Mr. Dior

The Demon King also just knew the name of the team, so he was stunned for a while, and the barrage burst into laughter in an instant.

[I'm sorry, what is the name of the sand sculpture team? 】

[Hahahaha, diaojun hahahaha, I can’t do it for a while hahahaha! 】

[Is there something wrong with the system?Maybe it's called Dior Jun, the operation management chose a typo! 】

Everyone firmly believes that the high-end and classy father Chen Fei would not choose such a vulgar name, he must have accepted an advertisement for a certain luxury product.

The programmer Ge Ge was not there, so he couldn't send an email for help, so the devil had to call the person in the operation department to confirm.Today's game is online, and the people in the operation department are working overtime, and they picked it up quickly.

"That's right, this is the name given by the president, use it boldly." The sister in the operation department comforted him.

"..." The devil hung up the phone, looked at the four brothers on the other side of the screen, hesitated for a while, and laughed, "Okay, Dio Jun is Dio Jun, this name is awesome. Since it was given by Chen Fei's father Words, then it won’t be harmonized, let’s go!”

[Diao Jun-Black God of War: Let's go, let the other side kneel down and call my name if you win! 】

[Diaojun-Bad: Wow, why did you tell my mom about my new team when I got home? Mom, I went to the competition again, it’s the Diaojun team...]

While speaking, the arena opened.In the early stage, there is a point game, and the opponents are randomly ranked. Regardless of the time, if you play [-] games, the points are ranked according to the winning percentage.The top ten teams in the division will then proceed to the knockout round.

The first game, the background of the Bronze Age.

Yellow sand is everywhere, and bronze knives, guns, swords and halberds are piled up all over the ground.The casting of warships requires local materials, and the materials of the Bronze Age are these bronze wares.Everyone is suppressed to the same level, starting from scratch.

The two sides meet and greet each other.

[Qingshan: The green hills will not change, the green waters will flow forever, we are the Qingshan team, please give me more advice! 】

[Diao Jun: Please read our names in the tone of poetry recitation, thank you! 】

【Aoyama: ...】

Jiao Qi really couldn't watch it anymore, turned off the live broadcast, looked up for Zhang Chenfei, but there was no sign of him.The living room was empty, and the pup was sleeping on his belly on the carpet.

He didn't know when he was covered with a thin blanket, Jiao Qi lifted the blanket and went upstairs to find him.The lights in the study were on, and Marshal Zhang was reading a thick copy of "The Art of War".

"Why do you want to watch the Art of War?" Jiao Qi tried to understand the thinking of the warlord Mr. Zhang.

"I used to be a rough person. I didn't understand these things. I didn't know the importance of reading until the war was really going to happen." He stretched out his hand to pick up his little wife and let him sit on the table. "Come on, you read a lot, tell me about it." Tell me, what does this 'beauty trick' mean?"

Jiao Qi rolled his eyes. He would not be fooled by this obviously malicious question: "I read foreign language, so I don't understand this."

"You don't understand? Then let me explain to you, are you listening?" Zhang Chenfei smiled, spread the book on the table, and said solemnly, "For example, your father wants to open a factory in the land in the south of the city. , but he couldn’t snatch the Li family, so he sent you here to warm my bed. I was happy every day, so I sent a hundred soldiers to grab the land and give it to him.”

Jiao Qi: "..." He jumped off the table and left, but was caught by the mighty warlord and pressed on his lap.

"Look at you thin-skinned, you can't stand it after just a few words?" Zhang Chenfei became more and more excited, and leaned over to rub his chin, "I haven't finished telling you yet, this trick is called 'reverse the customer', That is to say, we are on the bed, you were originally on the bottom, and when you are happy, you flipped up and moved on your own... Oh, baby, don’t dare to screw it around, if it breaks, you will have to be a widow for the rest of your life, ouch!"

After quarreling for a while, it was time to go to bed. The general who had just read the Art of War was calm and decided to take it easy, not as anxious as yesterday.Covering the soft velvet quilt and chatting, he wrapped his little wife tightly in his arms, letting him get used to it slowly.

Jiao Qi naturally didn't have any resistance to Lao Gong's embrace. He adjusted a comfortable position and closed his eyes to sleep. He heard the phrase "I'll let you return home in a good way tomorrow", thinking that he was dreaming and didn't take it seriously. .

When I woke up the next day and saw Zhang Chenfei actively preparing gifts for my father-in-law, I knew he was serious.The old rule in the past, on the third day of marriage, the new daughter-in-law returns home.

"What door! I'm a man and I'm not a new wife... Bah, we've been married for seven years, how can we tell my dad when we go back?" There are still a lot of things going on in the company today, and the old man has already left the house early in the morning I went to the scorching sun, what door did I go back to?If Zhang Chenfei said any more lines, I really dare not imagine the scene.

"Although it is the Republic of China, we still have to respect the tradition. In fact, it is fine to go back to my house, but there is only a grave left in my house, and there is no place to eat." Zhang Chenfei dug out two boxes of cigars, a little dumbfounded.

I bought the first box earlier, but he took it out and bit one, so I couldn't give it away.Later, when the auction failed, Zhang Chenfei asked someone to buy another box abroad, but he ruined one when he picked up Jiao Qi on Monday.Now, none of the boxes are available.

Jiao Qi sighed, took out one from the first box and stuffed it into the space of the second box, raised his hand and called his father.

"Chenchen said he wanted to come back to see me. He is busy during the day, so you two should go home at night." Fortunately, Jiao Zuoren was not confused, and directly rejected Zhang Chenfei's suggestion to come back early in the morning, telling them to go back after get off work.

"Why are you so smart! You deserve to have stayed abroad!" Zhang Dashuai was very happy holding a complete box of cigars, which saved him from asking someone to buy them again.

Jiao Qi ignored him, and took the adjusted cigar by himself, so as not to be bitten by the suddenly excited Zhang Chenfei, and went home empty-handed at night.I won't go to Shifei today, Basho has an important meeting to hold.

The introduction project of American dramas has been completed, and now they are being released on the platform one after another. The response is not bad, earning enough word of mouth, but in terms of profits, it is not as good as expected.

"According to the survey feedback, 80% of the main audiences watching Mi-dramas are young people. And there are platform users of all ages. Mi-dramas will not explode in the short term." The marketing department concluded.

It may be related to the fact that Asians are prone to face blindness when watching Europeans and Americans, and older users generally don't like to watch it.It’s okay for rice dramas to be long-term, because the plot is better and suitable for repeated viewing.

"Neighboring Big Eye Video has introduced the Bangguo soap opera, and the click-through rate is very impressive. So we are considering introducing a monthly TV series in the next quarter." Not daring to mention a large number of imports, the marketing department proposed to introduce a trial first.

Jiao Qi had read the profit statement, and it was completely expected.This is a long-term plan, and I didn't intend to get all the investment back in the short term.The reason why the marketing department is in a hurry is to rush to the performance of the second half of the year so as to keep the year-end bonus.

Two fingers tapped on the table, and the conference room was so quiet that a needle could be heard.

"The introduction of monthly TV series was originally a plan for the first half of next year, but now it's on the agenda, and it will be spring at the earliest," Jiao Qi said in a deep voice. , when will it be profitable?"

The marketing director and the marketing director were sweating on their foreheads, and just when everyone thought the president was going to deduct their bonuses, Jiao Qi agreed to the plan of introducing monthly TV series.But only one show was allowed before the year, giving them a chance to make up for the year-end bonus.

Everyone rejoiced and went all out to choose high-quality dramas.

"The president seems to have a better temper recently than before," the marketing director whispered, "It makes people feel like a spring breeze."

"Is there?" The marketing director who is being trained every day has a bitter face, but he doesn't feel it. This is Jiao Qi's style of doing things. "Aren't you just like Mr. Zhang, looking at that handsome face and being scolded is also flattering?"

"Go, go, I'm a straight man!"

After working all day, Zhang Chenfei personally drove to pick him up when he got off work at night.Back home, it's better not to lead soldiers to scare the old man.

Jiao's mother went out to film again, and there were only Jiao's father and servants at home.The two hadn't been home for a long time, Jiao Zuoren was obviously very happy, and asked the chef to cook Jiao Qi's favorite barbecue.

Eating barbecue meat at night is not easy to digest, but this is Dad's wish, so Jiao Qi can't say anything.On the other hand, Zhang Chenfei had no scruples, and sat on the sofa carelessly: "Yanyan has a bad stomach, first cook him a bowl of soup for nourishing the stomach, you are the father... um!"

Jiao Qi stuffed a plum into his mouth, and pointed to the samurai sword on the nearby knife rack to change the subject: "I haven't seen this sword before."

Zhang Chenfei followed his little wife's hand and saw a Tsukimoto-style long knife. He removed the plum from his mouth and narrowed his eyes slightly: "Is this a Taidao?"

"Well, it's a Taidao." Papa Jiao brought the knife over to Zhang Chenfei to show, "An old friend gave it to me the day before yesterday."

Zhang Chenfei took the knife and looked at it carefully, then put it back in silence.

After dinner, on the way home, Zhang Dashuai was in a heavy heart: "Tell your father not to have contact with that friend again. The situation is tense now, and it is not good to contact people from Yueben."

"what?"

"Yueben's army is marching towards East China." Thinking that Xiaojiao's wife didn't know the stakes, Zhang Chenfei seriously reasoned with him.National survival is no joke.

At present, the domestic warlords are fighting among the separatist regimes, and several countries are eyeing each other.Among them, Yue Benguo is the happiest one. Now that the diao army has grown stronger, it can temporarily protect the safety of the thirteen provinces in East China.Other weak provinces are already in jeopardy.

Back home, Zhang Chenfei hugged his little wife and collapsed on the velvet cushion, tearing open the snow-white shirt.Seeing the irritability raised by the Taidao made him eager to make Young Master Jiao his own, in order to calm down the inexplicable uneasiness.

"What are you doing?"

"Day you!"

"No," Jiao Qi pushed him away, he hadn't showered yet, he smelled like barbecue, "take a shower first."

"Bath? It's a joke. I, Zhang Dacock, visit several hills every day, but I haven't even taken a bath." Zhang Chenfei sneered, grabbed his little wife into his arms, and pinched his chin. "Do you know that you refused over and over again?" What do I call behavior?"

what behavior?Jiao Qi thought about it seriously, and tried to persuade him to take a bath with words that Lao Gong, who lived in the Republic of China, could understand: "Resist the dirty warlord's oppression!"