It was still too early to finish soaking in the hot springs, and Sikati yì went to the movies, and Weng Tingjun nodded in agreement. At this time, even if she wore a hat and sunglasses around her neck, even if the night was like ink, she couldn't hide the ten thousand styles rippling between her eyebrows. On the other hand, Weng Tingjun's eye sockets are deep, his steps are vain, and he looks sick.

Sure enough, there were only tired oxen and no ploughed land.

Sitting on Weng Tingjun's big run, the two waited quietly for a while, and only after finding that there was nothing unusual did they dare to start the car and come to the relatively remote cinema in Qingtan Cave.

"Guanghai, the man who became the king", successively attacked the city, the Korean media overwhelmingly promoted, Weng Tingjun didn't know it, the current box office is close to 1300W, until the next draw, I am afraid that he will become one of the members of the 1300W movie-watching club.

Assuming that according to the calculation of 30 yuan for a ticket, 1300W people are equivalent to a box office of more than 4E RMB, which is really terrifying in terms of the proportion of South Korea's population.

"It seems that there is an opportunity to really invest in movies!"

With such a good opportunity to make money, there is no reason to let it go! Weng Tingjun's eyes flickered, and he couldn't help but look forward to "The Inheritors" even more. I can't gnaw on this piece of fat for the time being, let's drink some soup to moisten my throat first!

"What are you thinking?"

Weng Tingjun's expression perked up, and he hurriedly said, "I don't plan to go back at night." ”

Jessica's exposed skin flushed with a blush, and she stretched out her hand to twist the soft flesh on Weng Tingjun's waist, and said angrily, "Where are you going if you don't go back?" Sleeping in a bridge hole? ”

Weng Tingjun looked up at the sky and sighed: "I left my hometown that year, and the villagers never drank a well of water again. Where do you think I can go? There is no master here, there is a place to stay here, it seems that I can only go to Ji-yeon and IU. ”

"Go!" Jessica looked disdainful.

"I'm just kidding." Weng Tingjun smiled stupidly.

At 22 o'clock in the evening, there was only one love movie being screened - "Peach Tree" saw the name, and Weng Tingjun estimated that it was another love movie, which was also suitable for a sensual woman like Sika.

Holding a large bucket of popcorn, the two walked into the movie theater, which was empty at this time, with only couples sitting in different positions.

Watching the movie theater desert and depression. Weng Tingjun probably guessed the quality of this movie, and it was not a good estimate, but of course this speculation has no basis, just his personal opinion.

The whole movie goes down. Weng Tingjun watched Sika, and Sika watched the screen, but he was also happy.

"Going to Dongdaemun for supper?" Tidying up her scarf, Weng Tingjun said with a smile.

"No, it's too late. Go home. Sika directly refused, eating so late is not conducive to the management of body and health.

Previously, Weng Tingjun was just joking, and there will be a concert in Sika tomorrow, of course he will not be so selfish. Sending her back to the girls' generation dormitory in Cheongdam-dong, the two kissed goodbye reluctantly, and finally Weng Tingjun drove back to Myeongdong.

Sika went upstairs, her sisters had already gone to sleep, and she ran to the bathroom to take a shower and then went back to her bedroom. Crawling lightly into bed, his eyes clear and bright in the night.

"Oops, this liar—" Jessica suddenly felt a shadow cast over her.

"Last month's #menstrual period came on the 8th-" Jessica breathed a sigh of relief and fell into a deep sleep.

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Weng Tingjun, who returned home, also took a shower, picked up the notebook without saying a word, logged in to Xiaoyu TV, carefully looked at the design and architecture of the website, and looked inside and out for a while, Weng Tingjun couldn't help nodding.

The difficulty of setting up a webcast server is far more challenging than that of a separate voice software, and the same is true that the webcast platform is more acceptable. You don't need to download it to open the web page directly, which is also an advantage and a challenge.

Looking at the posters of the two Chinese stars on the homepage, the corners of Weng Tingjun's mouth twitched, and his eyes almost fell out.

I'm cāo!

At first, Weng Tingjun thought that Zhou Shuchen, this kid, was nothing more than a super-male and female second- and third-tier starlet to endorse. This situation is not uncommon on various platforms, and this kid is good, and he directly invited Xiao Geng Fan Ye.

Nima.

Weng Tingjun gasped, if he didn't know the huge potential of Xiaoyu TV in the future, he would definitely fight with this kid, but to be honest, Zhou Shuchen is really courageous.

Flesh pain is a headache. Weng Tingjun still praised him in his heart.

Half an hour later, Weng Tingjun was satisfied with registering his own account, the Seventh Master.

He wants to firmly control the resources of these old drivers in his hands, Xiaoyu TV is actually just serving Tiara, and making money is only incidental. After paving the Chinese market, Weng Tingjun is more sure of Tiara's return, and when the limelight passes, Tiara's strength has improved a lot, and it is not impossible to use that song to return in Huaxia and fire the first shot.

"If Weng's enterprise is in my hands at this time, how good it would be-"

Weng Tingjun shook his head and began to ponder the rules of gifts, 5 cents for a bicycle, 2 yuan for a motorcycle, 10 yuan for a car, 20 yuan for a sports car, and an airplane was the most expensive gift - 99 yuan a piece.

"Yes, the gift is simple and straightforward."

At the moment, he recharged 10,000 yuan, randomly found a good-looking girl in the live broadcast room, and happily swiped 100 planes.

The rumbling special effects appeared, which blew up the anchor and the few fans in a daze.

"Erzhuzi, take a look, which son of the seventh master is digging coal? I cāo, 1W block smashed down like this? ”

"How do I know?"

"I'm a donkey, who are these seven masters?"

Seeing this effect, Weng Tingjun was even more satisfied, the atmosphere was rendered quite well, and he turned off the platform after walking around.

"Do you want to tell Li Juli about this good news?"

Weng Tingjun touched his chin, his eyes hesitant.

"Forget it, people may not appreciate it, in case I misunderstand that I want to train them to be anchors, how embarrassing it will be."

Weng Tingjun shook his head, immediately dismissed the idea, and then turned off the light and hid in the bed and fell asleep.

Early the next morning, Weng Tingjun walked out of the bedroom barefoot, the sun was good today, the temperature was much higher than a few days ago, and after exercising under the sunshine for a while, Weng Tingjun opened his notebook and continued to watch the news of the entertainment industry.

IU's Twitter is still clean, and there is no news on the news page that Lee Seung Gi has been attacked by Anti, and Weng Tingjun is in a good mood.

This kind of knocking stick that doesn't have to pay for beating people up, he likes it the most.

Jingle bells.

The phone rings.

He Junmin sent a message saying that he had a holiday and was free to move around today.

Weng Tingjun replied with a lustful expression, looking at He Junmin's tone, I was afraid that these two people had sparks.

"What are you laughing at?" Li Juli had just come back from buying breakfast, and looked at the smile on Weng Tingjun's face, frowning.

The smile on Weng Tingjun's face instantly froze, and he said, "Guess-" (To be continued.) )