What? Did he report it under his real name again?

Chen Zhe's fans continue to grow with every post he posts. As soon as this post was posted, fans responded,

Fried dough sticks with coffee: "The little director is really not afraid of death. Aren't you afraid of overtaking the boss and letting boss Wenren come back and kill you? Haha."

Hiccups: "The captain of the death squad must be the young director!"

Wen Renxue: "Who gave you the courage? Is it the ancestor of Chongjin???"

Seeing the snow, he said: ‘Hahaha, boss, you were surpassed by the junior director just now! Killing me! ’

Wen Renxue: "???"

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When Chen Zhe came back after washing up, he saw a bunch of idiots still happily building a building. He looked at the comments and laughed!

Reply to You Tiao with Coffee: “A director who doesn’t want to be the boss is not a good singer!!”

Reply to Wen Renxue: "Oh come on, don't care who gave me the courage, I'm already number one, slightly (~￣▽￣)~"

After replying, he quit the bib and opened Wen Renxue's message regardless of these idiots.

Wen Renxue: "Good afternoon, how old are you? What time did you get up? Your boss and I are exhausted. Who is like you? You eat and sleep and eat like a pig!"

Chen Zhe: "You are the boss. If you don't work hard, who will? When we help people, we only count on Boss Wenren to eat. Come on, boss! Rise up, boss!"

Wen Renxue: "Are you pointing at me to eat? You're laughing so hard. "The Street Where the Wind Lived" has already topped the new song chart. It's been on the chart for a week and by the time it comes off, your share will probably be 200 million. You still have Why don’t you cry with me about poverty!”

Chen Zhe: "Oh, we are all our own people. If I make a profit, doesn't it mean that the studio has made a profit, and if the studio has made a profit, doesn't it mean that Wenren's boss has made a profit? Why are you dividing it so carefully!"

Wen Renxue: "OVO, yes, the more you earn, the more I earn! Haha."

Chen Zhe: "Boss is very generous. I won't talk to you anymore. I'm going out to eat and take a walk around. Thank you for your hard work, boss! Goodbye!"

Wen Renxue: "I'm so angry, come on!"

Chen Zhe smiled after reading the message and did not reply!

He picked up the key and went out, continuing his journey around the magical city!

For a whole afternoon, Chen Zhe either walked through the streets and alleys that seemed to be cast in the light and shadow of the old magic city, or drove through the green-shaded streets! Laid back and,,, well, laid back and laid back.

In the evening, Chen Zhe visited the Northeastern stew shop again. While eating, he called his parents to avoid nagging them again! This is why my mother, Lin Lan, is still talking about it. When I leave the house, I am like a wild donkey that has escaped the reins and I can’t even see it!

Chen Zhe sweated profusely!

After having a delicious meal, I praised the boss randomly. The boss was so confused by the praise that he just wiped out the change. Well, a change of two yuan! ! That’s outrageous!

After leaving the door, the lights are on and the night is getting darker! Chen Zhe got into the car parked on the side of the road and turned on the navigation. There are two famous underground passages in the Magic City. One is in the east and the other is in the west. The west one is called Zhenxing Gate, which is famous for its liveliness. It is a place where many underground singers hang out. The Arc de Triomphe in the east is much less famous, but it is relatively quiet! Chen Zhe knocked on the steering wheel and thought for a while. Let's go to the lively Zhenxing Gate first! After making up his mind and setting the navigation, 1912 easily merged into the traffic and headed straight for the destination!

The shy and pot-bellied boss of Dongbei Ranstew, with a cigarette in his mouth, looked at the 1912 driven by Chen Zhe at the entrance of the store, with its bright neon car body printed on it and gradually disappearing into the traffic. He scratched his bald forehead and said, "Young man is quite interesting. !”

Chen Zhe followed the navigation to his destination without haste, parked the car, and followed the signs into the Zhenxing Gate. Every once in a while, there was a person holding a guitar or other musical instrument standing or sitting playing. The musical instruments were singing, and the piano case in front of them was opened, with various numbers of Ming coins dropped by the guests scattered inside. He walked slowly in the passage. When he met a singer he liked, he would stop and listen quietly. After finishing a song, he would politely drop a hundred Ming coins. The singer would smile back in surprise, and Chen Zhe would also Smiling and giving a thumbs up to the singer to show encouragement!

In the one kilometer long passage, Chen Zhe dropped only 400 Daming coins. This shows that there are really few singers who can arouse Chen Zhe's interest!

Unknowingly, when he reached the end of the passage, Chen Zhe turned back. With his mind on his mind, he walked to the entrance and got into the car. He turned on the navigation and headed towards the Arc de Triomphe. It was almost nine o'clock when he arrived at the Arc de Triomphe. After getting out of the car and walking into the passage of the Arc de Triomphe, the flow of people here was much less than that of the Zhenxing Gate, and it was also much quieter. He walked a long way before meeting his first underground singer. Chen Zhe stopped and listened for a while, tut, The average living expenses in Zhenxing Gate are lower than average, so no wonder they end up here at the Arc de Triomphe. Chen Zhe turned around and walked towards the deep end in the singer's disappointed eyes.

Chen Zhe was walking leisurely, and when he was about to turn the corner, he heard the sound of a melodious violin. He was playing the world-famous violin piece "To Mila's Love". The sound was clear and gentle. Lingering and passionate! Chen Zhe stopped, closed his eyes, and listened quietly to the sound of the piano. Throughout the night, he was really satisfied with this piece of music!

He listened attentively. Although the violinist's technique was still a little raw, he could play the piano with his heart! This is much better than many people who can only show off their skills, not to mention that it can resonate deeply with a picky person like Chen Zhe, which is even more difficult.

When the song ended, Chen Zhe opened his eyes, took a deep breath, and walked out of the artistic conception of the song! He originally thought that this underground passage had a false reputation, but to his surprise, after listening to this song tonight, he felt that he was not allowed to go there!

Chen Zhe walked quickly around the corner and came to the violinist. The person holding the violin in front of him was a little girl of fifteen or sixteen years old. She was wearing a slightly white T-shirt and white washed jeans that outlined her slender figure. legs. She has a refreshing ponytail, sparse bangs on her forehead, and a pair of big eyes under the bangs, as clear as a stream flowing in the mountains. Her straight little nose and tight mouth make her whole little face look pitiful. ! Chen Zhe's heart ached for no reason when he looked at the girl in front of him.

There was a little boy of about ten years old next to the girl. The boy looked at the young man in front of him who was looking at his sister in a daze with a wary expression!

At this moment, the girl was also holding the violin tightly and looking weakly at the good-looking young man in front of her, thinking that she must not be the one to strike up a conversation, but the person in front of her has a pair of extremely clear eyes. The dean's mother said that eyes are the soul. Windows, anyone with such eyes is not a bad person, right?