Toilets at the Busan bus station.

Weng Tingjun washed off the red potion and black pills on his face.

In front of the mirror, a delicate and handsome face suddenly appeared in his sight.

"Lee Min Ho looks like me, that's his #honor!"

Jingle bells.

Weng Tingjun took out his mobile phone from his pocket, and the text message was sent by Luo Yuhao, and there were only six words on it.

Big brother, complete the mission.

That's right, just now in the lobby of Busan Hospital, the first reporter to take the lead in tearing up the negatives of the manuscript was Luo Yuhao.

Luo Yuhao was originally a reporter, and it can be regarded as a true performance.

However, Weng Tingjun did not feel happy because of this, but panicked in his heart.

The reason why these reporters obediently retreated was not how sharp his eloquence and emotional intelligence were.

First, these reporters are all second- and third-tier reporters in Busan, and the three major newspapers and periodicals in South Korea, the Central Committee, North Korea, and East Asia, do not bother to come to Busan Hospital at all.

Second, and most importantly, these reporters are gangsters to put it bluntly, they must have investigated Weng Tingjun's personal information, Weng Tingjun's ID card was in Jessica's hand at that time, and Luo Yuhao's fake passport in the United States was used, and Lao Mei had a strange 'father-son' relationship with Bang Hammer, so they couldn't afford to wear a racist hat for Tiara at all.

Ong Tingjun threw the green membership card of the Busan Health Club in his pocket into the trash can, rubbed his cheeks, and although he had been discharged from the hospital, his face was even more pale and haggard than before.

I took out my phone and looked at the date on it.

On September 1, 2012, it had been more than half a month since the car accident.

Exhaling a breath of turbidity, Weng Tingjun threw out all the figures of these women in his mind.

……

Standing at the entrance of the station, Ong Tingjun waited for the next bus from Busan to Seoul.

Drip, drip, drip.

The horn sounded.

A brand new black Audi A6 appeared in front of him.

The window rolled down, revealing Luo Yuhao's obscene #trivial face.

Weng Tingjun sat up, "Why are you here?" Didn't it make you get rid of them? ”

Luo Yuhao's face was a little bad, "Big brother, I have something to talk to you about......"

Weng Tingjun chuckled in his heart, he had been restless recently, but he hadn't found out the reason for his upset.

"The Poet's Studio is in trouble."

Weng Tingjun was overjoyed and angry, and his tone was indifferent: "What trouble?" ”

Luo Yuhao parked the car at a nearby service station, and then slowly spoke.

The poet studio has been developing too fast these days, although the posture of its anchors is very low, but the local tyrant consortium in the anchor circle is here.

The meat was eaten by the anchors of the poet's studio, what else did they eat? Eating bones?

Now the other guilds are not happy, you are a new studio, the boss behind it is a reporter, to put it mildly, it is illegitimate food.

Although there are rules in the anchor circle, you can't bring hatred to reality, so I'll use money to smash the head office, right?

Several guilds discussed it and hit it off.

While using a large amount of financial resources to buy failed trainees, he suppressed the anchors of the poet's studio.

This incident happened shortly after Weng Tingjun was hospitalized, when Weng Tingjun was seriously injured, and Luo Yuhao also thought that he could hold on and not burden his eldest brother.

But now......

The poet's studio has become the target of public criticism, and it is difficult to move forward.

The income in the background is getting less and less, and the military spirit of the anchors has begun to waver, and several anchors have been in contact with other studios in private.

If there is no way, the poet studio may become the dust of the anchor's history, just like the short-lived dark horses in the past.

"When will our anchors broadcast live, they will also follow when they will broadcast live, when will we go offline, they are still broadcasting, how much meat we sell, they sell more, and the first sister Xiuzhen is also considering terminating the contract now......"

The most embarrassing thing is that Luo Yuhao has no money on hand, and he uses all the savings he has saved over the years to appease the army.

Weng Tingjun smiled slightly and patted Luo Yuhao's shoulder, "You go back first, there is me in one qiē." ”

"What about you, big brother?"

"The scenery of Busan is good, I'll go shopping."

Luo Yuhao wanted to speak and stopped, "Big brother, why don't I sell that house in Seoul?" I also have a family business in Busan. ”

Weng Tingjun's heart was warm, and he scolded with a smile: "Get out, what's the matter?" And let me help you find a wife? ”

Luo Yuhao smiled, but seeing Weng Tingjun's confidence as always, he suddenly found the backbone in his heart.

……

On the streets of Busan, Onjeong has no intention of strolling.

Now, he only has 160W yuan left in the bank, which is a drop in the bucket for the current predicament faced by the poet's studio.

casually found a bubble tea shop, asked for a cup of milk tea and wifi password, Weng Tingjun sat in the corner and logged in to AFTV with his mobile phone.

"Fortunately, the anchor platform here will not involve reality as in China before."

found his own anchor sister Xiuzhen.

Originally, 2W was more popular, but now there are only more than 5,000, and half of these more than 5,000 are water armies.

"Plastic Surgery Ghost Get Out."

"Assi, I thought it was so powerful, it turned out to be just a scrap product that failed to make an idol debut! You should be glad you still have some use. ”

"Turn off the reverb, what are you singing? Get the spicy chicken down, get down, don't defile people's ears and eyes. ”

"What bullshit poet studio, what is sung? What is the content of the live stream? Fuck off, where's your boss troubadour? Why hasn't it emerged yet? ”

"Rising? Don't make a fuss, how dare he take the lead? The bosses of the Grim Reaper Studio, the God of War Studio, and the Love Studio are all online, how dare he take the lead? ”

"Look at you, what's the hurry? He's digging up news and selling it for money now, and when he gets the money, he might come up right away. ”

"Haha!"

In the video, Park so-jin's face was embarrassed, and her well-dressed makeup was blurred by tears.

But she didn't fall, she didn't fall for the message.

She was unmoved, she still sang her favorite songs.

Theboys of Girls' Generation.

……

If you don't start because you're afraid

Don't complain when the time comes

If you hesitate, the opportunities will all turn away from you

Let's spread out our hearts!

……

I can't just look at it

Even if it is crushed, even if it is torn many times, it is fine

Sharply handsome towards me arbitrarily

Show your wild nature ~ Myboy

The world is watching you

Majestic and dignified from the bones

You're already handsome

Don't waver in that good position

……

Weng Tingjun listened to the song and looked at the foul language on the screen.

He was smiling, smiling brightly.

He was so happy that he laughed and logged into his account.

Troubadour.

160W RMB, without any hesitation, all exchanged into gifts.

2E7000 more WON.

Picking up the most expensive aircraft, a group of 1314, landslided to the top of the screen, and it was born with a strong momentum.

At this moment, the iron rod that was originally guarding Xiuzhen's live broadcast room seemed to see rows of bombs falling from the plane.

Those rumors are vulnerable in an instant.

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Yesterday Luo Yuhao didn't have a dead dog at home, I just got off the plane, so there is only one watch, in order to compensate for your sisters, today 3 more.

Happy?

I'm happy too, so what are you waiting for?

Touch my head and take out the ticket.