Because she's always moving around, the camera doesn't do portrait magnification. just patted from a distance at the end of the conference room, watching her wave her hand and turn her head, the following comments are all about: "Temperament Little Sister", "Strong Woman", "Goddess Goddess"......

Zhu Yuan was not interested in the live broadcast and scrolling barrage on the distant screen, and as the general manager of Gaozi Capital, he was invited to be one of the referees. Looking at his watch, he frowned and said, "Won't this really affect the final game?" Shouldn't major events be rehearsed in advance? ”

Editor-in-chief Wang on the opposite side smiled and waved his hand, "Mr. Zhu, the more unprepared you are, the more accidents will be." What we want is an accident, and what the audience wants to see is also an accident. What's more, our GM has been fully prepared, as long as it is safe, this final will definitely hit a record high. ”

Two hours later, most of the people were in the GM auditorium. They were followed by several sets of cameras, with different live broadcast rooms open, and they were still live broadcasting. Ye Suling from the amusement time also came. He bowed to Zhu Yuan, who was sitting in the crowd, and said, "Mr. Zhu, this event is really eye-catching. ”

"Mr. Ye has won the award, are you here today?" Zhu Yuan got up and shook his hand.

Ye Suling pointed to a few people behind him: "No, a few playful anchors in the company have been selected to participate in the finals." "Two men and two women, both beautiful and handsome.

Curling his lips and smiling, Zhu Yuan said, "Then thank you Mr. Ye for your support." ”

One after another, the participants have basically arrived. Editor Zhao followed Jiang Xiaocen all the way to the auditorium, but did not find Zhu Hang and Xiang Qian. Three hours have passed, and in the live broadcast room of the finals, there are already a large number of fans waiting.

Editor-in-Chief Wang looked at Zhu Yuan with some embarrassment, but listened to him: "Others will compete first, Zhu Hang Zhu will be directly promoted, and when he comes, he will come to the stage." The general manager, he can still be eliminated. ”

"That'...... Okay. Editor-in-chief Wang had no choice but to agree.

When the live broadcast of the finals began, and each contestant directly took the stage in their daily state of the day, the comment area exploded again: "I rely on Sister Enchantment to be so fat!" "Is it so frustrating that you don't wear makeup? The reality is too overwhelming! "This is simply a large-scale rush of netizens to the scene, so miserable!!" "Sure enough, I'm Tian, I'm beautiful, and I can still hold ...... under this kind of malicious live broadcast lens without filters!" "What about our overbearing president? Why didn't you see him? "Isn't it a naked shady scene to compete before anyone comes?" ……

Without lights, high-intensity beauty, and no preparation in advance, some of the finalists directly "died of seeing the light" and were forcibly sent out by fans.

Downstairs in the auditorium, when Xiang Qian and Zhu Hang walked out of the parking lot, they ran into Wan Di and Li Xue. Xiang Qian greeted them with a smile and went to the contestants' area again.

There are still twelve people left at the moment, and a dubbing imitation competition is underway. Xiang Qian and Zhu Hang were taken to the end of the team by the staff and stood off-camera. Looking at the screen under the stage and the people sitting, Xiang Qian looked at Zhu Hang who was blocking in front of him.

“…… What do you want to say? Her eyes were too hot, making Zhu Hang uncomfortable.

Sighing lightly, Xiang Qian patted him on the shoulder and said, "You are so pitiful." "A general manager is forced to participate in this kind of entertainment talent show.

"Thanks to you." The corners of Zhu Hang's mouth twitched and lowered his hat. He had just come out of the office with this black hat and changed into a black tracksuit that Xiang Qian had seen him for the first time.

"Hey, it's embarrassing, I don't like to show my head......"

Soon it was their turn. Zhu Hang strode forward and sat on the high stool in the middle. The brim of his hat pressed against the corners of his eyes, and the blackness of his clothes made him even colder. With his slender white knuckles on the microphone, he raised his head slightly, looking at the screen in front of him.