After my epilepsy, the entire entertainment industry shunned me like a snake or a scorpion.

Yin Jiu's pronunciation is standard, and the tone of the manuscript is ups and downs, coupled with the ups and downs of the plot, it quickly makes people immersed in the scene.

She held a few thin sheets in her hand and paused at the right place next to her. The curiosity of netizens was aroused by the following, and it even topped the live broadcast list for a time.

The deliberately low tone, transmitted to the mobile phone through the live radio equipment, sounds inexplicably sexy and magnetic.

The fans who came after hearing the news instantly dominated the screen and took control of the venue.

After all, he is a national hero, and the fighting power of his fans cannot be underestimated.

The questioning voices on the barrage were gradually drowned out, and Yin Jiu rarely showed off his face and smiled at the camera in the live broadcast room.

This smile can be said to melt people's hearts.

[My baby Jiang Jiu is so cute. This appearance really makes me cry to death. Such a crotch-stretching device cannot cover up my brother’s beauty! 】

[I’m the only one who noticed that his voice is so cool. Jiang Jiu can change his career to become a voice actor. I want to fall asleep listening to the handsome guy’s voice! 】

[Is this really okay? I always feel like my eyelids are twitching. Can Jiang Jiu really control such a big place by himself? 】

Sure enough, a few minutes after Yin Jiu started live broadcast, there was quite a commotion in the audience.

The little girl who just claimed to be a loyal fan of Jiang Jiu looked down at the pile of scraps of paper on the table and turned pale.

Director Cheng frowned and strode over, glanced at Jiang Jiu and others who were still broadcasting, and couldn't help but reprimanded in a low voice: "What are you arguing about here?! Do you know what you are doing now? It is forbidden in the studio Make a lot of noise!”

He pointed at the mute sign posted on the door and cursed.

Many staff members gathered around, all looking this way.

After being scolded by the director, the little girl's face turned red, but she held her neck and pointed to Director Cheng to look at the things on the table. She hurriedly explained: "No, Brother Jiang took the wrong manuscript. The next few printed manuscripts are here..."

The other party did not continue.

Director Cheng lowered his head and looked where the little girl pointed. The piece of paper that had been torn up by someone was lying quietly on the table. Today's content could still be pieced together from a few words.

hum-

Finished!

For a moment, Director Cheng felt a myocardial infarction ringing in his ears, his vision went dark and he almost went blind intermittently.

He held his chest and calmed down for a while, and then the sounds in his ears began to become clearer again.

This also means that the next few manuscripts in Jiang Jiu's hands are all blank paper, and he has to rely on himself to perform.

how can that be!

He finally convinced the chief director to let him try out the live broadcast effect, and the result came out.

Who did it?

He always turned a blind eye to the intrigues on stage and passed them by.

But I really didn't expect that someone would be so bold as to do anything at such an important time today.

Director Cheng's blood was running cold all over his body, and his mind was racing on what to do.

"How about we cut the advertisement later and have someone print out a copy and send it in again." A staff member suggested.

"Hurry up!" Director Cheng urged in a low voice.

In less than three minutes, the staff member came back.

The other party's voice was crying: "Sorry, Director Cheng, the printer is also broken!"

Director Cheng took a breath and hurriedly looked at Yin Jiu on the stage.

Yin Jiu had already finished reading the first page of the manuscript and turned to the second page calmly.

It's completely over now.

Director Cheng suddenly seemed to have been drained of all his strength.

When Yin Jiu turned the page and saw a blank white paper, the calm expression he maintained on the surface was shattered inch by inch in an instant.

She turned over a few more pages without giving up, but it was still blank.

Depend on!

Who the hell could be so wicked and change the manuscript while she was on stage?

It was fine when Director Cheng gave it to me just now.

The smile on her lips froze, and her eyes met the eyes of Director Cheng who was as anxious as an ant on a hot pot. Yin Jiu probably knew in his heart that the director must have been screwed.

No wonder first the special guest couldn't come, and then there was a problem with the manuscript.

Seeing Yin Jiu stop, the barrage kept urging her to tell the next plot.

Being stuck at key points in the plot, some impatient netizens couldn't help but play the mic with passion.

[Keep talking, why don’t you talk anymore? What are you doing! 】

[Whether Jiang Jiu can do it or not? He’s a grinder. He can talk if he can. So why is there blood seeping in the coffin? It’s so annoying! 】

[If Jiang Jiu doesn’t finish speaking today, I will give him the whole coffin and send him in (smile)]

In another room, Zhao Siqi, the original special guest of the show, was enjoying the massage from the assistant and the warm hospitality of the deputy director.

"Mr. Zhao, this time it's done, I will definitely appoint you as a regular guest on future shows!" the assistant director said excitedly, rubbing his hands.

He had already seen the day when Director Cheng fell and he took over the show.

"You're welcome. After all, Jiang Jiu is also my enemy." Zhao Siqi calmly brushed off the foam on the teacup and spoke calmly.

"Teacher Zhao is still smart. He is afraid that Cheng Bohuai will have a back-up and find someone to change the script. I am afraid that today's live broadcast will be over." The deputy director couldn't help but imagine Director Cheng being scolded and dismissed from his post.

As long as Cheng Bohuai leaves, this position should be his.

He had also heard about the grudge between Zhao Siqi and Jiang Jiu. He heard that the two had fought over a woman, and Zhao Siqi was pushed to the ground and beaten badly by Jiang Jiu.

Men are all face-saving creatures.

If you suffer a loss from Jiang Jiu, you will get it back from him.

At this time, Zhao Siqi's resentful eyes were fixed on Yin Jiu's face on the live broadcast screen.

Time passed minute by minute, and there was only a thirty-second gap. However, the group of people present felt that their days were like years.

Just when Director Cheng was thinking about cutting an advertisement first and then thinking of a solution, Yin Jiu suddenly looked at the camera with a smile on his face.

"After receiving the report, the police quickly sealed off the scene and opened a case for investigation, and prepared to move the coffin placed at the door. Unexpectedly, when they were moving, everyone was surprised to find that the weight of the coffin was wrong!"

Yin Jiu interacted with netizens in the live broadcast room: "Now, please make a bold guess as to why the weight of this coffin is wrong, what is wrong, and what is inside. Friends who answer correctly will receive a doll co-branded by this column and the police. Only, and have a chance to get our limited edition 'Detective' badge..."

As she spoke, Yin Jiu seemed to "accidentally" flip through two pages of the manuscript in her hand, letting everyone see clearly that what she was holding now was actually a blank piece of paper with nothing on it, and she was acting on the spot.

【Holy shit! Is Jiang Jiu being screwed? The pieces of paper in his hand just now were blank! 】

[The intrigue in the TV series has become a reality. I was wondering why Jiang Jiu paused just now. It turns out that this is the case. 】

[This is me, I went crazy and smashed the scene and then performed a dark and twisted crawling to scare everyone to death. Jiang Jiu's mood was too stable and his expression remained unchanged. 】

Although Yin Jiu was calm at this moment, he had actually been gone for a while.