Entering August, there was a rare rain in the sky over Seoul, and the already hot and dry weather was even more boring when the rain poured down.

Even the horse riding dance, which is becoming popular, can't eliminate this irritability.

On August 3rd, Weng Tingjun got up surprisingly early, Luo Yuhao also has simple fitness equipment at home, he is not an alcoholic and has no addiction to smoking, as long as he adjusts his schedule and insists on exercising.

This physique with thin arms and legs will eventually change, but this is not something that can be achieved overnight, and with perseverance, Weng Ting has patience.

The body is the capital of the revolution.

……

"How's the studio's earnings lately?"

Luo Yuhao's smile has gradually increased recently, "Very good, the poet's first sister Xiuzhen became out of control after getting the recommendation, and the backstage income in 7 days set a new record again, and some local tyrants even paid a high price to buy her for one night, but I refused." ”

"That's right, although they are commodities, they are also commodities that those people can't afford." Weng Tingjun nodded, no matter where the beauty of this world goes, there are privileges, and he even wants to prevent his female anchors from going to the hospital to cushion something and then come back for the live broadcast?

"But we should also pay attention, after all, we are a new studio, low-key live broadcast, high-profile money, and occasionally go to the seniors to worship the mountain."

Luo Yuhao lowered his head and embarrassed, he didn't care about this, he had been indulging in that dazzling number and couldn't extricate himself.

"Yuhao, I'm relieved to have you in the studio."

"It's all under your wise leadership......"

The more Weng Tingjun looked at Luo Yuhao, the more he appreciated it, "When I swiped the gift that day, you should have noticed it too...... Some local tyrants will also follow my rhythm. ”

"You have to make good use of these local tyrants."

Luo Yuhao took a pen and wrote down what Weng Tingjun said.

"One more thing......"

Luo Yuhao was puzzled.

"I'm going to go out to work."

Weng Tingjun needs a job to avoid You Feiran's eyes, and if he has been hanging out with Luo Yuhao, then it is no longer a secret that he is the behind-the-scenes boss of the poet's studio.

This is the foundation of his revenge, and there is no room for error.

Looking for a job?

Luo Yuhao's face is full of weirdness, is the eldest brother joking?

"If you see if there is a TV station, it is better to work as a behind-the-scenes staff at SBS, MBC, KBS, etc., and it is better to be able to contact idols."

Luo Yuhao suddenly realized, no wonder the eldest brother looked down on these female anchors, it turned out that the elder brother had already set his sights on a farther place.

Weng Tingjun ignored the strangeness in Luo Yuhao's eyes, "You go and find out, tell me what you need." ”

"Okay."

"But --- big brother has something I don't know if to say or not."

"Huh?"

Luo Yuhao sorted out his mood, and said in a rather solemn tone: "Big brother, I feel that Zhou Shuchen is a dangerous person, and it is necessary to take him"

Luo Yuhao made a gesture to wipe his neck.

After getting along for the past seven days, although Zhou Shuchen was silent, he hit the nail on the head when he opened his mouth.

Especially the wisdom hidden under his ordinary appearance.

However, subconsciously, Luo Yuhao thought that Weng Tingjun was more powerful than Zhou Shuchen, otherwise Zhou Shuchen would not have lived until now.

He has seen Weng Tingjun's character of retribution.

At the airport

Weng Tingjun smiled faintly: "I know you are very confused, Yu Hao, I also want to kill him, and there are many opportunities to kill him, but ......"

Luo Yuhao knew that the answer he wanted was coming, and he immediately listened to it.

"But --- have a reason to keep him, and that reason doesn't hurt us."

He is not Liu Bei after all, Zhou Shuchen may be Zhuge Liang, but this is a huge hidden danger after all, but it also represents the same opportunity.

Besides, Zhuge Liang also has weaknesses, doesn't he?

"Big brother, I want to succeed, and you are the only condition for my success, I don't allow anyone to sabotage your success, if something goes wrong with him, I will" Luo Yuhao's eyes flickered, when a person has been treated unfairly for a long time, once he has the opportunity to change the situation, he will cherish this hard-won opportunity more than anyone else.

Moreover, Weng Tingjun's success is also his hope.

Of course, Weng Tingjun will not let this kind of thing happen, just like Luo Yuhao said, the one qiē he has now is also the only condition for success, and he will not allow anyone to destroy it.

Not even Luo Yuhao!

Weng Tingjun sighed silently in his heart, will Zhou Shuchen be him?

"Go get busy, remember to keep an eye on my work......"

"Well, I know big brother."

Now that the eldest brother has already decided, he won't say anything more.

And his eldest brother is not good at stubble.

……

Weng Tingjun opened his notebook, these days he is still paying attention to the live broadcast of everyone in the studio, which people are passive and slacking off, which people are conscientious, which ones are worth cultivating, and which ones can be given up, he knows in his heart.

After walking around and enjoying the treatment of the emperor, Weng Tingjun left something outside of his body, and left in a hurry, and began to browse the latest news, when he saw Naver's headlines, he narrowed his eyes slightly, and his eyes flashed.

"T-ara has long been full of contradictions, and the players are squeezing out each other......"

"The fans of the T-ara members tear each other apart, and the exclusion theory is even more confirmed......"

"Park Ji-yeon slapped her seniors in the company and was rude......"

"Han Enjing deliberately humiliated Liu Huaying in a variety show......"

"It's hard to live up to your fame, and T-ara will eventually ......"

The shocking headline, which contained a wealth of well-documented images, was published by anonymous sources, and the news spread from one to the other, instantly forming a tsunami, all the more tragic than last August.

In one night, the number of registered T-ara hostile organizations instantly changed from 5,028 to 35W, and major newspapers and major portals rushed to report that the CCM threshold was broken several times.

After the kidnapping, the stock market, which had recovered from the CCM, fell to the bottom.

For a while, T-ara became a rat crossing the street, not only the public boycotted, but other fans also participated in the boycott, especially the artist fans who were beaten by T-ara several times.

Looking at this scene, Weng Tingjun was terrified, he still underestimated the wonder of the Koreans.

"T-ara, I'm sorry."

Weng Tingjun also felt guilty in his heart, but for the sake of T-ara's better tomorrow, he could only resolutely persevere.

"If you want to be rewarded, you have to pay a price."

Weng Tingjun temporarily threw the guilt in his heart into the corner, but he couldn't help but think of how they could exclude others in the abandoned warehouse in Japan that day, facing fear and facing the muzzle of the gun, and almost wanting to sacrifice themselves to save the other sisters?

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