On September 4th, two days after the end of RM's middle age, the poet's studio was directly facing a desperate situation this time. The Grim Reaper, the God of War, and the Love Studio have joined forces to spend 5E won to beat the Poet Studio.

The anchor of the poet's studio suddenly soared in popularity by hundreds of thousands during the live broadcast, and the live broadcast room of the director zhì collapsed.

One, two may be a problem with the system, two-thirds of the fifty anchors have problems, and the answer is not asked.

The three major studios took action.

They are established studios, and since the anchor (BJ) industry has become popular in South Korea, they have seized the opportunity to invest, and in just a few years, they have generated tens of billions of won in revenue.

And because this piece is a bit vulgar, many big names can't look down on it, and they have more room to operate. In the past few years, several studios have also had a tacit understanding, and sometimes acting unites to make money and squeeze the last drop of oil and water out of the local tyrants.

However, since the establishment of the poet's studio, yes, they don't have to act, and they also save a salary.

But one-third of the local tyrants are attracted by this group of idols who are not idols.

They were furious.

They were jealous.

Originally, in reality, they also had their own factories or small companies, and there were millions a month, but who disliked that they made less money?

When one day a monkey jumped out of the rock, robbed them of their flesh, and drank their blood.

How can they not be angry?

How could they be willing?

The collapse of the live broadcast room is the first step, and the second part uses the fans of its BJ to discredit the BJ of the poet studio.

All of a sudden, everyone in the BJ of aftv --- poet studio was condemned.

"First sister Xiuzhen? Who is she? She's a sister, she's a plastic surgeon, I'm your #mom. ”

"Hehe, those tens of millions of lists must have been paid out of their own pockets, right?"

"Troubadour? Phew! He's just a younger brother, Apple? I also said that Li Bai is Korean! ”

"Troubadour out, poet studio out!"

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Seeing these shocking words, no one in the poet's studio dared to touch their edge.

A day later.

The troubadour still does not appear. They are still waiting for their chance.

Two days later.

The troubadour still does not appear. They were lucky.

Three days later.

Except for a few girlfriends of the first sister Park Xiuzhen and the fat foodie who swiped 17W yuan from the troubadour, others chose to change jobs.

They are actors, and they need money even more.

Please, your poet's studio is already on the streets, what am I left to do?

What is loyalty? The troubadour is right, it's just the diseaseless moaning of the weak#groan.

It is not an exaggeration to use street rats to describe the few remaining BJs in the current poet's studio, and the first sister Park so-jin is the first to bear the brunt, but if she doesn't go, she can't go.

She gritted her teeth to support it, the live broadcast room collapsed, and she complained. After restoring order, she still sang her favorite songs. No one swiped the gift advertising space to withdraw the capital, so she paid for it herself and opened a small account by herself to become a local tyrant.

There were 2,000 people in the live broadcast room, she continued to buy popularity, and some people scolded her, but she didn't fight back, she laughed it off.

"Where the hell is the troubadour? Sure enough, every qiē is a bluff and pretending to be a ghost. If you have the money to talk about cooperation with Apple, what kind of money do you come to AFTV to make money? ”

"Paper tiger, come out quickly, we want to see the plane, we want to see you bomb us."

"I'm going to hack your poet's studio, aren't you very powerful? Come out, come out. ”

The sound did not diminish in the slightest, and even some die-hard fans wearing the poet's prefix vests began to hesitate and start shouting.

"Poet boss, come out quickly, please come out."

"Come out soon!!!"

"Boss, take out the momentum and confidence you have to negotiate with Apple, and catch them off guard!"

"Come out, boss, are you really a shrunken turtle as they say? So what's the use of me hanging a poet's vest? ”

"Sister Xiuzhen is not lost to Li Yumi, Hepburn, Park Ni Mark them, you come out quickly."

"I'm cāo, the boss is really a turtle with a shrunken head, I thought the boss wouldn't give up, it turned out to be pretending to be B and rolling up a sum of money and starting to run away?"

Now the local tyrants are not calm, this took advantage of them again, they acted recklessly, and immediately paid money to support the anchors of the other three major companies.

"Troubadour, ** is a younger brother!"

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When people are alive, they should leave something for future generations to remember, remember, or let people remember that I have walked in this world, and now Weng Tingjun is remembered by nearly tens of thousands of people, and his heart is not happy at all.

He has many ways to fight back, the most simple and clear is to use the way of others to govern others, hire a water army to smear the opponent, pour dirty water on the opponent, etc., and so on, and he can easily hype up the upper position, but he has no money ----.

He really doesn't have any money.

If you don't have money, you can't hire a navy, and if you don't have money, you can't play other means.

Oh yes, he is still popular, as long as he is popular, he can also use fans to fight back.

But ---- now he's no longer popular.

The live broadcast room was washed by the zombie number and collapsed, and the army of poets who had just twisted into a rope was scattered and scattered again by the army of the Three Kingdoms.

No money, no popularity, no local tyrants.

How to fight?

What kind of war?

Luo Yuhao was anxious, and Weng Tingjun's face did not change.

"Big brother, what should I do?"

"I'm afraid I can't wait for the backstage to redeem huàn." Weng Tingjun said with a smile, this person's popularity has been washed away, and those who are still struggling have commendable courage, but they are not worthy of sympathy.

The anchor circle is also a large and small battlefield, no matter how talented you are, you can only struggle without a consortium.

Luo Yuhao's heart became more and more anxious, his face was sweating profusely, he couldn't figure out why his eldest brother could still laugh now?

Now that the poet's studio exists in name only, and if you don't make a move, not only will the poet's studio be gone, what will Tiara do in the future?

New album production zuò without money?

No money for a new album release?

Find a tiger in Xinsha Cave to buy songs without money?

It costs money, and it's still a huge amount of money.

"Big brother, have you found a way?" Luo Yuhao could only comfort himself like this, he didn't have a city as deep as Weng Tingjun, and he didn't use honorifics in a hurry.

The two are now tied to the same ship, the ship can go too, the ship sinks and he sinks, they haven't been upgraded to an aircraft carrier, how can they sink halfway?

"Nope!" He really has no choice, all his connections are listed one by one, no one can help him, and no one is willing to help him.

1000W still has the possibility of a war, who wants to lend him 1000W?

jessica？ Please, she is not a bank, she does not have this obligation, and Weng Tingjun can't open this mouth. Tiara？ Just kidding, they didn't get a good deal until 2012 in the second half of 11 years, but unfortunately the good times didn't last long, and they were attacked and framed. Where is the money? Oh, that mysterious lady Li Juli may have, but who are you Weng Tingjun? I'm sorry, I don't know you. What about Lee Kwang-joo? Is that okay too? No, it's more hurtful for friends to talk about money.

He has not yet fallen to the point of borrowing money.

So what to do?

Luo Yuhao asked, and Weng Tingjun also asked himself.

What to do?

"Why don't we take out a loan? Loan sharks in South Korea ----"

"No way!" Usury is a bottomless pit, and once he sinks into it, he can't extricate himself, and what collateral does he take? Weng Tingjun quickly calmed down, his mind was extremely clear, and his eyes were clear.

Luo Yuhao knew that Weng Tingjun thought about it again, and he was secretly anxious and didn't dare to divide his god.

For a long time, Luo Yuhao didn't know how long it was, and Weng Tingjun, who was in deep thought, suddenly brightened his eyes.

"Big brother, have you found a way?"

Weng Tingjun nodded, "How much money do we have now?" ”

"About 6,000W won."

"Very good, expand Xiuzhen's live broadcast room to 200W people, and I will broadcast live tomorrow -----."