Host, You're Targeted

"Boss! From the last radio drama activity to today, you have disappeared for nearly half a month. The micro blog of our studio has exploded. Please send a self portrait or open a live broadcast to express sympathy to your poor fans! "

On the 15th day of the opening of the B & B, the planning and management personnel of the "seventh Power Stereo" studio risked being hacked to death and called Qi Yue in the morning.

Fortunately, Qi Yue had already got up at that time, but was just brushing his teeth.

Fu Shiyan, who is doing modeling outside the bathroom, hears Qi Yue open his hands-free. The manager's voice at the end of the room is not loud, but because the room is very quiet, Fu Shiyan can just hear it.

Qi Yue bit his toothbrush and said vaguely: "it doesn't matter, it doesn't matter. It's ok if you don't go on Weibo? What is Weibo doing in the smoky place? You should learn from me. "

The plot at the other end was obviously angry when he spoke. But Qi Yue was the boss of the studio, so he didn't dare to scold him directly. He could only gnash his teeth and say, "when every CV in our studio sends a micro blog, there will be fans coming to say that people will write blood and ask them to persuade you to send micro blog. Especially Suhe! You are not here these days he is screening screenplays, every time after watching a bossy president fall in love with me, make complaints about micro-blog Tucao. The comment area is full of fans who ask him to tweet! All of them are wearing his Suhe's head portrait and his fans' ID. now he seriously suspects that his fans are your fake fans. He's almost crying these days! "

Qi Yue took the mouthwash cup at hand to gargle, planning to hear the crackling sound of water there, and thought Qi Yue was doing something messy.

"Boss?" The plan indicates that Su He, who is biting a steamed bun, is not impatient.

Qi Yue wet the towel hanging on his neck and made a mess on his face. After wiping his face for two or three times, he turned off the hands-free and walked out of the bathroom with his mobile phone.

"I'm here." Qi Yue said hello to Yuan fan, who was making a shape for Fu Siyan. He took a towel and wiped off the water drops hanging from the tip of his hair! Make complaints about micro-blog? We don't have many original scripts. What does he want to do? Ask him to send a circle of friends, and I'll give him some compliments and give him comments. "

The schemer did not dare to say Qi Yue's words to Su He for fear of hitting the child.

"Boss! Please! Send a micro blog

Qi Yue took the clothes he wanted to change today from the head of the bed and went back to the bathroom. He pushed the mobile phone on and said, "no, I don't know what to send. Yesterday, the program group didn't send a micro blog. Didn't the fans know that I was recording variety show? They won't push me to tweet. You're lying to me. "

Planning:

"I seriously suspect that your fans have set up a large group to spy on the microblog of our studio anytime and anywhere. Now the whole studio, including the microblog of CV, has been bombed. I lied to you that I can't find a girlfriend this year, OK?" The 30-year-old schemer was forced to swear to himself, "you can do whatever you want! You don't need to match text, send a photo, or send a micro blog video

Qi Yue, after all, is their big boss. He is not good at Buddhism. He has been urged to post Weibo for more than once. Over time, people in the whole studio are not surprised. It's just unexpected that fans will come up with this idea.

Thanks to the good relationship between the CVs of the studio, they won't be angry when bombarded by such comments.