I am super fuzzy and I am the top of the underworld [entertainment circle]

Fu Jiaze put on his mask and walked downstairs, while Qing Heng stood at the door of the unit.

"Have you finished your work?" Qing Heng smiled obediently.

Fu Jiaze frowned: "Didn't I say not to go upstairs?"

Qing Heng bit his lip: "I... always hear people say how powerful Senior Brother Qiong Ren is, I also want to see what the real person is like."

"Okay, why are your eyes red, I don't blame you," Fu Jiaze rubbed his hair: "I remember you said you can read pictures. Did you see anything? Everyone in the company said that Qiong Ren Not being hot is metaphysics, and it will be like this when it conflicts with the company's feng shui."

"I'm not very good at these things, so I can only guess. His life is very good, maybe it's just bad luck. If he is willing to do other things, he should get rich soon." Qing Heng looked up at Fu Jiaze and said, "Brother , why don't you persuade him to change his career."

"no!"

Fu Jiaze refused without thinking, and Qing Heng's heart sank.

"Qing Heng, since you understand this, can you think of a way to change his luck?" Fu Jiaze was much taller than him, leaning over and holding his slender shoulders, "Qiong Ren is very important to me, as long as you can change his luck , I will definitely repay you."

Qing Heng's eyes flickered, and he said softly, "Brother, do you like him?"

Fu Jiaze's hands tightened suddenly, causing Qingheng's shoulders to ache. He looked at Fu Jiaze's handsome face full of panic, his eyes turned red with grievance.

"How come, of course I only like you. It's just that he helped me, and I want to help him, that's all."

Fu Jiaze was so distracted, his gaze seemed to penetrate Qingheng, looking at someone who was not here.

Qing Heng thought of Qiong Ren's astonishingly beautiful face, and his heart ached, "I don't have the ability to help people change their fate, I'm sorry, brother."

This is a lie.

He was born in a Taoist family, and he is proficient in all kinds of alchemy.It is very difficult to create something out of nothing and let someone who has no luck get something that does not belong to him.

But if you want to make Qiong Ren's luck worse than it is now, there are many means you can use.But... Qiong Ren looked a little strange, as if he shouldn't have been in such a situation.

Although the viciousness on Qing Heng's face was only fleeting, Fu Jiaze could see it clearly.He was a little bit dissatisfied, and always felt that Qing Heng's performance was not enough.

So he made his tone more gentle: "It's okay, I think too much about you. After all, geniuses like Qiong Ren are a minority. I shouldn't have such high expectations for you and put pressure on you, right? sorry."

This passage had a good effect, jealousy almost rushed out of Qing Heng's eyes, and couldn't be suppressed, the delicate and small face was a little distorted.

Only then did Fu Jiaze feel satisfied, and hugged the slender boy into his arms.

"I really don't like Qiong Ren, I only love you."

He used a blank tone as if he was trying to persuade himself, but he smiled smugly.

The manager looked at the screen and was dumbfounded.

"Is he instigating that kid to hate you?"

Qiong Ren: "Hmm."

The agent was so shocked that he couldn't recover for a long time: "He must be sick, what is he trying to do... Did he trip you up?"

Joan shrugged.

He is so fresh and refined that he always misses opportunities in various weird ways.

Participating in the draft, the server is down and cannot be registered.After receiving the play appointment, several main actors took turns to collapse their houses, and the project was completely suspended.

Participating in a variety show, the flight I bought in advance was suddenly grounded, and I couldn't buy a new ticket. I spent two days at the airport and was returned by the program team after being seriously late.

The number of unlucky times has increased, and it is impossible to tell whether it is due to his stupid physique, or someone deliberately tripped him up.

"How did you find out that he wasn't what he was?"

"accidental."

One day Fu Jiaze came to see him, and less than half a minute after he left, the videophone suddenly turned on.The figure of Fu Jiaze appeared on the screen, he was hugging a little idol and booing at the stairs.

This is a private matter, Qiong Ren is not interested in it, but he just feels very strange, Fu Jiaze was already popular at that time, how could he kiss me downstairs in the community, isn't he afraid of getting headlines?

When he and Fu Jiaze met at the company the next day, Fu Jiaze secretly expressed his liking for him.

Qiong Ren immediately smelled the breath of the sea.

If it wasn't for Neptune, he would be a scumbag and should be thrown into the trash can.

He found that Fu Jiaze liked to express in front of his boyfriend that he treated Qiong Ren as Bai Yueguang, and seemed to enjoy the atmosphere that his boyfriend felt sorry for him, so he already felt disgusted by Fu Jiaze.

But through the videophone screen that lit up from time to time, he discovered something even more outrageous, that is, Fu Jiaze's purpose seemed not only to make his boyfriend jealous, but also to lead him to hate him.

It's really inexplicable.

Qiong Ren tried to wake up those little fools in love, but they would only be regarded as prying corners, so he didn't bother to talk about it.

The agent couldn't figure it out: "It's fine for him to be hypocritical, why do you still have to provoke your boyfriend to hate you?"

Qiong Ren: "I just don't know the reason, so I didn't tear myself apart with him. Don't you think it's strange that I'm confused?"

Agent: "Who wouldn't find this strange? I originally had a firm belief in materialism because of you. Now I'm going to worship the God of Wealth."

Qiong Ren: "There is something I haven't told you."

"Do you remember, I used to have an account on libilibi, which I used to post dances. Before my debut, the company specifically asked not to use a private account, so I haven't updated it.

"On that account, I always wear a baseball cap and a mask. I can't see my face anyway. I thought I wouldn't be recognized, so I didn't cancel the account."

After his debut, Qiong Ren gradually forgot about that account.

Until half a month ago, he logged in on a whim, and suddenly found that the status of that account was particularly strange.Before his debut, each video had more than 30 plays.

After his debut, the number of views stagnated, and even reposts, comments, and likes were confiscated as if the function keys were confiscated.In the past three years, all the growth data under his videos have been contributed by the same user.

Qiong Ren didn't know what the other party was, and he didn't dare to contact him easily.

The situation shown by this account is as if from the day he debuted, he has become an Internet ghost. He can see others, but others cannot see him.

His Weibo account with 9998 fans and 0 likes and comments every day seems to be in the same situation.

The manager immediately followed Qiong Ren's thoughts: "Do you suspect that Fu Jiaze used any method to hinder your stardom?"

Qiong Ren nodded: "In this world, the person who doesn't want me to be popular the most is Fu Jiaze. His behavior is so abnormal, I have to doubt him."

"I received a job this time. Although it's not a Yangjian job, I think it's an opportunity. The restrictions they put on me may be invalidating."

The manager pondered for a while, and felt that Qiong Ren's idea was very reasonable. He suddenly thought of something, and suddenly raised his head: "Wait!"

Qiong Ren: "?"

Agent: "Why does the videophone light up inexplicably, and it always lights up just right?"

He hugged his fat body tightly in fear.

"Could it be your fan..."

The more he thought about it, the more frightened he became: "Will your underworld fans be in this house? Will they be possessed on the videophone?"

The plush rabbit on the chair moved nervously.

Agent: "Did something move?"

Qiong Ren: "No."

The agent insisted: "Absolutely."

He saw the plush rabbit on the chair. The color of the rabbit was light lavender purple. The workmanship was very delicate and the shape was very cute. At first glance, it was a price that Qiong Ren could not afford.

The manager frowned: "Where did this rabbit come from?"

Qiong Ren: "I picked it up."

Agent: "How can you pick up this kind of thing? You are not afraid that it has fingers, toes and teeth sewn into its stomach. I will throw it away for you."

The agent reached out to grab it, but the plush rabbit nimbly dodged, jumped to the ground and ran away.

The soft short legs slipped and fell on the ground, Qiong Ren picked it up and put it on the chair, and ruaed the rabbit's head.

Qiong Ren: "Don't be nervous."

"Just a stuffed rabbit who can fix videophones."

Tutu obediently rubbed on Qiong Ren's hand.

Yan Wang stood in front of the mirror and seriously tied his own tie.

He changed his emperor's uniform and put on a gray suit, his hair and pupils turned black.

Yan Wang put on his tie and asked the political secretary standing beside him, "Do I look like a human now?"

After Secretary Nan's rigorous review, he shook his head: "It doesn't look like a human being."

Yan Wang pondered: "So...the key is appearance."

"Then I'll add some scars to my face."

Secretary Nan: "I was flattering just now. You look good in this way, there is no need to change it."

Yama: "Flaty is not a good habit."

Secretary Nan: "I remember your teachings.

"It's been two months since the interview questions for "The Encyclopedia of Torture Instruments" have been sent, and countless readers want to get in touch with your soft heart through the Yan Wang Style column.

"There is only one question, and it won't take up too much of your time."

Yan Wang was wearing cuff buttons, "Ask."

Secretary Nan: "What do you like to do in your spare time?"

Yan Wang: "Watch the dance video."

Secretary Nan: "I didn't expect you to have such a hobby... Do you have any dancers you admire?"

Yan Wang: "PoorPeople, nicknamed PP, he is my favorite dancer, watching him dance always makes me feel peaceful."

Secretary Nan: "Qiong Ren is also very good at dancing. If you want to watch it, I have a complete video collection, including the third hall scene. I have ten camera seats."

Hearing Qiong Ren's name, Yan Wang paused with his fingers, turned sideways and said, "Have you finished asking?"

Secretary Nan nodded slightly: "The question is over. I wish you all the best in Yangjian."

Yan Wang nodded and stepped into the cart pulled by four dragons.

The dragon cart flew across the River of Forgetfulness, passing a large area of ​​withered Bana flowers.

In order to adapt to the flow of deaths brought about by the modern population explosion, the small ferry on Wangchuan was replaced by a large oil tanker.The ferryman is now more like a tour guide, holding a loudspeaker and wearing a red vest, repeatedly instilling precautions to the souls.

A soul stuck out its upper body and said in surprise: "Is that the Bana flower? How come there are clumps here and there, as if they are bald, and it's too shabby."

Yan Wang silently lowered his eyes.