Weng Tingjun stared intently at the refresh speed of the laptop screen.

There are the sailor vests he hired, and there are also a group of ruthless people who are led to rhythm.

"The power of this anti is too terrifying, if it is one of the three major TV stations as a position to guide public opinion, I am afraid it will be a little easier."

"But that's fine, they will also transform after this experience."

Or I will also transform, Weng Tingjun said silently in his heart.

Weng Tingjun turned off his notebook, and the war could finally come to an end.

Although T-ara is still under siege, it should be much easier than in the previous life, and as long as it works properly, there is still hope.

"Big brother, I killed Zheng Mingyu with my own hands."

"Then you should be happier, why are you crying?" Weng Tingjun smiled slightly, "In this way, you can rest for a few days and adjust your condition before you come to take care of the studio." ”

"No, big brother...... I'm full of energy right now. Luo Yuhao burst into tears, he was happy, he took revenge on Zheng Mingyu with blood.

"Here's a video from last night......"

"You don't have to give it to me." Weng Tingjun didn't have a good impression of this woman, "You can take a look at the specific details of last night's incident." ”

"Yes."

Yesterday, Luo Yuhao took the unconscious Hong Jiahui into Liu Huaying's bar.

At that time, Liu Huaying was already drunk, he got something from Spain, and then things happened naturally.

"However, that woman named Liu Huaying is really ruthless, she seems to have a criminal record."

Weng Tingjun did not answer, this matter is now completely over, and there is no need to turn the pages of the past again.

"How much money is left on the books now?"

Luo Yuhao was suddenly embarrassed, "Hire a water army, gangsters, and buy a few key people, spending a total of 1100W yuan." ”

Weng Tingjun suddenly sat up straight, "How much is left?" ”

"2000W RMB, after the contract is signed in the afternoon, there should be about 1000W RMB left, plus Han Ningce's relationship, if the company still shares the resources of CCM in the future, there may be less than 1000W RMB left in the end, and the backstage of the poet's studio can only be proposed next month."

“……”

"Let's eat."

"Yes"

……

Zhou Shuchen, who has not been seen for a long time, is also much more pleasing in Weng Tingjun's eyes.

Luo Yuhao looked at Zhou Shuchen and said softly: "Zhou Shuchen, I want to think about it, what did you say at the beginning?" Well, the acquisition of T-ara is completely unlikely? ”

Zhou Shuchen didn't raise his head and continued to pick up rice.

Luo Yuhao was triumphant, "It seems that you are not Zhuge Liang...... Maybe it's Zhou Yu in the Three Kingdoms? ”

The Three Kingdoms are also widely spread in South Korea, and Luo Yuhao naver searched for it, and probably learned about it.

"Zhou Shuchen, ** is a younger brother!"

These days, his eldest brother can be half angry with Zhou Shuchen, a weird yin and yang alternative, and today he finally raised his eyebrows.

"Idiot!" Zhou Shuchen took a deep breath, glanced at Weng Tingjun thoughtfully, and didn't pay any more attention to Luo Yuhao's two strokes.

Weng Tingjun waved his hand, "Okay, go to Han Ningce to negotiate the acquisition, you have to be busy with the next things." ”

Luo Yuhao nodded heavily, bowed deeply again, and then left with firm steps.

"You are very powerful, although I don't know how you controlled Zheng Mingyu, but this time I did lose."

Weng Tingjun smiled faintly: "I don't know if I'm good or not, but I want to...... As long as you work hard and you dare to take the first step, even if you fail, it is a valuable experience. ”

The acquisition of T-ara is not the end, his tomorrow, and T-ara's tomorrow.

And although he threw the pot to Kim Kwang-so and Yoo Hwa-young, T-ara was still affected to a certain extent.

Future?

These ethereal words.

Who knows?

Weng Tingjun looked at the drizzling rain outside the window, and couldn't help but smile on his face.

****************

"You don't have a future anymore."

As T-ara's agent, Wu Wenxuan is very angry and sad about the series of things that have happened to T-ara recently.

Liu Huaying held the termination contract in despair, and from yesterday to now, she has not figured out what happened.

Wu Wenxuan raised his hand and paused, and finally lowered his hand, "It's true that you are a relational household, it's true that you have a little stinky money in your family, but you can't trample on their dreams, trample on their dignity, you can't turn a blind eye to their efforts, because you are also a former member." ”

"As your former agent, I give you a word of advice, it's okay to be ambitious, but you can't step on the shoulders of someone who has a dream and has been working tirelessly!"

"That's all you say, you can do it yourself!"

……

On August 12th, one day after the CCM press conference.

The dark clouds that hung over T-ara's apartment seemed to dissipate.

But at seven o'clock, all seven girls appeared in the apartment in a rare appearance since the kidnapping and the Black Sea series of events.

"Uncle President is not such a person, he really is not such a person!" Except for Yoo Hwa-young and Hong Ga-hui, Park Ji-yeon doesn't think Uncle Kim Kwang-so is a complete villain.

However, the cruel fact sues him, yes, Kim Kwang-so is the murderer.

Others were also silent.

Quan Baolan raised his head, "Ji-yeon doesn't want this. ”

She never saw the tears on the faces of these sisters again.

Park Ji-yeon was stunned, and the other five people also kept comforting.

"Wow, you're all here? Great, the people of the province have come to look for you. Wu Wenxuan twisted Xiao Man's waist and walked in with a smile on his face.

As soon as he saw the skin care products on the table, he immediately stretched out his orchid finger and wiped it on his face, and then threw a wink to Han Enjing.

Han Enjingqiao's face flushed, this sister, oh no, when will this agent brother look like a real man? I'm not a boy.

"Brother Wenxuan, if you have something, just say it."

Wu Wenxuan cleared his throat, "Two good news, one bad news, which one is better to hear first?" ”

"Let's start with the bad news." The atmosphere became a little silent, and Li Juli glanced at Quan Baolan deeply.

"The bad news is that all your announcements have been canceled, and only So-yeon's Haeundae lover and the concert in Hong Kong can continue."

Everyone's faces changed, and a wave of sadness spread again in this small space.

"Then you're about to leave CCM and join a new company."

"What?!"

Park So-yeon smiled bitterly, right, but in the end she was thrown aside as an outcast. Maybe fending for themselves is the best ending for them?

"Don't panic, my brother is here." Wu Wenxuan said with a smile: "Liu Huaying, this bad woman, has been brought to justice, you can breathe a sigh of relief." ”

"That should be good news, right?"

Park Ji-yeon stood up abruptly and grabbed Wu Wenxuan's hand, her beautiful eyes were filled with tears, "What other good news?" Brother, tell me quickly, is the president's uncle innocent? ”

Wu Wenxuan shook his head.

Park Ji-yeon faltered.

"The last good news is that you are about to have a six-month vacation, but the new president has given a few tasks......"

"What task?" Park So-yeon looked up.

"In the past six months, you can take a proper rest, but you must hone your talents in all aspects, singing, dancing, acting, etc., but the most important point is ......"

"Learn Chinese!"

Li Juli, who had been silent, suddenly said: "Who is the new president?" ”

A director, perhaps? Or......

Wu Wenxuan smiled bitterly, "Can I say, don't I know?" ”

"But what is certain is ...... He is not a member of the board of directors of the CCM, nor is he a person sent down from above. ”

Li Juli lowered her head, and now that public opinion is aimed at T-ara, who is not simply T-ara, they also have a little breathing space.

With Li Juli's question, another shadow was cast on the hearts of the women.

Who is the president?

"The new president should be a good man." Quan Baolan's heart was hazy, and there was already a vague figure.

Could it be him?