The big entertainer adopted by the female president

Chapter 131 Subpoenas of the Court

The magic capital, Ma Bao's home.

"Clap, clap."

Ma Baoan was sitting in front of the computer, typing on the keyboard skillfully. He was summarizing his experience for this incident, which was also his habit.

After every time he has brought the rhythm online, no matter whether it is successful or not, he will conduct a "tactical summary" in order to have a better record next time.

"Old Ma, dinner is ready." The wife's shout came from outside.

"Come, come." Ma Baoan stretched and stopped his work.

When he came to the restaurant, looking at the sumptuous dinner on the table, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he asked his wife:
"Have you bought the champagne?"

"I bought it." The wife nodded, but her expression was a little hesitant: "Old Ma, why don't you find a serious job. Doing this kind of thing all the time makes me feel a little uneasy in my heart."

"Okay, okay, don't talk about it." Ma Baoan was a little impatient.

Looking at his wife who was hesitant to speak, he frowned and reprimanded: "If you are serious at work, you will have this quick money. I used to serialize novels on the Internet, typing on the keyboard tirelessly every day, how much is the subscription income? "

"What kind of hard life did you live with me at that time? The two of us huddled together in a cramped basement, and we didn't see any meat and fish for half a month. Let's take a look at our current life." Ma Baoan pointed to the apartment. of high-end furniture.

"Although my life was hard at that time, I felt at ease." The wife continued to persuade: "If I cared about these material things, I would not have chosen to marry you."

"You don't care, but I do!" Ma Baoan said with a grim expression: "I was also forced by the dog's life. Everyone is human, so why should we worry about making a living?"

"But you are on a road of no return now..." The wife looked sad.

"Okay, okay, I know you're worried about me." Ma Baoan patted his wife on the shoulder and reassured him, "I'll wash my hands in a golden pot after I work for another two years and save some money."

"Today's harvest is good, let's not talk about these unhappy things, let's eat first, shall we?"

before the table.

Ma Baoan sat in the main seat, opened the champagne on the table, and listened to the crisp sound of unscrewing the cork, the corners of his mouth twitched slightly, and his face was intoxicated.

Well, champagne is a winner's carnival.

In fact, when he first entered the industry, he was indeed forced by life, but after successfully bringing a few rhythms, he gradually became addicted to it and enjoyed the pleasure of guiding the public's emotions.

Ma Baoan turned out to be just a loser in life. He worked hard every day but couldn't earn a few dollars. He lived in a mess. In the prosperous metropolis, he was like a defeated dog.

But guiding public opinion and criticizing facts on the Internet actually made him feel the feeling of pointing the country.

In particular, criticizing celebrities and overthrowing authority, these classes that he is far from reaching in real life, will make him cool from the soles of his feet to the sky.

He thinks this is the experience of "people above people".

Taking a sip of champagne, Ma Baoan ordered an imported cigar for himself, silently experiencing the thrill of successfully guiding public opinion once again.

"You can't smoke less when you're eating." The wife complained beside her.

"It's over in a while." Ma Baoan changed the subject perfunctorily: "It's time for the evening news, you go and turn on the TV and tune to Magic Capital TV."

"Got it." The wife reluctantly walked towards the living room.

She knew that her husband was going to collect material again, and she wanted to see which "news events" were hot on the evening news.

Seeing his wife walking towards the living room, Ma Baoan frowned secretly.

My wife is over [-] years old, and she still doesn't know how to take good care of her. Now her figure is out of shape, her skin has lost its luster and become rough, and the crow's feet at the corners of her eyes are becoming more and more obvious.

In particular, she still dictates to her daily life, feels that her current job is not serious, she often complains that he smokes, and she has not been able to give birth to a child and a half-daughter.

Thinking of the large fortune that is about to come, Ma Baoan suddenly had a bold idea——

Should he change his way of life?

Turning on the TV, his wife returned to the dining table. Ma Baoan's eyes were a little erratic. Worried that his wife would find something unusual, he quickly turned his attention to the news.

And now, on the news channel of Magic Capital TV, the news is the interview about Wen Yan:
"First of all, the recommended students of Magic Art have to pass the independent admissions exam. There are a series of rigorous procedures. If you want to get a place, you must naturally strive for it with strength."

……

"Ambition is not old, and no ambition is a hundred years old. For some self-proclaimed education critics and folk music critics, I just want to ask him a question, does he understand the referral process?"

Seeing the young man chatting on TV, Ma Baoan twitched the corners of his mouth. He didn't understand the delivery process, but neither did the vast majority of people who eat melons on the Internet!

This is not participating in a formal debate competition. He is here to touch porcelain and stir up the heat. As long as the topic is hot and can attract the attention of netizens for him, then he will make a steady profit.

And the people who eat melons on the Internet are mostly people who watch the fun. Who has the spare time to care about the irregularity of the delivery process of your magic arts?

Continue to watch Wen Yan's answer on the copyright of songs on TV:
"The copyright of lyrics and music is a very sacred thing for musicians. The professors of magic arts have their own ethics, and it is impossible to do such a stealing thing."

Ma Baoan took a sip of his cigar, and a look of contempt flashed on his face. He felt that Wen Yan was really naive.

He can continue to guide him, saying that there are shady power and money transactions here, and he wants to talk about ethics with the people who eat melons online?
Hehe, that's really funny.

As a professional sailor who often guides public opinion, Ma Baoan understands the habits of netizens very well. Often what they want to see is not the truth of the matter.

On the contrary, it is a topic that is novel, interesting, and explosive enough to satisfy their curiosity and help them pass the boring time of fishing at work.

Compared with the conduct of the magic art professor, they are more willing to believe in the power of the banknote ability!

Seeing this, Ma Baoan was already thinking about how to expose it after dinner. The ugly faces of Wen Yan and the leader of the magic art would be fair to the public.

Well, to save others by himself, he also believed in his heart that Wen Yan's works were bought from songwriters with the financial resources of his family.

But when he heard Wen Yan's next words, his face changed:
"The copyright of these songs was registered five years ago. At that time, I was still in high school, and I didn't know the professor of magic arts at all. You can check this in the copyright department of the Literature and Art Association."

The copyright was actually registered. The Literature and Art Association was an official authority. He didn't dare to hack it casually. Ma Baoan silently took a cigar and suddenly felt a little flustered in his heart.

No, no, although the Literary and Art Association is still in the dark, I can also implicitly express that he bought works that have not yet registered copyright from the songwriter in advance, and then went to the Literary and Art Association to register.

Well, don't panic, don't panic, I still have room for wrangling.

But there was a warm and flat voice on the TV:
"When I was seven years old, my piano level reached professional level."

"I have a registered grade in the Music Association, and there is a specific date on it."

"Cough cough." The cigar was out of breath, and Ma Baoan kept coughing.

His face became extremely gloomy, and the professional level of piano performance cannot be bought with money, and there is no loophole to bring the rhythm!
However, the level of piano performance does not represent creative ability!
"Yes, yes, I can continue to question him." Ma Baoan showed the professionalism of the navy's egg.

But then the female voice who broke in broke his fantasy:
"Principal Li, the Music Association sent an invitation to Wen Yan from our school to the Golden Hall, asking him to play what he created at the opening ceremony of the music festival in June - the wedding of dreams."

Well, Modu TV did not cut off this "interview accident".

Hearing this, Ma Baoan slammed the cigar into the ashtray, gasping for breath.

This is simply a three-dimensional defense, how can it make him black?
"The old horse is not good." His wife, who had been silently updating online since she saw the news, suddenly urged in a panicked tone: "Look at the news released by the Literature and Art Association."

Ma Baoan realized that something was wrong. He took his wife's phone, and his body was shaking. This is the news released by the official tribal account of the Literature and Art Association.

The title quotes the golden sentence in Wen Yan's interview: "Aspiration is not at a young age! 》

This update did not mention the public opinion turmoil on the Internet about the "authenticity of guaranteed student quotas", but simply mentioned the music festival held in the Golden Hall in June this year, as well as the personal information of the performers of the opening ceremony.

And the name of this performer is - Wen Yan!

There are also a few pictures below, which are the songs that Wen Yan wrote for Zhao Wanqi, the specific registration information of the copyright, and the copyright of "Wedding in a Dream" to be played in the Golden Hall.

This dynamic seems to be just revealing to the public the specific information of the performers of this year's music festival, but Ma Baoan knows that it is not so simple.

This is the Literary Association's testimony to Wen Yan, another form of support!

Is the energy of magic art so great?Ma Baoan's forehead oozes cold sweat.

The Huaxia Literature and Art Association manages and controls domestic news dissemination, public opinion propaganda, social education, cultural entertainment, and social services. It can be said that the scope of functions is very wide.

Even if the magic art is a century-old famous school, it will not affect the literary and art association.

It is incredible that such a real power organization would come forward to endorse a young man because of public opinion on the Internet.

The reputation of the Literature and Art Association made Ma Baoan gradually regain his sanity, and he couldn't help but regret his previous actions.

To be honest, he didn't want to touch porcelain magic at first, after all, the influence of a century-old famous school was there.

When he mentioned the matter of Wen Yan's guarantee of the quota, he just wanted to prove that Zhao Wanqi's people set up falsehoods, heated up the remarks that she was supported by the sponsor, and completed the tasks received from the employer.

But with the increase of negative comments on the Internet and the lack of timely clarification from Magic Art, he became more and more certain about the recommended quota for Wen Yan, which must be tricky.

Seeing the popularity of the topic soaring in a short period of time, he gradually couldn't control the greed in his heart, and kept hinting to himself that since the guaranteed quota was really watery, then the Eight Achievers of Magic Arts would be guilty.

This is the confidence that he dared to post on social hotspots and guide public opinion to touch the century-old famous school.

In the past, he only brought the rhythm of entertainment artists, or smeared the products of local private companies, and the official agencies were too lazy to clean him up and toss with him online.

And those who are willing to quarrel with him are mostly die-hard fans of some artists. Even if there are a large number of these people, they will not have any substantial impact on him through the Internet.

After success again and again, his self-confidence has gradually expanded, and he believes that there is no rhythm that he can't bring.

If anything, he felt there was only one possibility—that the employer didn't pay enough.

If he can't get enough benefits, of course he doesn't bother to spend that idle time.

However, this dynamic of the Literature and Art Association gave him a head-scratching drink, which made him gradually sober up.

This time, I pointed the finger at Wen Yan, and then the problem of touching porcelain magic art seems to be a bit serious...

He's off the hook!

Ma Baoan opened the comment area with trembling fingers:
[I said earlier that Ma Baoan's post was a rumor to create trouble, but unfortunately no one believed me. How could there be a problem with the number of recommended students in a century-old famous school like Magic Art. 】

[Now I want to scold that guy to death, casually rhythm on the Internet, almost made me lose confidence in magic art. 】

[Ma Baoan, that scumbag in the world, still calls himself an education critic, but he is actually a frog in a well, can't he be recommended for admission at the age of 14?Who do you underestimate.I was admitted to Beijing University at the age of 12, am I proud? 】

[The upstairs is so awesome, I want to give you a score of 93.3334, please let me make up the rest in the form of 6.6666 later. 】

[I just watched the news channel of the Magic Capital TV. This little brother named Wen Yan is not only a scholar, but also a star of the movie and TV. He is a handsome guy. I love him. Read the comments on his online. The piano playing skills are still at the professional level, so his fingers must be very flexible... shy jpg.]

[I don’t even look at the occasion when I’m in heat upstairs. This is the tribal account of the Literature and Art Association. How can you be like this... Saying that if you play the piano well, is your fingering really good? 】

[Everyone goes with me to attack Ma Laogou's tribal account, such an unconscionable guy, netizens all get and kill him. 】

[Looking at this news from the Literature and Art Association, Ma Laogou is [-]% likely to have a cool rhythm, everyone go with me and have a shot while it's hot. 】

"Bang!" Ma Baoan threw the phone to the ground.

"A group of shrewd lads who see the wind and the rudder don't know who waved the flag behind me to cheer, saying that I have lost my conscience? It's not a good thing for you to be crunchy!"

"Okay, calm down, calm down, I told you long ago, don't arbitrarily create public opinion to smear black people, but you just don't listen, these top famous schools, who don't have a few powerful alumni on top, can let you do whatever you want. slander?"

The wife picked up the mobile phone on the ground, and there was a hint of distress in her eyes. This mobile phone has been with her for more than two years.

"Are you here too?" Ma Baoan was incompetent and furious.

"Hey, delete the previous post quickly." The wife advised: "Apologize seriously to others and see if you can fix it."

"Apologize? It's impossible for me to apologize to them. If I apologize now, those fans who follow me will think I'm a coward, and my previous efforts will be in vain."

Ma Baoan's face was grim: "I'd rather have a lawsuit with them, how much money can I lose in a lawsuit?"

He had previously spread a rumor about a poverty alleviation project in a certain county, saying that the oranges produced there contain a lot of parasites, which would affect the physical development of children after eating them. .

By the way, delete the post, and then he will be honest for a few days, and this matter will definitely be over.

But when he took out his mobile phone to log in to the tribe's account, and saw the message above, Ma Baoan suddenly went black, and his legs were weak and he fell to the ground.

"What's wrong with you, old horse?" his wife exclaimed.

"Impossible, impossible..." Ma Baoan's eyes were dull and his face was sullen: "My account will not be blocked, it will not be blocked."

His fans have broken through the 400 million mark, how could he be blocked without saying a word!

He hasn't had time to realize the flow yet.

This is an account that can generate hundreds of thousands of benefits by randomly picking up a few advertisements.

However, Fu Wushuang never came singly. Before he could get out of the account suspension, the knock on the door rang again.

5 minute later.

Ma Baoan slumped on the sofa, staring blankly at the ceiling, while his wife sat beside him sobbing softly.

And on the coffee table is an envelope, which is...

Court subpoena.

Ma Baoan forced himself to stand up, pulled out a pack of some old cigarettes from under the coffee table, and lit it for himself with trembling fingers. This time he didn't want to smoke a cigar.

The pack of cigarettes in his hand was Shiqu, which he used to satisfy his cravings when he serialized online articles. He suddenly missed his former self.

The sunny youth who firmly believes that hard work will pay off.

"It's this time, you still have the mind to smoke." The wife complained beside: "I told you long ago, find a serious job, you just don't listen, you just don't listen, now it's okay... "

Her voice stopped abruptly, because through the thick smoke, she saw that her husband at this moment seemed to be a decade older.

And, there were tears.

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