Entertainment: Please, please stop bullying the national team

Chapter 10 What is a national team?it's called the national team
Riding the night, Jiang Yi boarded the car back to the rental house.

Sitting in the taxi, the interface of the bank card balance was always on on the screen of his mobile phone, he struggled for a while, and transferred 30 yuan to his original uncle.

Yuanben's parents died in a car accident when they were young.

He can grow up so big, receive a good education, study a major he is interested in, and later be able to take the postgraduate entrance examination and study for a Ph. D. It is all because his uncle spends all day in the factory and is not idle during his shifts. He goes out every day to deliver food to people. .

It is to make Yuanshen have no worries when he is studying.

After joining the national team, my uncle was even more proud. He said to everyone that he thought he would shine on the stage of the General Political Department from now on.

In the end, he was unknown, and after a year and a year, that little salary was only enough to support himself in City A, and he never managed to buy a house for his uncle until his death, so that he could live a life without worrying about food and clothing.

So Jiang Yi didn't hesitate too much in giving the money.

The transfer can be made at any time, and not long after the transfer, the uncle's phone call came in.

"Jiang Yi, what happened to your money?"

There was a bit of fear and temptation in the uncle's voice over the phone.

For a migrant worker living at the bottom of a small fourth- and fifth-tier county, 30 is a huge sum of money.

No wonder the uncle is so cautious.

"don’t worry."

Jiang Yi's tone was relaxed: "I participated in a large-scale performance, and the reward was very high."

The uncle breathed a sigh of relief for a moment, and then he couldn't help being a little happy, and then he boasted: "Really? Our Jiang Yi is really promising!"

"Don't give me any money. I'll go to the bank tomorrow and transfer the money to you. I'll eat and drink at home. I don't need anything. It's you! It's expensive in City A."

"And the seniors in your regiment, teacher."

"For next year's festival, everyone else will be filial, and you should be filial as well. Don't say you don't have any plans, and don't let others see it clearly!"

"Interpersonal relationships must be handled well!"

Listening to the uncle's nagging instructions on the phone, it was all about the plan for the 30 yuan.

Originally, he didn't have much idea about the 50 yuan, so transferring 30 yuan to his uncle was a kind of return.

Now, listening to my uncle tirelessly teaching me how to deal with people, the string of numbers on the bank card suddenly came alive.

He seems to be able to do a lot of good things with that money.

For example, make money to buy a house in city a, and then take over my uncle to live in it.

Jiang Yi's tired and empty gaze suddenly became brighter, and he interrupted the other party's words.

"Okay, uncle, there is no need to make a special trip to the bank."

"Now you can transfer money directly on your mobile phone. It didn't sound good to teach you before."

"Your nephew, I am capable now. When the time comes, I will save up money to buy a house in City A. After that, I will pick you up to live here and teach you how to do it."

Jiang Yi's tone was relaxed and natural.

The original personality is introverted, and the uncle is also the type of reticence. Although the two have been together for many years, they rarely communicate at such a close distance.

The middle-aged man on the opposite side was stunned when he heard such familiar words, and then tears filled his eyes.

I wanted to say something more, but the taxi had already pulled up, Jiang Yi glanced out, and said towards the phone.

"I'm home, I'll take the money if I give you, and I'll call you another day when I'm free."

In the small county town, Uncle Jiang was holding a cell phone that had been hung up, his heart still beating non-stop.

And here Jiang Yi returned to his little house.

A room of less than twenty square meters, only a bed, a table and a cabinet.

It was impossible to buy a house in City A with that low salary.

Just such a room was allocated by the General Political Department, but fortunately, there was no need to pay rent.

When he got back to the room, he took off his coat, lay on the bed and fell asleep at some point, but he didn't know that at this time, the discussion about Jiang Yi on the Internet was still fermenting.

Countless people were shocked by this "Red Actress", which is a combination of pop music and opera!

The video about Jiang Yi's singing under the official blog of "Singer" has more than [-] million likes!
Countless people even went to the Zongzheng's Weibo to leave messages.

"Wuuuu, Zong Zheng Dad, I apologize for my ignorance before!"

"Father Zongzheng, please open your eyes and look at this Chinese music scene, let a few more people come down and save it!!"

"Before Zongzheng's father, I was blind! Please don't care about it!"

Netizens almost paralyzed the chief political officer's blog!
Head Ye was half asleep and half awake when he was suddenly woken up by the phone call from the headquarters. The person on the other side didn't even have a chance for her to respond when the call was connected.

"Hey?"

"Xiaoye, Jiang Yi is one of your subordinates, right?"

Leader Ye was dumbfounded by the question. He blinked on the bed, and it took him a long time to react. He quickly lifted the quilt and got out of bed: "Ah, yes, they are my subordinates. What's wrong?"

"Why didn't I know that you still have such a number one person under your command!"

"Ah??!" Leader Ye looked confused.

"He's really capable!" The boss seemed very happy, holding his mobile phone and said to himself: "The last time the program was broadcast, we directly publicized our general affairs!"

"Now a bunch of netizens have completely overturned their views on our Zongzheng Song and Dance Troupe!"

"The leaders at the top even named and praised them!"

"The Zongzheng's Weibo is about to explode!"

Although Leader Ye didn't understand it very well, he caught a key word, "Weibo".

Now that I'm a little more sober, I can also hear that the boss didn't come to Xingshi to inquire about the crime, on the contrary, he was very happy, so he immediately nodded in agreement.

"Yes, yes, umm!"

When the superior called, he talked overwhelmingly, and finally said with emotion: "Hey! It's really the waves behind the Yangtze River pushing the waves ahead!"

"Xiaoye! Such a talent must not be buried under your hands!"

This sentence had a lot of meaning. Leader Ye was stunned for a moment, but before he could react, he hung up the phone.

Leader Ye seemed to have just woken up from a dream.

After hanging up the phone, he turned around and turned on the computer to start downloading Weibo.

It's just that she is old after all, and she is not very good at playing this kind of social software. After thinking about it for a while, she is Baidu and asking someone to ask, and finally registers a new account.

As soon as the account is registered, start searching the official blog of Zongzheng.

In the end, a lot of comments below directly shocked Leader Ye!
She has known the official account of Zongzheng before, and every time a new work and promotion is posted, there are only a few likes.

And now!Direct subversion of the usual!
Almost every piece of work that is not very eye-catching on Weibo has more than one million likes!
Even the place of likes has become a small flame.

Leader Ye still reacted no matter how slow he was, what's going on!
Immediately, I clicked into the comment area, and I saw all the comments that praised Jiang Yi and the General Political Department by the way, as well as the apology mixed in it. Leader Ye's pupils shrank sharply, and he froze.

Yes, is that an exaggeration? ?
(End of this chapter)