The girls in my live studio are all gods

Chapter 176 Mysterious Man
The smog, like the thick fog on the clouds, slowly falls on the floor made of black marble. The interior is covered with bright mirror-like ceramic tiles. On the dome, the gorgeous crystal chandelier emits a magnificent atmosphere. Guanghui, in front of the man, there is a pure black fragrant wooden table with glass. He crosses his legs leisurely, looks at the content of the computer screen on the table, and laughs out loud from time to time.

"Boss, do you want to stop him?"

Next to the man's cushion chair, a man with a flat head half-kneeled beside the chair and said to the man.

The man held a cigar in his right hand, and the smoke lingered upwards like a dream. He looked very young, but there was a vague and steady and mature aura on his body, which made people have to look sideways. He was wearing a decent suit and his legs were crossed. Youzai Youzai smiled and said: "No, let him play."

The flat-headed man seemed a little puzzled, and asked, "Boss, why did you put him in the All-Star Game? I don't think he has any outstanding features other than winning pure white. If we do this this time, it will affect the platform's reputation." Reputation matters."

The man glanced at the flat-headed man indifferently, but he was so frightened that the flat-headed man didn't dare to move, and said in a trembling tone, "I'm sorry, boss, I... I shouldn't have asked."

"Gu Xun, you've been with me for five years." The man said with emotion.

The flat-headed man named Gu Xun froze for a moment, nodded and said, "Yes, boss."

The man stood up from the chair and said softly: "So I trust you, otherwise why would I give you the ownership of the Xiaoyu platform? Xiaoyu platform has been operating so well in the past few years, and you have credit for it, but..."

The man's originally gentle eyes instantly turned a bit fierce. He threw the cigar butt on the precious floor, rolled it over with his leather shoes, and stood in front of the flat-headed man. If he looked carefully, he could see the flat-headed man's body , trembling slightly.

That is fear.

"Gu Xun, although you own the ownership of the Xiaoyu platform under my company, and you are the person I trust the most, you really shouldn't ask these questions."

The man's tone became very cold.

"It's...my fault, boss." The crew-haired man half-kneeled on the floor, lowered his head, and a bean-sized drop of sweat slowly dripped from his forehead.

"It's best to admit your mistakes sincerely. You've been with me for so long and you know I'm a clean freak." The man smiled and said.

The flat-headed man immediately took out a tissue from his pocket, and wiped off the dripping sweat on the floor. He also picked up the half of the cigar butt, put it in the inner pocket of his suit, and wiped away the traces of the cigarette butt with the tissue. All cleaned up.

"Let's go." The man glanced at Gu Xun and said softly, "Don't do this next time."

Gu Xun's lips were chapped, his whole body was trembling with fear, he nodded quickly and said: "Yes."

After Gu Xun, the flat-headed man, left, the man stretched his waist, then sat back on the chair and looked at the computer screen. The computer screen displayed the anchor star contest held by the Xiaoyu platform, and the camera was facing Looking at Shen Ming's resolute face.

The man seemed to be stunned for a while, he pursed his lips, and the expression on his face became a little dazed. If someone was by his side now, he could definitely tell that this man's face had a slight resemblance to Shen Ming's!
I don't know when, in the palm of the man's hand, he was holding a jade pendant that was half missing. The red string that tied the jade pendant had been worn to black, but the jade pendant gave people an extremely simple and simple atmosphere.

……

"I see, I don't need to draw lots." Shen Ming said lightly to the host, then stared at Nu Lang who was still grinning, "I'll fight him."

"Let this trash come!" Nu Lang also smiled grimly, looking at Shen Ming with fierce eyes like gods.

The host, who originally thought the atmosphere would be destroyed, found that the Nulang fans in the audience were even more excited, shouting one by one.

"Rage! Fuck this little second-tier streamer to death!"

"Exactly! What kind of hair would dare to pretend to be aggressive in front of our angry waves?"

"Haha! There's also this little bitch, although she looks good, she didn't expect to be so cheap!"

A furious fan in the audience spoke while looking at the helpless Little Sweet Dou with greedy eyes, and slowly stretched out his hand in the direction of Little Sweet Dou, but he hadn't touched Little Sweet Dou yet. He was firmly grasped by the wrist by a powerful big hand.

"Get out." Looking up, it was a man's face.

Little Sweet Bean also noticed something was wrong, and when she turned her head, she saw a familiar face.

"Brother Feng?"

"Yeah." Brother Feng looked at the angry fan expressionlessly, and said, "Take back your dog's paw!"

The fan's face turned red and purple, snorted coldly, and wanted to withdraw his hand, but found that Brother Feng's big hand was clamped tightly like iron tongs, and he couldn't move at all.

"Let go!" the angry fan wanted to break free from Brother Feng's big hand, but he couldn't break free at all, and growled at Brother Feng.

"I see, you don't have any regrets at all." Brother Feng squinted his eyes, and kept approaching this angry fan, "In broad daylight, you really have a brain?!"

Brother Feng's voice did not deliberately lower, and suddenly attracted the attention of the people next to him, and many people looked over here.

All of a sudden, Little Sweet Dou also understood what happened, although that pretty face suddenly became a little pale, if there was no brother Feng, wouldn't she be insulted by that person?

But seeing the situation getting worse, Xiao Tiandou said with a pale face: "Brother Feng, let him go, the competition above is about to start, let's not affect Shihu."

Brother Feng glanced at the extremely wide stage, Shen Ming and Nu Lang had already entered the backstage, and the big screen on the top of the middle was also turned on, it seems that after the lottery session is over, the host heads-up competition will begin.

Brother Feng snorted coldly, shook off the man's wrist, and said in a deep voice, "Get lost!"

This flick sent the fan back several steps. The fan looked gloomy and was full of dissatisfaction, but seeing Brother Feng's physique, he didn't dare to move forward. , who is the same as that Mingshen, and this little bitch, he should scream under Nu Lang's crotch!"

After finishing speaking, Brother Feng rushed forward with a cry, the body of the angry fan was shaken, and he ran away, squeezing into the crowd, Brother Feng chased for a while and then lost the trace of that person .

"Grass, a dog can really run!"

After Brother Feng came back, he shook his head at Little Sweet Dou and said, "I didn't catch it."

However, Xiao Tiandou's complexion improved a lot, and he said with a smile to Brother Feng, "Brother Feng, are you also watching the wet game?"

Brother Feng raised his eyebrows: "That's not true. After all, I'm also a second-tier anchor, at the same level as Mingshen. If Mingshen can participate, why can't I watch the competition!"

Afterwards, Brother Feng glanced around, shook his head and said, "Little Sweet Bean, look at another place, here are all fans of Nulang, I said you are serious, there is no need to fight hard with them, if it is not that you are too I am wronged, Brother Feng, I will not come up."

Little Sweet Bean bit her cherry lips, and said: "They are too much, obviously Xiaoyu platform invited Shihu to participate in the anchor star competition."

(End of this chapter)