The Demon Lord said he would not roll again

At the same time, the live broadcast room of Yangshenggong was full of the following:

[Link up. ]

[Hurry up, hurry up. ]

[Urgent! Urgent! ]

"Dear friends, the link here is really not available." The host Xiaocha said with a dry mouth, picked up the Yangsheng tea next to him and took a sip, and the barrage in the live broadcast room went crazy.

[I saw it, you still have it. ]

[Hurry up and link up, don't force me to beg you. ]

[My son has been crying, and only Yangsheng tea can stop him from crying. ]

[My grandfather's grandfather came to me in a dream last night and said that he had another wish, hoping that I could drink Yangsheng tea. ]

The host Xiaocha hurriedly covered the bottle, as if the audience could really snatch it away through the screen.

Two hours after the Yangsheng tea was launched, Jiang Zhao kept hearing various "Mr. Jiang", "exploded", "sold out", and "consumers shouted to produce more". ”

They expected it to be a big hit, but they didn’t expect it to happen so quickly. The inventory was not enough to sell.

Although Jiang Zhao didn’t need to do anything, he was about to have tinnitus.

Waving his hand and handing over the matter, Jiang Zhao continued to watch the drama. He thought of Fang Lanqiu.

Manager Fang is still good. He works hard and basically doesn’t disturb him.

At this time, Fang Lanqiu just walked into the Jiang’s Building.

Chapter 17

Jiang Zhao was watching a drama and was catching up with the key plot. It would be best if no one interrupted him.

He just sent his subordinates away. They are busy and probably won’t come to see him all afternoon. . With the current situation of Jiang's company, it is impossible to go bankrupt. He just needs to control the overall situation, and they can deal with the rest by themselves.

Thinking of this, Jiang Zhao felt relieved. He should be able to finish watching the wonderful plot in one go in the afternoon.

So happy.

[Host, the heroine is misunderstood in various ways, why does she still care about the dog emperor? ] The system occasionally follows Jiang Zhao to watch the drama, and most of the time it is gnashing its teeth.

Jiang Zhao stared at the computer and did not forget to answer the system's questions: "Besides the emotional emperor is also her boss. Due to the limitations of the times, she has no other choice but to rely on this boss for a living. ”

[So there is this reason. Can't the host watch something happier? "The Story of Two Bears" is better than this, and "Sheep Sheep Sheep" is also very good.] The system complained. He couldn't bear to see the main perspective being wronged, and he wanted to get into the screen to help resist.

Jiang Zhao laughed. The system was really like a child.

The system decided to follow the host to finish watching this palace drama, and would not watch the drama with the host in the future.

The truth will be revealed soon. The emperor will definitely regret knowing that he misunderstood the heroine. I hope the heroine will not forgive so quickly, the system thought secretly.

The system soon saw a satisfactory plot. The misunderstanding was resolved, the emperor regretted it, and the heroine didn't want to see him. He hoped that this plot would last longer: [That's how it should be. Duo Lengleng, this big pig's hoof, has a bad eye. He doubts about anything. Torture this guy more.]

Jiang Zhao: "..." How angry is the system?

Fortunately, the system will not be angry, so he will not persuade him.

He glanced at the title of the drama, which is "Empress Dowager". Things may not be that simple.

A few minutes later, the system's voice increased: Palace No. Picture Color Club [Host, what drama are you following? Is the heroine a villain? How could she poison the emperor? Ah, is there anything I missed? ]

Jiang Zhao was not surprised at all. When he saw the title of the drama before, he realized that it was not that simple. Sure enough. Why did the heroine poison? Looking at the progress bar, you can tell that there is a story.

It will be revealed soon.

At this moment, the internal phone rang.

Jiang Zhao was very reluctant to move his eyes away. He was afraid of missing the exciting part. He paused before answering the phone.

"Mr. Jiang, Manager Fang has something to ask." It was Shen Yuyu's voice.

Jiang Zhao's expression was numb: "Which Manager Fang?"

Jiang's company has three managers with the surname Fang. He asked them and subconsciously filtered out Fang Lanqiu in his heart. She almost never came to see him. She was very sensible.

It must be the other two.

They came in the morning and came again in the afternoon. I don't know what new things they found and what new ideas they have. But they are working seriously, and he can't blame them for it.

"Manager Fang Lanqiu." Shen Yuyu replied.

Jiang Zhao was surprised: "What's wrong with her? ”

“Manager Fang said it was about signing artists.”

“Okay, let her in.”

Fang Lanqiu came to the president’s office and greeted Jiang Zhao with a smile: “President Jiang.”

“Please sit down. What can I do for you?” Jiang Zhao asked. He saw Fang Lanqiu holding a brown paper bag in her hand. He didn’t know what it was. Was it for him?

“I plan to sign some artists. Didn’t you say before that I would tell you who you were going to sign? These are their photos.”

Jiang Zhao: So he found the job himself?

“Yeah. "Jiang Zhao felt numb inside. Everyone was here and ready. He couldn't just not look at it. He said it himself.

Fang Lanqiu put all the photos in the brown paper bag on the desk. There was a lot of photos. Jiang Zhao's eyes went dark.

There was no need to look at their faces deliberately. Just a quick glance would still be a bit too much. It would take a lot of time.

He suspected that Fang Lanqiu had got all the photos of the artists in the entertainment industry.

Sighing inwardly, Jiang Zhao still picked up the photos and started to look at them. He looked at people mainly to see if they would go astray. They must not be involved in pornography, gambling, or drugs.

"Are all these recent photos?"

"Yes, many of them are without makeup." Fang Lanqiu said, "Most of them here are those who want to sign in to Jiang's on their own initiative. They are very cooperative when asked to take photos without makeup. They are not famous enough."

Jiang Zhao nodded, hoping that it would be just this once. He would not be able to chew it if he signed too many.

Since they were artists signed to Jiang’s name, Jiang Zhao still looked at them very seriously. He was a little uncertain and decisively used his ability to read faces. As a result, when he saw several criminals, his face was very tangled. After seeing this, if he did nothing, these few people would continue to be rampant, and there would be more victims. He really couldn’t pretend that he didn’t see it.