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At six o'clock, Baozhan went down the air. At the same time, the topic of "Millions of Songs" quickly rushed to the top of the hot search list, followed by "The Magic of Love Goes Around". Even the old song "Coincidence" was short-lived. Squeezed into the top 100, when the small w was first broadcast, the online viewing volume of the "Voice of the Box" live broadcast had exceeded [-] million.

A "death period" that no one wants, but it hits the top in the last 3 minutes. Everyone's eyes on Baochan have changed. He is not a little guy with no background. On the contrary, there must be a big capital blessing behind this kind of operation .

Bao Chan came out of the live broadcast room and immediately called Mr. Xiao, who answered quickly and said with a smile, "Boss Bao."

Baochan confused his pile of "magic circles" and blurted out: "What are you doing?"

Mr. Xiao has known him for so long, and this is the first time he heard his tone, impolite and inappropriate. In an instant, their relationship was shortened: "What's wrong with me?"

"I still don't admit it," Baozhan said fiercely, "It's you."

Mr. Xiao laughed directly on the phone: "Okay, okay, can't it be me?"

"What is you?" Baochan walked forward along the corridor, "that song coincidentally..."

"It's Uncle Liang," Mr. Xiao said truthfully, "he sent the gift."

Baochan was stunned, and then his tone softened: "How is Uncle Liang?"

"He recovered well, and he can sit up and watch the live broadcast," Mr. Xiao said in a joking tone, "He is now a baby fan, holding the pad every day to give you praise and hit the list."

Baochan's fans call themselves baby fans, cute and easy to remember, but Baochan thinks it's too milky, and his cheekbones turn red: "Don't pull everything on Uncle Liang."

"I'm not kidding," Mr. Xiao couldn't laugh or cry, but enjoyed the feeling of being wronged by him, "He just rang the bell to call the secretary, saying that there are too few people in your live broadcast room, and he wants to give you gifts. I went over to join in the fun .”

Uncle Liang, Mr. Xiao, and the private secretary, the three big men circled around using magic power, Baochan imagined the scene, it was indescribably inconsistent, at this time the elevator door in front opened, Lan Tian rushed out angrily, Seeing him, he gave a sharp look.

Baochan hung up the phone, followed her into the room opposite the live broadcast room, it was an empty meeting room, Lan Tian closed the door, turned around and asked, "Who told you to change the time slot with someone?"

Baochan was surprised, she didn't expect that she would come here in person for this matter.

"Who agreed," Lan Tian raised his tone, "Have you ever asked me?"

Baochan was at a loss for words for a moment.

"At 11:30," Lan Tian threw down her bag, "it belongs to you, and it belongs to the company." She did not hide her anger, "I don't care what your background is or how many bosses are behind you. With me, you have to Follow my rules!"

"Sister Lan..." Baochan knew that he hadn't thought about it, but he didn't think it was a big deal. "It was my fault to change the time slot without authorization. I should say hello to the company first. Fortunately, no loss was caused..."

"No loss?" Lan Tian sneered, "You are on the trending search, have you reaped the benefits of the trending search?"

Baochan was at a loss.

"Tell me," Lan Tian pointed at the desktop, "what's your data tonight?"

Bao Chan didn't pay attention to this, and heard Xiao Huang say during the broadcast: "It's less than 20."

"Do you know what the current traffic of Box Voice is?" Lan Tian pointed to the opposite side, and took out his mobile phone to show him, "06:30, 290 million people are online!" She slapped down her mobile phone, "You hot search Who is it for?"

Baochan realized that he made a wedding dress for the voice of the box...

"It's for Xiao W from Qili Media, Xiao Zhou from Eight Winds, Jiu Ye from Cheng Jiu Studio, and all those competitors behind you!"

It was only at this moment that Baochan understood what Lan Tian was angry about. "Hot" and "resources", things that the entertainment circle was chasing after, but he dismissed them.

"You make such an opening," Lan Tian slapped the table hard, "You want everyone in the circle to know that you are a bully, and we are vegetarians at Yangyang Entertainment!"

This sound was very loud, everyone in the live broadcast room heard it, everyone stared and listened, Wen Jiu also frowned, pushed the door and went out.

The door of the conference room was closed by Lan Tian, ​​but it was not closed tightly. Wen Jiu also stared at the crack, and immediately understood that her anger was not directed at Bao Chan, but at the people on the opposite side. She was warning them that Bao Chan's He has a soft personality, but his boss is hard enough, no one can take advantage of it.

Wen Jiu also chuckled, and turned to go back, when he heard behind him say: "Bao Chan, you've been in the industry for a while, do you really not care about popularity and fame?"

Wen Jiu is also curious why Lan Tian asks this, in the huge entertainment industry, popularity is king, who can not care?

After a long time, Baochan's voice came: "Sister, you know the purpose of my debut is just for the show."

play?Wen Jiu also didn't understand at once.

"I personally don't care if I'm hot or cold, red or dark," Baochan said clearly, "As long as one more person sees Peking Opera and is interested in Peking Opera, it's worth it to me."

Wen Jiu was also stunned there, with a treasure backed by private money, a treasure that didn't fit in the entertainment industry, he came to this muddy water not for fame and fortune, but for a pitifully small ideal, he wanted to rely on the talent of an artist Influence saves a declining art.

"But it's been so long," Baochan said in a lonely voice, "I haven't sung a serious opera once."

"Brother Ye," the assistant emerged from the live broadcast room, pointing to the watch, "It's almost here, the car is waiting underneath."

Wen Jiu was also at Box Voice. It was twelve o'clock, and he had a TV announcement at 07:30, so he had to go first. After thinking for a while, he waved to his assistant.

"Bao Chan," Lan Tian said earnestly, "Let's not talk about your vision and character, but about conditions and resources. If you want to be popular in this circle, no one can hold you back."

Fire, something that many people dream of, but Baochan has no ambition, he sees it clearly, Wen Jiu's arrogance and indifference, and Xiao Zhou's humbleness and despicableness are more or less related to this word.

"Sister Lan." At this time, someone greeted from outside the door.

"Xiao Li," Lan Tian knew, and one of Wen Jiu's assistants, "What's the matter?"

"Then what?" Xiao Li came in with a smile, "We also have an announcement from the TV station in a while, you can bring a guest over, let me ask if you need anything."

The TV station is the mainstream media, no matter in terms of exposure or coverage, it is not comparable to an online platform like Box Voice. Lan Tian looked at Bao Chan in surprise.

"Star Variety Show." Xiao Li directly reported his name, and it was the main program of the first-line satellite TV.

This is a big favor, Lan Tian immediately said: "Bao Chan, you go there."

Baochan listened to her about work matters, nodded, followed Xiao Li to go out, passed by Lan Tian, ​​and heard her whisper: "Yes, you can smooth Master Jiu so smoothly."

Baochan was taken aback for a moment, and just about to deny it, Lan Tian gave him a slight push and smiled approvingly.

Baochan walked out of the meeting room, Wen Jiu was also waiting for the elevator with two assistants, he saw him out of the corner of his eye, turned around and pretended not to see him, Baochan understood what he meant, and stood behind a few steps away, when the door of the live broadcast room When it was turned on, it was broadcast under Xiaow, and she called out with great enthusiasm: "Brother Bao!"

Kuangzheng reminded him not to have any contact with this woman, Baochan retreated subconsciously: "Hello."

The energy of Baochan has been seen in the entire live broadcast room today, and the intention of the little w to get close is obvious: "Brother, you want to go?"

"Ah..." Baochan answered briefly, "Go home."

"Exactly, I want to go too," Little W ignored his indifference, "Let's go together."

Just as Baochan was about to refuse, Little W said, "Oh, I have to treat you to dinner," she said, and she wanted to call her assistant to book a restaurant, "We have been in the group for so long, and we haven't had a good chat yet."

"No need..." Baochan was most afraid of stalking him, so Wen Jiu rolled his eyes, turned around and put his arms around his shoulders, and slapped him unceremoniously, "Are you finished?"

Suddenly received a sentence, Xiao W's face under the sunglasses froze, the atmosphere was tense, Bao Chan wanted to say something to ease it up, when the elevator arrived, Wen Jiu also took him in, and didn't even give Xiao W a look.

The elevator went directly to the underground parking lot, and the assistants surrounded the two of them. Wen Jiuye's car was a black gmc with milky white seats. Exit slowly.

The destination is not far from here, more than 20 minutes away, Wen Jiu also drank his saliva, and said flatly, "Kuangzheng is really willing to spend money for you."

Baochan didn't like the tone of his mention of rectification, so he didn't respond.

"More than 2 million in 300 minutes."

He was referring to "the magic of love going round and round", and Baochan looked out the window: "It's not him."

Wen Jiu also snorted, obviously not believing it.

"It's another friend."

Wen Jiu was also surprised, and turned to look at him, he actually had more than one friend like this who made millions every minute.

"Thank you." Suddenly, Baochan turned his face away, with such sincere eyes that could see into people's hearts, "You... are different from what they said."

Wen Jiu is not used to his frankness, let alone his words: "They," he said with a cold smile, "They say that I am a bought movie star, and you don't know which rich lady is taking care of me?" Little Saner."

Bao Chan frowned at the unbearable words.

"I have lived in the mouth of 'them' for ten years, and I have changed beyond recognition."

Baochan caught the flash of resentment on his face: "That actor..."

"For the role, I stayed in the Chinese community in Italy for more than five months," Wen Jiu also smiled, with a cynical look, but the clasped palms on his knees revealed his reluctance, "A hundred minutes of film, I After two hundred and three days of filming, I can do all the work in the textile factory."

It was probably a movie about Chinese immigrants. Baochan hadn't seen it, but he had to admit that he more or less believed what "they" said.

"It doesn't really matter what the actor is." Wen Jiu also pretended to be free and easy. "When Prato (1) premiered, many Chinese weavers who watched the movie cried. They are my laurels," he said. Slide the Adam's apple, slowly, and pull out a smile, "The ups and downs I have tasted, those black people on the Internet will not understand."

He said it didn't matter, he said he didn't care, but Baochan knew that after being a public figure for ten years, his heart was already full of wounds, remembering that he kept repeating "Don't touch her" in the elevator of the Emerald Sun, What Wen Jiu has also experienced, no one can imagine except himself.

"So you're not a 'scumbag', are you?"

"Ha," Wen Jiu laughed again, he always used laughter to cover up his emotions, "I have had three girlfriends since I entered the industry, the longest was two years and four months, the shortest was 28 days, and the most recent one ..."

He stopped, avoiding Baochan's gaze, and Baochan was sensitively aware that this might be the result of him and Kuangzheng.

"It was broken up last summer. Her family was in the securities business. She went bankrupt at the beginning of the year. She is good-looking. If she wants to enter the entertainment industry to make quick money, she needs to be familiar with the topic." Wen Jiu also lightly said, "I'll do it for her." convenient."

Baochan didn't speak for a long time, and then she spoke again, gently but solemnly: "My brother... If there is anything wrong, I will apologize for him."

Wen Jiu also found it funny, correcting the kind of big shot with billions of capital flow in hand: "Can you replace me?"

"It's okay," Baochan said without hesitation, "He will accept everything I say."

Wen Jiu also squinted his eyes to look at him. He is handsome and smart, but he is still as clean as a puddle of water with his back resting on mountains of gold and silver. If this kind of person doesn't sing, he really doesn't know what to do.

The nanny's car turned a few turns, drove into the underground parking lot of the TV station, followed the arrow to the designated location, the assistant came down to open the door, Bao Chan stepped down with one foot, and Wen Jiu also said behind him: "Tonight you opened up and sang. "

Baochan turned her head, "Sing... what?"

"A play." Wen Jiu also turned his head back at the same time, provoking a smile, "I'll give you all of my showtime."

After finishing speaking, he stepped out unrestrainedly and slammed the car door.

(1) Prato: The city with the largest Chinese population in Italy and the center of the wool textile industry.