"Woo woo, why do they scold me like this? What did I do wrong?" Zeng Yuanyuan lay on the table and sobbed, looking like I was pitiful. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

Behind him, a somewhat balding middle-aged man walked over, gently hugged Zeng Yuanyuan's shoulder, and said, "Don't cry, little baby." Those are just keyboard warriors, and they just spray feces on their mouths, and no one dares to open their mouths in reality. Don't worry, I've taken care of everything, and this time the "Girl in a Neon Dress" championship is definitely yours! As long as you win the championship, you can make those people honestly shut up. ”

"Husband, you are so good to others. Zeng Yuanyuan burst into tears and laughed and threw herself into the arms of the bald man.

The bald man smiled, picked up Zeng Yuanyuan, and walked to the big bed next to him.

The grievance conflict between "Mr. Huaxia" and "The Girl in the Ni Dress" is like a big drama with ups and downs, which makes everyone enjoy watching it.

Countless people have refreshed Weibo over and over again, expecting things to take a big turn again.

It's just that the reversal they were expecting didn't appear, but another thing broke out.

"Mr. Good" made a military order, and if the ratings did not reach 1.5, it would take the initiative to give up the Saturday prime time. Replaced by "The Girl in the Dress".

As soon as the news came out, a group of people were stunned.

"1.5? Feng Kui is crazy, right? Who gave him so much courage to make such a military order?"

"Damn, I remember that the highest rating of cultural reality shows is less than 1%, right?

"The upstairs brother station is talking about the old yellow calendar, and now the highest rating of the cultural reality show is 1.1%, which is precisely created by the "Mr. Huaxia" program team. I believe they can do it again. ”

"There's nothing wrong with being optimistic, but there's a big problem with blind optimism. As a practitioner, let me give you a little bit of knowledge about ratings...... Well, after thinking about it for a long time, I feel that typing is too tiring, so let's summarize it in one sentence. In short, the ratings of "Mr. Good" have absolutely no hope of reaching 1.5%, and it is difficult to even maintain 1.1!"

People from all walks of life expressed their opinions, some of whom did not think it was a big deal for the people who ate melons, some of whom were professionally analyzed, and some of whom fanned the flames and fell into the ground.

In short, wave after wave of unsettled, and throughout the night, Weibo popularity was dominated by the news of "Mr. Good".

A second-tier star has been painstakingly brewing a scandal for a few days, and originally wanted to send it out tonight and become an instant hit. Who would have thought that after sending it out, it didn't even make a splash.

"Feng Kui, Wang Yong, I hate you!" the second-tier star said sadly.

Late at night, the movement on Weibo continued, just a little quieter than in the previous hours.

As the clock ticks in, the East turns white, and people are looking forward to the morning ratings report.

The members of the "Mr. Good" program team also didn't sleep well all night, not only to help the program team fight back against the trolls, but also to worry about the ratings tomorrow morning.

As a result, when I went to work at eight o'clock in the morning, everyone met at the door of Yanjing TV and found that they were all wearing heavy panda eyes.

"Xiaoxiao, your eye makeup is trendy enough! It's just a little ugly. The cameraman laughed and laughed.

snorted with a smile and dissatisfied, and sneered at each other: "Brother Xu, you are not bad, you went to the zoo last night to work as a part-time panda, did you go to earn extra money?"

"Little Nizi, dare to laugh at my brother!"

"You laugh at me first!"

The two were joking, and when they looked back, they were having fun together.

"Director Feng, you're also quite fashionable!"

Feng Kui, who had just parked the car, looked at the two of them inexplicably and asked, "What fashion?"

"Panda eye makeup!"

"Hey, what did I think. Don't think about it, our group must have never slept all night. Whoever is involved in this matter doesn't have the heart to sleep!" Feng Kui shook his head and said.

He tossed and turned, tossing and turning yesterday, and he was worried about dying. It was almost dawn and I took a break for an hour, and as soon as the alarm clock rang, I ran to the unit.

Xiaoxiao and the camera brother nodded approvingly: "That's right, they must all be the same!"

It's just that the consensus of the three has just been reached, and the scene of slapping the face is coming.

I saw Wang Yong smiling and getting out of the taxi in the distance, and waved goodbye to the driver.

When Wang Yong got closer and looked at Wang Yong's face, he was full of energy, without a trace of staying up late!

"Teacher Wang, you ......" Xiaoxiao opened his mouth and shouted in surprise.

"What's wrong with me?"

"You didn't lose sleep?"

When Wang Yong heard this, he immediately laughed: "The sky is eternal, and the wind and moon are once in the sky." No two meditation views, what is the circle and what is lacking? people, you must be able to afford to put it down. Patience is as immobile as the earth, and meditation is as deep as a secret. In this way, of course, you will not be tired by external objects, and of course you will sleep peacefully!"

Hearing this, Xiaoxiao, Feng Kui and others all gave a thumbs up: "Teacher Wang is still amazing! We can't catch up with this cultural attainment! Why don't you talk about the culture of interpretation in the next show?"

"Let's talk about it. Wang Yong waved his hand.

In fact, how did Feng Kui and the others know that Wang Yong also had a rare insomnia last night, and he barely fell asleep until more than four o'clock. However, Wang Yong is a martial arts student, and this kind of small stay up is not enough to have any impact on him. A three-hour break is enough to sustain a day.

So everyone couldn't see that Wang Yong had any traces of staying up late.

Coupled with being stunned by Wang Yong's few Buddhist sayings, where did he suspect that Wang Yong was forcibly pretending?

"Let's go, let's go into the unit. Feng Kui pulled everyone and walked upstairs.

When I got on the elevator, in the originally crowded elevator room, I saw Wang Yong and a few people coming, and they all unconsciously gave up a gap.

Obviously, these colleagues have taken a respectful attitude towards "Mr. Huaxia".

Don't dare to look down on it, and don't dare to be too close.

After all, "Mr. Good" is already a big brother program in the station, even if the ratings can't reach 1.5, it can't change this fact. There is still to be respect that should be had.

But if you are too close, once the schedule of "Mr. Good" is really adjusted, it will fall into the dust. I'm afraid that even they will be unlucky.

The current attitude is just right.

Life is full of learning. In the workplace, especially in state-owned enterprises, this kind of sleek behavior is not uncommon, and it can be regarded as a special way of survival.

Ding-dong, the elevator doors open. Wang Yong and the others walked out of the elevator and walked to the office.

But what everyone didn't expect was that before they walked into the office door, they heard a quarrel in the office of "Mr. Good".

"Where's Feng Kui, let him come out for me!

But it was Zhang Heming's voice.

Feng Kui chuckled in his heart, the secret way was broken, Zhang Heming was looking for the door.

"Teacher Wang, what should I do? Do you want to hide?" Feng Kui really didn't want to quarrel with Zhang Heming in public.

Wang Yong waved his hand: "What are you hiding? The things on Weibo didn't break out with us, but were exposed by the contestants themselves! Besides, these are all facts, why should he find fault with us?"

Feng Kui and the others were speechless.

Poor Ning Yi was used as a shield by Wang Yong in this way.

With their heads held high, the group walked into the office.

Zhang Heming turned his head and saw the main owner coming, and he couldn't help but be angry.

"Feng Kui! You're too despicable! Hire a sailor to slander our show! Your behavior is simply outrageous! When did I, Zhang Heming, suffer this kind of anger? I ...... I...... I'll kill you old thief!"

Zhang Heming's anger surged, and he grabbed a round stool next to him and was about to smash it at Feng Kui.

Everyone in the office was so frightened that their faces turned white, and they hurriedly stepped forward to grab Zhang Heming.

Feng Kui also trembled, wanting to dodge.

Unexpectedly, a strong force suddenly came from behind him, kicking Feng Kui's leg. With a pop, Feng Kui fell to the ground on his back.

And Wang Yong, who was standing behind Feng Kui, took advantage of the situation to hold Feng Kui's head and put Feng Kui's whole person flat on the ground.

But he shouted in his mouth: "Oh, Director Feng! What's wrong with you? Are you okay? Zhang Heming, you you, you actually did such a cruel hand to your colleagues! If Director Feng is beaten up by you, our program team will not be done with you!"

Feng Kui on the ground looked confused.

Didn't you kick me down, and besides, I wasn't thrown, so why was it like I was about to die?

"Don't hold on! Don't get up without 200,000!" Wang Yong whispered in Feng Kui's ear.

"......" Feng Kui was completely speechless.

However, he was still very cooperative and touched his lower back, screaming and screaming.

"My elbows, my wavy, my loins ......"

Feng Kui simply moved out the lines of the Spring Festival Gala sketch.

Everyone except Feng Kui and Wang Yong was stunned.

Zhang Heming held a round stool high in his hand, and he didn't smash it, and he didn't put it.

He was very aggrieved in his heart: I haven't done it yet, why did he fall?

The other members of the program team were furious.

Zhang Heming scolded for a few sentences, but he beat Director Feng in front of so many people in the program team! Is it really that there is no one in the "Mr. Good" program team?

"Zhang Heming, I'll kill you old disrespectful bastard!" The camera brother had the most violent temper, and he pounced on it when he roared.

Zhang Heming's face turned pale with fright, and he couldn't help retreating.

"Brother Xu, don't be impulsive! If you hit him, we will be unreasonable! Let's sue the director, if it really doesn't work, we will solve it by legal means! Looking at Director Feng's appearance, at least he is also moderately disabled, and he has to be imprisoned for half his life!" someone grabbed the cameraman and said.

When Zhang Heming heard this, his face turned even paler.

"I ...... I didn't hit him, I just wanted to scare him, but before I could do it, he fell. You really can't rely on me......"

Zhang Heming was like an aggrieved kitten, shrunk aside and said timidly.

Wang Yong, who was squatting on the ground, stood up with a hula: "Criminals never admit that they have committed crimes! Of course you say that you didn't fight, but more than a dozen of our eyes in this room can see clearly, and Director Feng was beaten by you! Smile and call the police directly! Let the police adjust the video and do an injury evaluation!"

"Okay!" smiled and agreed, touching his phone.

Zhang Heming was terrified. He suddenly wondered if he had really accidentally bumped into Feng Kui, if not, why did Wang Yong swear so much to access the surveillance video?

"No, you must not let the police come to the door!" Zhang Heming quickly made a decision in his heart.

"Lao Feng, Lao Feng, I didn't mean to. I'm sorry, I apologize to you! Don't mention it if you don't call the police, let's go to the hospital first, okay?" Zhang Heming lowered his body and lowered his airway.

Feng Kui kept sighing, ignoring Zhang Heming at all.

Seeing this, Zhang Heming had no choice but to look at Wang Yong for help: "Teacher Wang, you also help persuade me, I really don't have a heart! I cover all the medical expenses, and I also pay for work-related injury compensation." As long as you don't call the police and don't tell the leaders of the station. Okay, okay?"

"Isn't that good? It's a lot of money! I can't get 200,000 yuan. Wang Yong smacked his mouth and replied.

When Zhang Heming heard this number, the soles of his feet softened. However, thinking of the possible consequences, he gritted his teeth and said, "Okay! Just 200,000! I'll give it!"