The Lord’s Little Cutie Is the Old Ancestor

"Really, any pheasant company dare to come."

"Yeah, what is it here? This is a competition organized by National Taiwan. They don't even have a masterpiece of their own, so they dare to participate?"

"Oh, forget it, everyone wants to be popular, the most important thing is to participate!"

"That's right, they, at best, are all involved."

The voice fell, and there was a chuckle around.

Because there are too many people in the waiting area, for a while, I can't tell who said it.

"You guys..." Mo Feng sank his face, hearing this sarcasm, he was caught by Yan Ziheng as soon as he wanted to respond in public.

"Forget the captain, we are here to participate in the game, don't be affected by emotions."

"You are a rich second generation, what do you know, they are trampling on our dignity!" Mo Feng couldn't get back to the artists, so he vented his anger on Yan Ziheng.

In the eyes and hearts of Mo Feng and even the entire Huanyu Entertainment, Yan Ziheng is a typical rich second generation. Whether he used to broadcast live or join Huanyu, he always has a mentality of playing tickets.

Otherwise, with his appearance and fan base, he can go to a better and larger company, even if it is Diyu Entertainment, it is not impossible.

Especially Mo Feng, he felt that Yan Ziheng didn't face this matter from the bottom of his heart.

Yan Ziheng stood there and did not have the same knowledge as Mo Feng, "I am indeed a rich second generation, but those are the foundations accumulated by my ancestors and ancestors for generations. It has nothing to do with Yan Ziheng. Since I was 18 years old, I haven't spent any money from my family. I earn my own money now. Also, as the captain, the more you are in this situation, the more you should maintain a normal mind. Dignity is earned by strength. , Did not come back by verbal abuse."

Dou Zi and Ike also stepped forward and slapped Mo Feng's body to calm him down.

"Forget the captain, we really don't have much visibility, so let's laugh at it."

"Yeah, you should calm down, we can't afford to offend the artists here."

Mo Feng finally gritted his teeth and sat where no one was sitting, and everyone else followed.

After everyone sat down, they suddenly discovered that they were sitting next to Diyu Entertainment Pu Palace.

Because of Pu Gong's popularity, other artists try to avoid being in the same position as him. There is really no way to compare it with this new-generation idol who is already very popular before his official debut.

Sure enough, when Mo Feng and a few people sat down, the contrast of the radiant Pu Palace on the side seemed extremely shabby.

Listening to the sneers coming from around, Mo Feng's face worsened.

I don't know if it was because a camera happened to come in to shoot, the young Pu Gong generously stretched out his hand in the direction of Mo Feng, "Hello, I am Pu Gong of Diyu Entertainment. I am glad to meet you."

At this time, as the captain, Mo Feng should extend his hand in a friendly manner, and take this opportunity to introduce his band to the audience in front of the TV.

But Mo Feng, who is paranoid, looked at Pu Gong expressionlessly, and refused to reach out to hold him.

Because it was a synchronized live broadcast on the Internet, at this time, fans were already scolding Mo Feng and Huanyu Band on the barrage.

At this moment, Yan Ziheng stretched out his hand and shook hands with Pu Gong amicably, "Hello, we are the four-person band of the same name from Fantasy Entertainment, the Fantasy Band. This is our captain, Mo Feng, and I am the lead singer Yan. Ziheng, these two are guitarist Ike and the other is drummer Douzi."

Seeing Yan Ziheng's elegant and appropriate conversation, Pu Gong raised his eyebrows slightly, and a touch of disappointment crossed his eyes.

At this time, the camera happened to be aimed at other places. Pu Gong, who was smiling politely a second ago, immediately changed his face, let go, and took a disinfectant wipe from the assistant to wipe his hands with some disgust.