The entertainment industry boss is the supreme god

Chapter 38 The End of the Imperial City Music Association!
Xu Liu's Weibo account was compromised.

The netizens who realized that they had been induced instantly turned back and vented their anger under her.

Of course, there are also fans who are whitewashing:
"Liu Liu is Master Deng's apprentice. She is only a half-way monk. How can she compare to Liu Liu? Are you all bewitched by her?"

"Are you all blind? If I remember correctly, Ming Qi slammed the Imperial Capital Music Association in the live broadcast. He dared to ignore the Music Association. Is this kind of person worthy of your bragging?"

"She dares to slander the Music Association, can she survive?"

"It's just a piece of music, and I'm not afraid of falling if I blow it so high."

"..."

Netizens said they were not deaf.

If it weren't for the ups and downs in the video, they would blow it?
Just as many netizens were gearing up for a long speech and wrestling with Xu Liu's fans, a Weibo account that was beyond everyone's expectations made a voice.

[Emperor Capital Music Association V: Repost ∥ starling in the entertainment circle V: Brothers, I kneel.Xu Liu's technique is really good... I continued to kneel down. [video]】

As soon as this news came out, the entire Internet fell silent.

It took a long time for someone to "Fuck?"

Someone cautiously asked: "This...is really an official V? Am I mistaken?"

"It's true upstairs, there's a blue label...but I'd rather believe it's a fake one..."

"Is your hand slipping?"

Everyone is baffled.

Anyone who has watched the live broadcast knows that, as Xu Liu's fans said, Ming Qi is indeed arrogant, blatantly mocking the strength of the Music Association, this is undeniable.

Ming Qi has been No. 1 for many years for the one who dares to slap his face with such arrogance because he has a very high authority status in the Music Association of the Atrin Imperial Capital.

After offending the Imperial Capital Music Association, Ming Qi will never be able to go on in this field in the future.

This is also a point that netizens dare not comment on.

But now, what does sound association mean??
Doesn't it know that there are remarks that look down on it in the video?

Simply retweet without expressing your attitude, what do you mean?!
Netizens scratched their heads and couldn't figure it out.

Someone thought about it and asked a question:

Lemon Mengcha: Great Music Association, isn’t Ming Qi’s music level very good?
Everyone stared with bated breath.

1 minute later—the Imperial Music Association replied to Lemon Tea: Yes.

Um???
Um!!!
Everyone: "!!!!!!"

Officially approved!!!
One afternoon, word of mouth reversed.

All those who were not optimistic about Ming Qi and Xu Liu were slapped in the face and ridiculed to the core of the earth, but they were not unconvinced at all.

Many netizens turned their backs on the bright side, announcing that they are fans of Mingqi.

All of a sudden, the chatter about Ming Qi and the fan group sprang up again, and the already active data was maxed out, and the number of fans was extremely large.

Ming pray to become a god in one battle.

……

There was a lot of commotion on the Internet, and today's mission on the set couldn't go on.

Xu Jing simply waved his hand and asked everyone to leave work early.

Just as Ming Qi was about to leave, Song Sibei stopped her.

There was a gentle smile on his handsome face: "In order to celebrate Miss Ming's comeback today, why don't we have a meal together?"

Ming Qi felt that this scene looked familiar.

She declined: "No, there is a younger brother waiting for me to go back for dinner."

Song Sibei was taken aback: "Brother?"

This conversation is too familiar, Ming Qi has no patience.

She said: "Didn't Director Xu say that the crew will have a meeting some time ago, and we can meet again at that time."

Speaking of this, Song Sibei no longer insisted.

His smile remained unchanged, and he sighed jokingly: "I don't know when I can let Miss Ming, who manages so many things every day, show her face and have a meal alone."

Ming Qi didn't answer.

Song Sibei didn't mind, he said goodbye to himself, and left with his little assistant.

After he left, Lu Yuanfeng came out from behind the door.

He was dressed in black and white casual clothes, tall and long-legged, with a handsome appearance.

Ming Qi tilted his head: "Why, Emperor Lu also wants to invite me to dinner?"

Lu Yuanfeng waved his hand and said wittily, "I dare not disturb you." Then he got to the point: "The piece you played today..."

He paused before opening his mouth: "Can I ask who your master is?"

Ming Qi shook his head: "There is no master."

Lu Yuanfeng was stunned.

Seeing that Ming Qi's expression did not seem to be joking, he said: "Your sense of music..."

Lu Yuanfeng paused again: "Your musical talent is incomparable."

No one has ever played music so thrillingly.

Let their souls tremble and accept baptism.

This music is really... so confusing.

It is the point where everyone who hears it can be overwhelmed.

If you let the sound idiots in the imperial capital hear it, you might go crazy and try to recruit them.

Although his tone was slow, his words were firm.

Ming Qi looked up at him.

Lu Yuanfeng said: "Even Xi Wennian, who was named the son of music by Yatlin, may not be able to match you. You might as well consider joining the Imperial Capital Music Association? As long as you have this intention, I can provide you with a master's recommendation letter."

Ming Qi looked calm: "Let's talk about it later."

Lu Yuanfeng was stunned.

The Imperial Capital Music Association, which was sought after by so many people and couldn't get in even if they wanted to, seemed so worthless to her.

He suddenly remembered Ming Qi's previous sarcasm, and then he realized that there are really people who don't care about this reputation.

Lu Yuanfeng sighed: "If you don't enter this industry, it will be a great loss to the entire music industry."

Ming Qi was noncommittal.

Lu Yuanfeng was not depressed when he didn't get the answer he wanted.He swept his eyes and changed the subject: "That Song Sibei..."

Lu Yuanfeng coughed first, his eyes drifted for a while, and then he said: "Be careful and pay attention."

"His foundation is not very clean, and his character...is not very good. I heard that some troubles happened before, and it didn't come out because of his background."

Ming Qi raised his eyebrows, he didn't know what was unexpected, and he didn't delve into it: "Okay."

I don't know if she listened or not, but Lu Yuanfeng nodded wholeheartedly: "Then I'll go first."

After Lu Yuanfeng left, Ming Jue also pushed Ming Qi to leave the set.

In the luxury car on the side of the street, Song Nanfei was sitting in the back seat, staring closely at the direction where Ming Qi was leaving, as if he had found something interesting, his eyes were piercing.

……

In the imperial capital, the Music Association is located in the east mansion.

In the tall church, deep in the winding aisle is a living room. An elderly man is sitting on a long wooden sofa with a cane, his expression is unknown.

Opposite him, a video from the live broadcast room was projected on a large TV series.

The voice of the young girl Gu Xun is moving and moving, touching the heart and soul.

With a "squeak", the quaint door was pushed open, and a man wearing gold-rimmed glasses walked in.

The old man on the sofa raised his eyelids: "Wen Nian, you're here."

The man smiled, went to sit beside him, and the two of them finished watching the video quietly.

The old man asked, "Tell me about your feelings?"

The man with golden glasses said frankly: "Xu Liu and her are not on the same level."

"Hmm." The old man's expression didn't change a bit: "How does it compare to you?"

The eyes under the man's glasses flickered, but he still said, "I'm not as good as her."

He paused, then added: "No one can match her."

Such absolute words are spoken from a man's mouth, but they have a convincing ability.

The old man didn't speak for a long time. After a while, he stood up from the sofa and patted the man on the shoulder: "It's good that you have an idea."

After he finished speaking, he leaned on his crutches to leave the room.

"Teacher Deng."

The people behind stood up and called him to stop, Xi Wennian raised his gold-rimmed glasses.

"How should Xu Liu solve it?"

The old man's plain comment: "Arrogance and arrogance, ambition but no ability, so it's a bit of a calculation that can't be put on the table, and it's foolish to be led by the nose."

"The most important thing is that she has lost its use value. It has been cultivated for so many years, and it will be ruined after all."

The old man's tone was so calm that it was almost cruel: "It's just an abandoned child."

(End of this chapter)