The president is always unhappy [Transmigration Book]

Song Yuanzhou hugged his mobile phone and looked at his hacked page on the Q station, and he was depressed for 3 seconds.Soon, he switched back to the chat box with Jiang Che, and sighed while looking at the red exclamation mark.

Whether he is popular or not is not very important to Song Yuanzhou. Of course, if he can get more money if he becomes popular, he doesn't mind being more popular. He doesn't mind being hacked at all, and he doesn't mind other people using this point to gain power or achieve some purpose of his own.

They are not related to each other, as long as they can't influence him to make money!

Comparatively speaking, he cares more about his Mystrait.

Hu Qi stretched out his foot and kicked Song Yuanzhou's stool: "Don't look, why are you not in a hurry?"

Song Yuanzhou had just "broke up in love", and he really couldn't get any energy out of it.

She smiled perfunctorily at Hu Qi, and showed him the phone.

"Look at your mother. In order to chase your father and me, I came all the way to send a business card. After finally adding it, it was hacked again. I don't think he deliberately wanted to hack me, it must be awkward! You said... Is he looking for a sense of presence? Does he dislike me for ignoring him last night? "

Hu Qi let out a "bah", exerted some force on his feet, and kicked a little harder. Song Yuanzhou was relatively light, and almost sent him flying with a stool.

Song Yuanzhou leaned against the wall behind and looked at Hu Qi sadly, "Damn, bring a filial son! Is this how you treat your father who has worked so hard to raise you?"

"Your mother abandoned your father and left, and even you will abandon me, ying ying."

The errands behind this are very spiritual, and Hu Qi's goosebumps are bristling from the "erroneous".

Hu Qi was laughed at by him, and he was in the mood to take advantage of him for this sake, it seemed that he really didn't care at all.

What is the saying?

The emperor is not in a hurry for the eunuch.

No, don't choose what you say.

The eunuch is not in a hurry, the emperor is in a hurry.

Song Yuanzhou's eyes were extremely sad. He leaned on the wall and put his stool away, unlocked his phone and continued to stare.

When he opened it again, he was pleasantly surprised to find——

I rely on! !

Song Yuanzhou had just sat firmly on the stool, but finally with a "plop", he could not escape the fate of being led down by him.

He fell backward hard and fell a buttock, but he didn't feel any pain at all, instead he laughed out loud "hahahaha".

"Hahaha, I just said he was just being awkward, damn, so naughty..."

Hu Qi: OO!

No, fate finally got his hands on his lovely Zhou Zhou, is he crazy?

Couldn't bear the continuous blows all night, so he... went crazy.

Hu Qi quickly stood up, put away the folding table between the two of them and stood beside him, and stretched out his hand to him, meaning to pull him up.

Song Yuanzhou stretched out his hand extremely skillfully, and took Hu Qi's.

Hu Qi worked hard for a long time, but Song Yuanzhou's buttocks seemed to be glued to the floor by strong glue, and he didn't move at all.

Hu Qi was shocked: "I'll go, usually I can't see your strength at all."

Song Yuanzhou flattered: "Innate, divine power."

He sat on the ground, with a greasy smile on his face that Hu Qi found very annoying, and he smiled at him nasty, "Son, you are not motherless at last, your mother, hahahaha, is back again! "

Hu Qi withdrew his hand instantly, and pushed Song Yuanzhou again.

"Damn, I want to help you? Do you still have any humanity? At this time, you are still taking advantage of the kind me. You are hopeless."

Now that Song Yuanzhou was alive again, he didn't feel that the floor was hard, and the winter was cold in late autumn.Sitting on the cold floor was like sitting under a warm blanket, without even thinking about getting up.

Instead, he turned on his phone and waved it in front of Hu Qi as if showing off: "Hahahaha, I said your mother hated me, see, let me out again?"

Hu Qi looked indifferently, leaning against the wall on the other side with folded arms and looking at him, "Do you know that we have always had a slang term?"

Song Yuanzhou is in a good mood now, and he doesn't want to guess riddles with Hu Qi at all, so he happily stood up from the ground holding his mobile phone.

Hu Qi: "As for what, he just released you from the blacklist, that's all, without even sending an emoji, without even saying a word, can you orgasm like this?"

Hu Qi snorted: "Don't tell me, I kind of want to see my mother, what kind of peerless fairy is she?"

Mr. Song Zhongzhong Yangou. Yuanzhou has the right to speak: "Don't say it, heaven and earth are nothing more than that, you will find that all descriptive words are a kind of blasphemy to him, so that the world will turn pale and the sun will fade away." The moon has no light."

Song Yuanzhou: "It is the bright white moonlight cast in the lonely desert, and it is the bloody cinnabar mole burned by the hot heart. From then on, I will never forget it."

Hu Qi: "Ouch! Can you get any more disgusting?"

Hu Qi was stuffed with dog food again, and said expressionlessly, "Aren't you good at describing, why aren't you afraid of insulting him?"

Song Yuanzhou patted his pants, as if he had a good friend who was full of everything, with a satisfied face, "You don't understand."

Jiang Che was sitting in the office, his phone was turned over and over for a while, and he clicked on the WeChat of "children" unconsciously, and clicked to cancel the blacklist involuntarily.

Yes, I didn't do it, my fingers did it!

Unexpectedly, a few seconds after the blacklist was released, the mobile phone "beep beep" received four messages one after another.

Jiang Che loaded the pictures and found that they were four identical pictures.

Jiang Che: ...

The picture above is an attractive 5 dishes and [-] soup.

It is very good to be photographed by children, and the food seems to emit a strong fragrance from the screen.

Although President Ba has been well-clothed and well-fed since he was a child, he lacks nothing.But he lacks everything.

He longed for such a heartwarming interaction.

Jiang Che knew that this was a popular activity recently, called "Sunning".

The younger generation especially likes to record everything with a camera, and then post it to the circle of friends to "post", attracting a group of like-minded friends to discuss together.

His circle of friends is old-fashioned and boring, except for pushing cups and changing dishes, and traveling on business.

This vibrant color is missing.

Jiang Che clicked on Song Yuanzhou's circle of friends, and found that he had set it to only watch for 3 days.The content of the past 3 days is empty and there is no update.

So... was this slightly retouched photo originally only sent to him?

There was a slight smile in the corner of Jiang Che's eyes. After waiting for a while without any new WeChat messages, he randomly picked a picture and enlarged it to continue admiring it.

After zooming in, small details that were not noticed before are also truly reflected.

According to Song Yuanzhou's perspective as the person taking pictures with his mobile phone, there is a bowl full of rice opposite him, and a small piece of finger accidentally caught in the mirror is exposed beside the rice.

Jiang Che felt a "thump" in his heart.

It was because of the upsurge of "this photo belongs to me and him only", which was completely chilled by the sudden icy water.

This psychological gap is no different from walking on a roller coaster, with ups and downs and extreme excitement.

The one who can eat with him is probably the "Mr. Butterfly" who lives opposite.

Jiang Che picked up the coffee his assistant had just made and took a sip.

Rarely frowned once, sour.

"Beep" was another vibrating notification sound, and Jiang Che's heart tightened.

When he opened it, the nervousness melted into bubbles in an instant, and the smile gradually returned to his brows.

Children: [-mouth-]

Kid: [yeah, it’s really possible to post! ]

Through the screen, Jiang Che seemed to be infected with his happiness.

Song Yuanzhou came back to life on the spot, and finally he didn't have to bury his love tonight, and he began to have the energy to sort out his horrible career.

"Butterfly is a fortune teller, pinch your fingers for me, can my unlucky career be saved?"

Hu Qi pinched the thumb of his right hand and the middle finger of his index finger into three points, imitating the magic stick of film and television dramas, pinched a trick, and said nonsense, "Benefactor, you are basically hopeless, you can be pulled out and cremated."

Song Yuanzhou sighed: "Forget it. I originally thought that if I could save it, I would save it again. Now that it can't be saved, let it go, as long as it doesn't affect my money-making."

Hu Qi stroked his invisible beard, and said meaningfully, "Little friend, you are still too naive. I have a plan, and I am waiting for you at any time."

Facts have proved that Song Yuanzhou underestimated the emotions of the brainless fans and the so-called "righteous passers-by" who were incited.

When he started the live broadcast in the evening, he was immediately blocked by black fans who dutifully stayed there.

Song Yuanzhou watched the popularity soar from 100, to 10, and then to 50.

All kinds of swear words emerged endlessly on the barrage, which completely blocked the normal interaction between fans.

Song Yuanzhou: -mouth-

I can't stand it any longer.

[Let's take a look at the live broadcast of the legendary dance master? ]

[Hahaha, the funniest joke of the year, an amateur three-legged cat who complained about professional dance up, has now changed his career to become a singing anchor. ]

[I think the anchor is dead XX, the mouth is so dirty, I wish you are also XX]

[If you have the ability to show your face, let's see if our brothers don't beat you up, you don't even know your mother. ]

[I forgot about the previous one so quickly, when I saw the anchor, I didn’t know my mother. ]

[The anchor is ugly at first glance, he dare not show his face. ]

Jiang Che used to regard Song Yuanzhou's live broadcast as work background music, which was a sharp tool to improve work efficiency.

Except for swiping gifts during a short break, he basically doesn't look at the barrage. Naturally, he doesn't know what kind of chaos is on the barrage now.

While the background sound was playing, I heard Song Yuanzhou say in a dry voice, "Sorry, it doesn't seem suitable to start the broadcast today, everyone should calm down first..."

When Jiang Che looked up, the live broadcast screen just went black.

Jiang Che:? ? ?

Jiang Che frowned and took the phone off the phone holder, intending to see what happened.

It just so happened that at this moment, a bold and bold Qian Tezhu rushed in from the door without knocking.

Special Assistant Qian probably came running. When he reached the door, he was holding on to the door frame with one hand and panting a little, "President... President, it's not good!"

Jiang Che glanced at him indifferently, then lowered his head again.

Special Assistant Qian took a few steps to Jiang Che's desk, took a deep breath and said, "The boss's wife has been hacked!"

Jiang Che is a science student who has been studying finance and economics since he was a student. In the past 20 years of life, there is no other color except for the interesting Song Yuanzhou who suddenly broke into him.

In addition to studying or working, I only have numbers and money in my eyes.

He could understand the two words "buying black", but he didn't understand anything when put together.

His eyes rarely showed confusion.

Of course, it was the first time for Qian Tezhu to see his expression like this, but he didn't feel complacent at all because of something his boss didn't know, but he happened to know very well—well, he didn't have a chance for the time being.

Special assistant Qian simply recounted the ins and outs of the incident with embellishment.

This fueled the fire on how the boss's wife was hacked and how pitiful her situation was.Try to describe how miserable the boss's wife is.

If it was about business, if someone came to ask him for advice, Jiang Che could come up with dozens of solutions, but in this area, he was like a blind man who can only cross the river by feeling for the stones, his eyes were darkened.

He looked at his right-hand man: "Is there any way?"

Qian Tezhu stubbornly believed that the eyes the boss was looking at him at this time were pleading eyes.

Then he puffed up his chest: "Do you want to help the boss's wife through this time, or do you want him to have more fans?"

Jiang Che: "What else is there to learn?"

Special Assistant Qian: "It depends on the level of the PR company you find."

Jiang Che put down his phone and stood up.

The boss, who was nearly 10 centimeters taller than him, looked at him condescendingly, which instantly made Tezhu Qian feel pressured.

For some reason, Qian Tezhu felt more guilty as he was watched more and more, and unconsciously took a step back.

Jiang Che raised his right hand and patted him on the shoulder lightly: "Find the best one and buy it."

Special Assistant Qian stuttered: "Buy...buy...buy it? But our company doesn't have this kind of business."

Jiang Che walked a few steps and stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows: "It will be there in the future."

Special assistant Qian retrieved the dropped jaw and put it back on.

"Just... as far as the entertainment public relations company is concerned, it doesn't take much..."

"Regarding entertainment, I remember that the planning department started planning last year. Why haven't I seen a decent market research and feasibility plan?"

Jiang Che's voice was flat: "If the planning department can't do it, let them go home early and eat their feet."

Special assistant Qian was taken aback when he heard that.

Jiang Che is already making the final conclusion: "The planning department is too slow, you can quickly find a public relations company and buy it in my personal name."

Special Assistant Qian: "..."