food idol

Chapter 390

"Impossible, absolutely impossible, I will never wear it!"

As a result, well, when Wen Tang, dressed as a panda, came up to him and smiled...

Nima...

Ahem, countless historical facts have proved that in order to win, one must sacrifice the rights or interests of a small number of people.

Gu Su is like this, Yuan Ye is also like this, it can be said that "different routes lead to the same goal".

Official website, Post Bar, Weibo, etc., you can see enthusiastic discussions and regretful call signs everywhere:
"Ahhh, I actually watched Qin Xiaolou's scene, the real person is not fat at all!"

"You can't imagine how close I was to Kangzheng at that time! Fuck it, I can smell the delicious grass smell on his body!"

"There is no way out for showing off!"

"Luzhu has already passed out crying in the toilet, and now I have a ticket for Fu Ziqing's concert, a first-class ticket, the front row seat is very good, [-]% off exclusive sale!"

"The landlord is so brave, and I'll give you a [-]% discount! One ticket for Fu Ziqing is also on sale, [-]% off, and two [-]% off!! We can talk to each other!"

"See you on March 3, look upstairs!"

"I don't know if Hua Tianwang will come to support me, I'm so excited..."

"...upstairs you think too much..."

wilderness.

Fu Ziqing walked in quickly with a chill in his body, and asked, "How many tickets were sold today?"

The staff members were about to cry, and after stuttering for a long time, they murmured, "Still, it's still the same as five days ago."

Fu Ziqing frowned tightly, his eyes seemed to burst into flames, "You are talking nonsense!"

The staff hurriedly complained, "Where am I talking nonsense, if you don't believe me, you can see for yourself, since five days ago, a single ticket has not been sold."

In fact, if the website does not prohibit short-term refunds, it is estimated that the sales volume will show negative growth.

But many fans who bought tickets have already transferred their tickets through other channels, and the saddest thing is that most of them can't transfer out at all!
At this moment, Fu Wenqiang pushed the door open and came in. Everyone present saw him as if they were seeing the savior, they all stood up and said hello, at least they had a reason to ignore Fu Ziqing, after all, this reality was a bit miserable.

"Uncle!" As it was about Xingtu, Fu Ziqing no longer kept secrets, but rushed forward anxiously, "What should I do?"

Fu Wenqiang himself didn't expect things to turn out like this. After a few days, he couldn't eat well and sleep well, and he lost several catties.

He just squeezed Fu Ziqing's shoulder, and after walking around the room, he finally waited for a call, "Have you delivered it yet?"

The voice of the other party was full of frustration, "They don't want it, and they asked if they could get some tickets for the Qihuang Gala."

Asking the staff of Yuanye for tickets to Qihuang is more painful than tearing down the stage in public.

"Hold!"

Fu Wenqiang slammed the phone and smashed it to pieces, with a gloomy expression on his face.

"Keep inching forward, thousands of yuan a ticket will give you away for nothing, and you still have so many problems, damn it!"

When Fu Wenqiang got angry, everyone present fell silent, everyone was in danger, and no one dared to speak out, for fear of getting hurt.

He turned around a few times and punched the table hard, as if he had made some important decision.

"Ah Qing," Fu Wenqiang said, "Cancel the concert."

"what?!"

Not to mention Fu Ziqing, even his manager was shocked, and looked at Fu Wenqiang who gave the order with disbelief.

"Ask why!" Fu Wenqiang, who had never expected to be forced into such an embarrassing situation, was extremely irritable, and he shouted out of control, "A total of less than one-third of the tickets were sold, and now there is another one." Those who have approved a batch of tickets will be refunded and monopolized, and what kind of concert is there, do you want to be the laughing stock of the whole world?!"

(End of this chapter)