After saving Meiqiang, I became popular all over the world

Five minutes later, Qiao Zhihuan was sitting at the coffee table with her arms folded. The profiteer was all smiles, and handed him a cup of tea graciously: "Huanhuan, moisten your mouth."

Qiao Zhihuan squinted at him: "Who are you calling?"

The profiteer hastily changed his words: "Brother Huan, Lord Huan, no, ancestors, gods, I was really wrong this time, you can do whatever you want, don't report me."

Qiao Zhihuan folded her arms and said nothing.

"You want massage oil. I don't have any here. I was deceived by capitalism for a while, so I ordered a substitute."

Qiao Zhihuan patted the table: "Can these two be replaced!"

The profiteer opened his eyes and said nonsense: "It's all... oil."

Qiao Zhihuan got up immediately: "I think you still owe a report."

The profiteer immediately grabbed him and smiled flatteringly: "You can see if this works. The three-day long standby set will be provided to you for free."

Qiao Zhihuan compared the numbers, and the profiteer hurriedly said, "Seven days are fine!"

Qiao Zhihuan corrected: "It's for seven people! But since you said seven days, then seven days."

The profiteer pretended to be wronged, and just about to start acting, Qiao Zhihuan said coldly, "Huh?" He immediately put on a smiling face: "Master Huan, I will do as you say!"

Afraid that he might not be flattering enough, he added: "For the past seven days, I will bring you breakfast on time at seven o'clock every day."

"Okay." Qiao Zhihuan took out a room card and put it on the table, "Every day at seven o'clock, just push the dining car in, and you don't need to wake me up."

After Qiao Zhihuan left, the profiteer pushed the room card towards Ye Cike: "Your Huan likes to eat yogurt bowls and full English meals in the morning, and you can change the steamed buns from time to time. I won't charge you for the information." .”

Ye Cike was surprised: "You push it to me?"

Moreover, how did he know Qiao Zhihuan's preferences?

The profiteer pretended to touch the room card: "Hey, I don't know who gave Huanye's Joker card. I heard that it is the best identity card in the whole show."

The room card was close to the edge of the table, and Ye Cike pressed the room card with a snap.

The profiteer got up satisfied, but before he could take a step, Ye Cike took out the things he sold to Qiao Zhihuan, and slammed them on the table: "Take it away."

"Send it to you."

Ye Cike didn't even lift his eyelids: "I don't need it."

"You can't use it." The profiteer shook his head, "I have made it clear to this point, and no one else has thought about it at all. Hey, it's difficult."

Ye Cike was too lazy to talk nonsense with him, so he pushed his shoulder to see off the guest, but when he was about to leave, the profiteer grabbed the closet door: "Old Ye, brother Ye, it won't be too late for me to pick up the goods from the warehouse."

Ye Cike directly threw him out the door.

"I'll pick up something." The profiteer shouted outside the door, "Snack bag for midnight snacks, from the black bag on the top of the closet!"

Half a minute later, the door opened again, and the midnight snack package was thrown out violently.

The door slammed shut with a bang, the profiteer put away the snack bag, and said, "True murder."

"Little fairy, mother loves you!"

"Qiao Zhihuan! When will you register for us!"

Outside the shooting location, the sister of the shooting station held a loudspeaker and yelled inside across the wide road.

Peng Qiang was upset, and he pulled the curtains suddenly: "It's outrageous!"

The room was full of directors, producers, managers, and managers, and the regular meeting of "Made in Stars" was being held.Peng Qiang is not only the vice president of Big Orange Entertainment, but also the interest representative of the co-seeded contestant Zhao Yingjie. He is also named as a producer in the program group. Whatever his identity, the program group needs to weigh it.

Deputy Director Dang Rui first went through the subsequent process, selected a few seed contestants, explained the current positioning and previewed some feature films.

Producer Peng read the beginning, and interrupted directly: "I just want to ask one thing, what do the program crew think of Zhao Yingjie now? The good boy got into class F, does he lose his qualification to compete for C for the theme song? Chu C is written in the contract!"

Yan Yingdi's agent pushed the glasses: "After the recording a few days ago, we are now very suspicious of the program group's control over the process. If the image of our artists continues to be damaged, we do not rule out the possibility of ending the recording early."

The deputy director of the party was in a state of desperation, so he had to be comforted by both parties.

"Don't talk nice words to me." Peng Qiang insisted, "Did Qiao Zhihuan sign a gambling agreement with you? If the program team always affects other contract interests because of the gambling problem, who would dare to use such a team in the future?"

The main script of this show is centered around Zhao Yingjie, the purpose is to promote him as quickly as possible, and the follow-up will also involve several major projects and a series of cultural and creative operations in Big Orange Entertainment.

As a result, just before the broadcast, Ye Cike suddenly signed a contract to join the game, and the arranged airport publicity was all focused on Ye Cike. Since then, Peng Qiang has been saving fire. Who knows that the road to the enemy is narrow, and the first stage has not yet passed. Zhao Yingjie's first A All fly.

Director Lei smoked a cigarette and thought about it for a long time, and finally twisted the cigarette butt and put it out: "Betting against each other, both parties have risks and benefits, and they will not blindly pass on profits to the students."

"Today is the last day of the first stage recording. The theme song task will be released in the evening, and the pen-hold shooting will be recorded in 24 hours. All people will choose C online based on the pen-hold shooting. I have a countermeasure that has the best of both worlds. Not only can Yingjie's C position be guaranteed, I believe Yan Mister will be satisfied too."

Another point, Director Lei didn't say it clearly, for the program group, being completely killed after a wave of enthusiasm is the only ending for a disobedient rookie like Qiao Zhihuan.

Director Lei smiled and clicked on the theme song event plan: "Mr. Peng, take a look at this change project."

……

Today is the last day of recording for the first stage, Wei Lingsu is the second set of stage that day, Qiao Zhihuan rushed to his lounge non-stop after finishing makeup.

Rêver arranged a separate lounge for Wei Lingsu. At the top of the stage, only a few people had keys. As soon as Qiao Zhihuan pushed the door open, he heard an ouch and almost bumped into someone who was about to go out.

The two huddled together at the door, and Qiao Zhihuan stared blankly: "Uncle 'Police', why did you arrest him?"

The little fangs grabbed the profiteer, and said righteously: "This guy is secretly touching the violin! I caught him straight!"

Wei Lingsu is about to go on stage, what are you doing playing his piano at this time?

When the profiteer saw the reasonable man coming, he quickly surrendered: "I'm a good man, really a good man, I just want to see if his guitar is tuned properly."

"Bah!" Little Fang spat at him, "It was recorded for a few days, and he never talked to you at all, who knows what you are worried about!"

Although the profiteer is true and false, and money is the most important thing, after a few days of contact, he doesn't seem like the kind of person who deliberately engages in small tricks.Otherwise, Ye Cike wouldn't get close to him.

Qiao Zhihuan didn't say a word, walked around the two of them and walked into the room, gently plucked the empty strings of the guitar with her slender fingers, the music was harmonious, and the guitar resonance box vibrated evenly.

Only then did he nod to Little Fang: "The sound is indeed accurate, and the guitar looks fine. Let him go."

Little Fang reluctantly let go of him: "Give you a second, and disappear from my presence!"

"I'll just say one thing." The profiteer straightened his collar, "Don't tell Wei Ling what happened today."

Qiao Zhihuan was puzzled: "Why?"

"So as not to affect his performance."

Little Fang yelled at him: "Two sentences!"

The profiteer zipped up his mouth and disappeared in a second.

Qiao Zhihuan thought this matter could be covered up, but within a few minutes, Wei Lingsu returned to the lounge, glanced briefly, and asked, "Who moved my guitar?"

Just as Little Fang was about to file a complaint, Qiao Zhihuan said first, "I moved, let me see if you have adjusted the sound properly."

Wei Lingsu lowered his eyes and glanced at the guitar: "You wiped off all your fingerprints after tuning?"

Back at the studio, dozens of people were bustling around on the stage, admiring one after another, and I don’t know what they are watching.

Little Fang was not polite, and he pushed aside the crowd, and just saw something in the center of the crowd, and immediately opened his eyes: "Oh, it's really fun!"

Qiao Zhihuan also joined in.

It turned out that everyone was watching the instrument of the first performer: the drum kit was simplified into weird sheets, arranged like decorative discs, and surrounded by neon flashing lights; the electric piano on the side was deliberately old, and the casing Rusty; guitars and basses are held in the arms of wire men. On the ground, strings of colorful wires connect all instruments together, and there is an instrument full of buttons in the middle.

Little Fang was drooling all over the floor: "Seeing this man's musical instrument, I will make this friend my friend!"

Once the recording started, though, Little Fang immediately regretted it.

The profiteer came onto the stage from the side and stood in the middle of this pile of novel musical instruments.

He obviously tidied up carefully today. He dressed like a school boy who went to the music festival just after class. He even had his cute little curly hair permed. He didn't look like he was corrupted by capitalism at all.

Qiao Zhihuan couldn't bear to call him a profiteer, but only wanted to call him by his original name, Hundred Billion.

After the preparations were completed, Qianyi found his own seat, tilted his head and gave a wink: "Shall we start now?"

The promoter Lu Wenya's lips were turned up, and her voice became gentle: "Aren't you waiting for your band members?"

Qian Yishu smiled, and the dog's eyes flickered like lacquer: "One person should be in the band, and one person will be there."

He took off his hat mischievously in the air: "It's right here."

"A one-man band!" Lu Wenya was a little surprised, "With so many instruments, how do you perform by yourself?"

Qianyi gave a standard smile to the big screen, and he turned to the lighting team: "Please cooperate with the lighting teacher."

"Please turn off all lights."