Entertainment: let you down to earth, you go to pick up white jobs

With the sound of the suona, the entire square was suddenly enveloped in a sad atmosphere, as if there were still winds blowing.

……

"I always feel... there seems to be something wrong..."

Su Meng stroked his chin and said thoughtfully.

A group of people also looked at each other in blank dismay, and felt that this matter was really strange.

A suona tune for white things, can it be suppressed for a lifetime in 4.4?

After thinking for a long time, Su Meng couldn't figure out why.

"Forget it, I don't want to."

"Xiaoyan, you sent a message on my scarf, saying that I will start a live broadcast tomorrow."

"Calling on all the fans to join us."

"Well... just go to sleep after posting."

"Everyone has worked hard in rehearsal these days, and they will turn off their mobile phones for a while, so let's sleep happily."

"Replenish your energy and store up your energy, and you will be selling goods tomorrow!"

Boss Yang and Liu Tianxian looked at each other, and suddenly became enthusiastic.

"Tianxian'er, our Reba is your fan and has been arguing to see you. How about I make an appointment tomorrow?"

"Okay, okay, I've heard Reba's name for a long time, and I want to get to know her too."

Xiao Yueyue weakly raised his hand.

"That... little uncle... I have a performance at Guangde Building tomorrow..."

"Cough cough cough... Tianxian'er, haven't you worked with Reba before?"

"roll!"

"Okay~~~"

"Virtue!" Deng Ziqi glared at them and said sternly.

"Isn't it just selling pork? I'll accompany you tomorrow!"

"But...you have to write me a song..."

……

"Su Meng?"

In the living room, accompanied by the flying feathers of the feather duster, there was a roar.

"Su Meng?"

In the square, the voices of countless people merged into a torrent.

"Su Meng?"

In the park, many old men were wearing exercise clothes and holding swords in their hands, looking murderous.

"Su Meng?"

In the nursing home, a group of old men and women blocked the door of the broadcasting room, roaring in unison.

From north to south, countless similar voices sounded.

Accompanied by crying, someone finally couldn't bear the beating and confessed.

"Tomorrow...Su Meng will broadcast live..."

Start a live broadcast?

The eyes of a group of old men and old ladies burst out...

Chapter 97 I Came to Swear, But I Carried Three Bags of Rice?

Chapter 97 I Came to Swear, But I Carried Three Bags of Rice?

"Is it too late for us to quit now?"

In a conference room, a middle-aged man had a serious face.

After a while, someone shook his head slightly and sighed.

"We have already signed a contract with Xinghai Entertainment. If we withdraw now, it is a breach of contract."

"We people in the Northeast have nothing but truth, every spittle is a nail."

"Besides, although we are the county government, don't we need credibility?"

"The past was the past, but now?"

A middle-aged man pointed to the phone and said angrily.

"Last night, his funeral song resounded all over the country, almost offending all the elderly people!"

"How many people are holding back their energy to come to the live broadcast room to scold him?"

"Bringing our agricultural products at this time, isn't this going to get beaten up?"

"Our county has finally formed a pork industry chain. I thought it would be an instant hit with an advertisement."

"Now? This is a devastating blow!"

His words silenced many people.

They are leaders from several impoverished counties across the country.

Su Meng's ability to carry goods in the vegetable market last time also gave them an opportunity.

Therefore, he made a decisive move and signed a delivery contract with Xinghai Entertainment.

And they also attach great importance to this matter, at least the deputy county magistrate who came here.

But now...

……

"Su Meng!!!"

While sleeping soundly, Su Meng was suddenly awakened by a loud knock on the door.

In a daze, he got up from the bed and opened the door.

Standing outside were Duan Jiangping, Sister Qin, and the little assistant who was about to cry.

Seeing him, Duan Jiangping's face changed, he snatched the door, and took it hard.

Duan Jiangping's roar came from outside the door.

"What the hell are you putting on your clothes! Who are you showing off to?"

This roar made Su Meng wake up all of a sudden.

It was only then that he discovered... Nima herself was really sleepy!

He hurried back to get dressed, washed up briefly, and then reopened the door.

Looking at the dark-faced duo outside the door, Su Meng was also a little confused.

"That... may I ask who is the boss today?"

The little assistant held back tears, and quietly pointed at Duan Jiangping behind his back.

Su Meng's eyes lit up, and he said loudly.

"Welcome the boss to come and inspect the work!"

"Sister Qin, the boss is here, why don't you hurry up and pour tea for the boss?"

Sister Qin snorted coldly, pushed open the door and walked in.

"Su Meng, my little 26 ancestor, can you stop causing trouble?"

"Your trick this time...but you stabbed too much!"

What the hell?Why did I stab Lou again?Su Meng was also a little confused.

Duan Jiangping coughed and assumed the attitude of a boss.

"Sister Qin, there is a problem with the artist you brought, you have to take responsibility."

"But for now, let's study the countermeasures first."

question?Countermeasures?Su Meng became more and more confused.

The little assistant was about to cry.

"Brother Su, you have to be mentally prepared."

"As soon as the live broadcast room opens, it is estimated that millions of people will come in in an instant..."

"Millions of people? Okay, that's great!" Hearing this number, Su Meng suddenly became excited.

His current popularity has accumulated a lot, and he has millions.

However, the luck has been bad these days, so there is no lucky draw.

There are actually millions of people who brought goods this time?

Isn't his popularity worth making money?

At that time, even if you are unlucky, it will be enough for yourself.

Seeing the weird smile on Su Meng's face, the little assistant's hairs stood on end.

Quickly took out the phone and handed it over.

"Brother Su, you can see for yourself..."

Su Meng glanced at it, and it turned out to be the hot search list for scarves, and the top few items——

#Millions of old people gathered to denounce Su Meng! (burst!)#

#印向大江南北的谁谢歌（洗漫！）#

#耶起天团的迷之操作（热！）#

#一个祝话话，改善战神的战（热！）#

#苏蒙音乐会议，全球高能（热！）#

#……#

Not surprisingly, Su Meng once again took over the hot search list.

But when he saw the hot search headlines, he was in a bad mood.

Hastily clicked in and swept aside, almost spurting out a mouthful of old blood.

My fans, what the hell are you doing?

Is this stuff... for living people?

Which old security guard did you hear say that the elderly like this song?

Isn't this cheating me?

……

"Su Meng Su Meng, I didn't delay the live broadcast, did I?"

Deng Ziqi ran over bouncingly, and when she saw Su Meng, she rushed forward.

"Is my song finished?"

Sister Qin snorted coldly, her tone was also helpless.

"Ziqi, let's put aside the matter of writing songs for you now."