responsible for every day, and it is impossible to have time to browse a large amount of original shooting materials and compare them with the final film one by one.
So when he heard the news, his mind was stunned.
He, Zhou Jiaheng, has followed Cen Sen for many years, and has always been careful and never made a mistake. But with such a small program group, he stumbled twice, and each time was more serious than the last.
His heart was so cold that he didn't dare to think about the year-end award. Now he just wanted to get rid of the program group, deal with the online public opinion, and finally find a piece of land in a foreign country to die first.
It's just that Cen Sen is obviously not in the mood to deal with him right now.
After the phone was turned on, Cen Sen called Ji Mingshu directly, and after about three rings, Ji Mingshu picked it up.
There was silence on the other end of the phone, and I couldn't hear my breathing, only the slight sound of electric current.
He didn't know what he was thinking, and stopped in the airport hall without moving.
The appointment with the investor was just tonight, and the other party managed to spare a night to entertain him, and told him early on, what kind of authentic French meal he arranged here, and how to make him feel the pure French style And the expectation and sincerity of the cooperation between the two parties.
If he turns around now and rushes back to the imperial capital, there is no need to think about this cooperation.
After a long time, he suddenly said, "Mingshu, I'm sorry, I'll be right back."
Ji Mingshu was tense all the time, and comforted himself that it was no big deal, and when Cen Sen found out, he would definitely seek justice for her, but when Cen Sen finally called and heard him say "I'm sorry", she couldn't bear it all of a sudden. Stop, crying out of grievance.
She was crying and sobbing, and she still didn't forget to scold him intermittently, "You... What kind of husband are you... Investing in a show can make your wife be scolded... Do you think you hate me secretly? Woooooo Sen, you bastard! I didn't do anything... It's not like what was broadcast on the show at all, I, I didn't bully others! Hiccup..." She started to hiccup after crying.
"Well, I'm an asshole." He closed his eyes and his voice became hoarse, "Don't cry, be good."
Ji Mingshu scolded him while wiping away his tears with a tissue, and he scolded him for five minutes.
But when Cen Sen lowered her voice and asked Zhou Jiaheng to book a flight back immediately, she suddenly remembered that Cen Sen had mentioned how important this cooperation was before leaving, and she choked up and shouted again, "No!"
"What?"
"Don't come back, just stay in Paris and reflect on yourself!"
Cen Sen understood after a moment.
After a long time, he asked, "Can you?"
"What can't I do? My cousin knows how to remove hot searches for me. When someone from a remote area like you gets the news, my grave has been scolded to grow grass. You are not allowed to come back!"
Ji Mingshu's voice was full of tears, but there was also a sense of relief after venting, and even... a sense of satisfaction of being comforted that only she knew.