I don’t want to be an idol when I’m reborn

Wu Chen finally came, and he still brought a fan, but this time the fan said "Come on, CD girl, BJ girl".

Water-carrying genius.

Wu Chen waved his fan and appeared in the lounge with a smile.

Ahem. Wu Chen coughed twice, and Xu Zheng immediately said, "Everyone, be quiet. Let's listen to Mr. Wu's speech."

Wu Chen was very proud and looked at the large group of employees backstage: "Everyone, thank you for your hard work!"

The members clapped in unison and listened to Wu Chen's words.

Jiang Chuwei had heard it a long time ago, but he still had a smile on his face and nodded frequently.

"Look, Jiang Shuyi, ah, Xiao Jiang's show will be broadcast soon! And then, our BJ girl's homemade variety show will also be online." Wu Chen shook his fan, "Fans, you can't even watch it! We There are too many resources!”

As he said that, Wu Chen saw Jiang Chuwei who was nodding frequently. He pointed at Jiang Chuwei: "Jiang Chuwei listened very seriously! The future development will definitely be the same!"

Jiang Chuwei was secretly happy that she successfully attracted Wu Chen's attention.

Wu Chen then talked eloquently: "How many girl groups in China can compete with us? There are too few girl groups like us that perform every week! Everyone must cherish the stage!"

Okay, I’m really good at pua. Wouldn’t it be great if you just said that there aren’t many foreign affairs and everyone has to perform until they get old? It doesn’t make people cherish the stage.

However, it is true that domestic entertainment cannot provide such high-intensity exposure without a suitable stage.

Wu Chen finally finished his speech. He saw that Jiang Chuwei was still interested. Out of curiosity, he came to Jiang Chuwei's side.

"Chu Wei, what's wrong? Do you resonate?" Wu Chen asked with a smile.

When Jiang Chuwei saw Wu Chen coming, he immediately stood up and started chatting with Wu Chen: "Mr. Wu, what you said is great. It would be great if McDonald's could be provided for breakfast tomorrow!"

Wu Chen hesitated, but it was not his turn to think. Jiang Chu nodded slightly and shouted to everyone: "Mr. Wu said it! McDonald's tomorrow morning, KFC at noon, and it's not a children's meal, it's a real set meal!"

Wu Chen's eyes widened. He stared at Jiang Chuwei and whispered: "When will I..."

Before he could finish muttering, everyone applauded: "Thank you, Mr. Wu!"

Jiang Chuwei's move made it difficult for him to get off the tiger, so he could only agree and glance at Jiang Chuwei, feeling helpless.

Forget it, just spend the extra money.

Wu Chen pretended to be calm, slowly shook his fan, and left the backstage.

Everyone was so happy that the members around Jiang Chuwei came over to hug her and thank her for fighting for everyone's rights.

Although today's meal is still the same as yesterday, but thinking about being able to eat full wheat and drink coffee or soy milk tomorrow, everyone is no longer picky about anything.

Before the final show, there was the last rehearsal. Everyone was very tired and staggering around. Jiang Shuyi was a little embarrassed and lay down on Li Shuqin's air mattress.

"You should really listen to Chu Wei." Jiang Shuyi stretched her body on the air mattress. "Buying a bed is so important. I really didn't expect that this time it would take so long to rehearse."

Li Shuqin was lying next to Jiang Shuyi, not daring to move: "It doesn't matter, if I have it, you have it."

Jiang Shuyi turned around and touched Li Shuqin's head: "Thank you, Xiaoqin!"

Li Shuqin's ears instantly turned red, and she pushed her to the top: sharing the same bed!

Everyone is struggling, not only idols, but also fans.

CD Girl's theater is open all night this night.

The staff was sitting in a chair, bored. Originally, he thought that what Mr. Xu said was a lie. How could anyone come to buy in the middle of the night?

until……

"200 plates, swipe your card."

At this time, 0:30 in the morning. If you don't want people to know you, you have to come late.

The person who bought orders in the early morning stood out, and several others appeared after that.

The staff no longer needs to sleep, they can collect money and count dishes at the same time. Just now, he was still thinking that the 300 overtime pay given by Mr. Xu was really profitable, but now he doesn't think so at all.

300? Want me to count thousands of disks here?

What a joke!