I really don't want to fight with gods

Chapter 549 Don't Touch Me

The next day, even Mr. Qu and the others were surprised, yo, why is there another girl.

But a social cow like Pan Yunyan can immediately sing and dance for everyone in the rehearsal hall.

Moreover, all her famous brands were fashion styles bought from Citigroup and HK, which caught off guard the art troupe members who had been preparing for the whole night to figure out how to get close to Lan Ling.

That kind of sense of distance, which is so noisy, has never been able to dig out my heart and lungs.

I can only obediently fill out the various registration forms and submit them.

Jing Xiaoqiang didn't show up here, since he was flying in Shanghai, he invited a group of writers through Rolling Club, and even called He Jiongjiong to invite him to do this "Music News".

A dozen or so high-spirited young people went to the deserted office of Wen Gong Bao.

Ordinarily, Jing Xiaoqiang took the letter of introduction signed by the leader of the cultural industry system, as well as the contract and affiliation contract, and he had to pay 5000 yuan a year as an affiliation fee.

You can simply ignore these iron rice bowls that are just waiting to die.

Just set up the stall outside.

But wasn't Jing Xiaoqiang such a person in his previous life?

He understood that these people were full of dreams, but they were smoothed by reality, and he also knew that they were not successful enough, but they definitely failed.

So I still brought the team over to visit the handover.

He even wanted to bring his own team to see what would happen if they gave up their dreams.

The most common type of old office building in Pingjing is the old office building full of history. The gray brick eaves and wooden floors, the handrails are all polished to a greasy shine, and the corridors are full of old papers and old books.

On the desk in the office that is at least 30 or [-] years old, books, newspapers and periodicals that have not been touched for many years are just stacked anyway.

There are also various towel washbasins hanging on the wall, full of life atmosphere.

A cup of tea and a newspaper can kill the whole day, which can be called the predecessor of the fishing world.

Jing Xiaoqiang asked the young man to bring dozens of gifts, but there were only seven or eight middle-aged people here, and the only young man was a temporary worker who went to work outside.

They all handed gifts next to each other: "It is mainly to bring part-time college students to recognize the door. This is our competent department. The fine tradition and profound heritage are the magic weapon for us to carry forward our work in the future."

He Jiongjiong was so eloquent that he couldn't help but cast a few extra glances.

College students are amazed.

Those who can be the backbone of the main rudder in Gunshe are all talented people.

On weekdays, I often hang out among the student unions, teachers and students of colleges and universities.

Even if you understand how the leader speaks, it is common for the manager to be troublesome.

I have never seen a 20-year-old peer be so slick.

What's more, Jing Xiaoqiang, who could have been directly crushed by talent, turned out to be such a troublemaker.

It's simply setting an example for them.

Be more humble!

It’s not easy for people to be cold-faced, but they will still take the same tone as the famous singer: “Comrade Jing Xiaoqiang, it’s good for young people to be motivated, and it’s rare to be motivated. Thanks a lot..."

A bunch of blah blah.

Jing Xiaoqiang said gently: "There is a saying in a play that makes sense. Getting close to power will make people mistakenly think that they have power, and continuing history will make people have the illusion that I am history. In fact, there is a high probability that it is just power and history. A speck of dust, it’s business as usual for someone in this position, don’t mistake yourself for the one who made history.”

The old editor-in-chief Dong Xuan, who was wearing sleeves and glasses with thick bottle bottoms, was originally putting on airs with the president.

Shocked with college students who are more humble than anyone else.

The main reason is that he couldn't grasp Jing Xiaoqiang's sense of rhythm. He was obviously still playing in a low position, so why did he suddenly become full of confrontation.

The only president who was still wearing a military uniform stuttered: "You, you..."

Jing Xiaoqiang still smiled: "That's what I mean, I have this illusion, I am creating history, so I am full of confidence in every link, including the editorial department of Wen Gong Bao, and they should come to deliver mooncakes next Mid-Autumn Festival , we will visit often..."

After finishing speaking, he whizzed away, leaving behind a large pile of exquisite gift boxes of flower of thorn shirts, skin creams, lip glosses, and sports underwear.

It's a fat thing for everyone in the editorial department to look at each other and feel a little scared.

The college students also followed down with tense expressions, and got into the off-road vehicle and a newly bought small bread, and couldn't help asking: "Boss! Is this the end?"

He Jiongjiong, who is known for his high emotional intelligence and ability to adjust the atmosphere, originally thought that he would be the main force, so he could accompany and chat with these old Donghong.

Also caught off guard.

The former trade union special commissioner laughed: "Don't you think this is a kind of intimidation? Hooligans are not scary, but they are afraid that hooligans are educated."

Everyone looked at Jing Xiaoqiang, who had a round waist and a broad body, and was stunned at his self-proclaimed hooliganism despite being a pioneer of college rock and roll and a nationally famous singer.

This contrasts too much with the image of the leading brother who is always radiant and passionate on the stage.

Does life really have to be like this?

Jing Xiaoqiang is like giving life lessons to his younger brothers: "If you really want to do things, you have to constantly touch the edge of the system, otherwise you can't do anything, just follow along like them. The old rules can't keep up with the development of the times, so What is reform? It is self-revolution, playing hooligans with the old rules within the scope of not touching the red line. If you succeed, you will be a new generation of successful people. If you lose, let’s start again from a different angle.”

Often, people spend their whole lives together before they can see clearly the rules of the game in this changing era, and they are already too old to have vitality.

Even if these rules have been taught by countless people since childhood, if you don't experience them yourself, how can you know the severity.

Jing Xiaoqiang is just the heart of an old man with a youthful spirit.

He even yelled at the college students who believed in and followed him.

He Jiongjiong is worthy of crosstalk from novels, and he can immediately praise Jing Xiaoqiang: "That's right, don't use time as an excuse, we haven't tried our best to live, we are all lazy, and we are all using excuses to lie to ourselves to paralyze ourselves, follow everyone In the end, we often find that what hinders our success is the rules and experience that we have relied on the most.”

Jing Xiaoqiang quickly applauded him: "It's the comfort zone. The more comfortable you are living in the most comfortable area you are good at, the more comfortable you will be. After a while, you will find that you have been left behind by your fellow travelers and the times."

The two of them cooked chicken soup together, which made the core members of Gunshe want to start editing, typesetting, printing, publishing, and distributing newspapers and periodicals immediately!
But Jing Xiaoqiang took them to see the beautiful women first: "You have to be able to withstand the temptation, I dare to say with a clear conscience that I have never had a problem with my style..."

What he said was a bit of a rogue, but he was not lying.

Little Bread has to be driven by a retired female driver. Jing Xiaoqiang urged He Jiongjiong to take a few of them to learn how to drive: "You should be the general manager of this music newspaper first, and the main editorial department will be here... "

Of course it is the advertising model company upstairs in the department store outside the Gulou Tower.

The practice hall and studio on the second floor are full of people!

Where there are many beauties, of course there are also many flies.

At first glance, dragons and snakes are mixed, and there are everyone...

The model team has always been managed by the female boss, and the constraints are relatively strict, but before it was mainly managed by Fan Guofei and Bai Lianting, and the separation was relatively clear.

But now that both of them have gone abroad for training, the clients of the advertising agency are all those who got rich first, so they immediately took advantage of the convenience of the venue to get close.

Jing Xiaoqiang didn't care at all, just said hello and left.

As a result, the entire second floor immediately surrounded him with a sensation.

In theory, he is the big boss of this advertising company, and he is also a golden sign.

All advertising business is based around him.

Those advertisers immediately gathered around like cats seeing fish.

It's more about the models jumping at the chance to hook up with their bosses.

Yesterday in the arts and crafts system, those dancers still had to consider discipline and files, and they still had to face in that environment.

What face do these models want?

Directly swarm up, grab!

The elbow almost beat He Jiongjiong until his nose was bruised and his face was swollen.

In an instant, Jing Xiaoqiang was surrounded by all kinds of nephrite and gentle fragrance, and the coquettishness of the southern dialect and the northern dialect. What kind of headlights did he even flicker, and he was wrapped in the racing seat and ejected to start.

"Xiaoqiang, you haven't come for a long time, you really have no conscience..."

"Mr. Qiang, I want to go to Shanghai with you!"

"Boss Jing..."

The core members of the high school rolling club were dumbfounded, the temptation the boss said was really extraordinary!

If Jing Xiaoqiang didn't keep fit every day, he would already weigh 170 kilograms, and his upper arm bench press could exceed 140 kilograms.

It's really possible to be framed by this group of models whose average height is over [-]!
Anyway, He Jiongjiong couldn't see Jing Xiaoqiang directly, even when he jumped up.

But Jing Xiaoqiang can be heard calmly: "What are you doing! What are you doing, you have the temperament of a top model company in the country, okay! Who touched me?! Damn it!"

Fortunately, he wore sweatpants with knotted cords.

There are five or six hands on the chest alone, and she exclaims: "Wow, you have a good figure!"

"Who among those male models can compare to your figure, take me to take a photo together..."

"Yes, yes, Qiangzi and I will shoot a cover together!"

Without any experience, it is easy to be eaten as Tang monk meat in such a pink pansi hole!

Jing Xiaoqiang was enjoying it in his heart, but he was very aware of the danger, so he stood there as a rock and greeted the advertisers who were one step late.

These are 20 people walking one by one. I wish they would be like the winners of the nightclub and take away all these annoying beauties.

But he had to rely on these business relationships to make money, and he swore in his heart that he would never let Lao Fan and Xiao Bai go on business trips at the same time again, and there was no one in charge.

He wanted to push He Jiongjiong out as a shield with a few casual words, but he wanted to take them upstairs to make a big cake.

But there was a sudden commotion in the studio, followed by a resounding slap on the face, slapping the audience into silence!
Jing Xiaoqiang felt like he was slapping himself in the face.

At this moment, he had already decided to kick out the model team from here.

Indeed, just like what he said to Lan Ling, today is different from the past, he himself has passed the stage of chasing beautiful women all day long, and this poor quality beauty resource in his career has also become a rotten meat that attracts bees and butterflies .

Can't ask for more.

But at this time, a husky female voice with a slightly nasal voice came from the studio: "I want to touch, go back and touch your mother!"

Huh?
(End of this chapter)