Zhao Wei left in despair, no one knows about this, and no one wants to know.

What does she say now, although she has not yet been thoroughly judged, basically everyone knows that Zhao Wei is finished.

Yi Feiyang looked at today's news, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but show some mocking smiles.

"It's hopeless, I just grabbed a work, and it turned out to be eaten back like this. As the original initiator, your Zhao Wei's fate will definitely be miserable. ”

……

Ji Yu's Feiyu Media has now lost the trump card of Yi Feiyang and has fallen from the top entertainment company.

Without a king of heaven's entertainment company, it must not be considered top-notch.

Therefore, Flying Fish is now frantically building momentum, intending to make another person a new king.

And Ji Yu naturally knew that Zhao Wei was going to be finished.

Heavenly reincarnation, what have you done, you will return it one day, and it will be doubled back.

Nowadays, the entertainment industry understands that Liu Nan is a person who must not be touched.

His power is too great, too big to accept.

Fortunately, he is dead, if he is still alive, I am afraid that he will become the public enemy of all capital, individuals, celebrities, and literati.

Because it's so good, sometimes it's a sin, isn't it?

No one wants to live in a world where there is a god.

Sun Zhenghao came to watch the live broadcast again tonight, and he always felt uncomfortable recently, as if something was going to happen.

Therefore, he plans to watch Liu Nan's live broadcast more, and wants to find out something from it.

It's Saturday again, and it's time to watch Liu Nan's live broadcast again.

Last week, the number of people in Liu Nan's live broadcast room reached an unprecedented peak. Today, this popularity will continue.

Therefore, there have been countless people waiting for today's live broadcast.

"My God, the popularity of Mr. Liu Nan's live broadcast room, I'm crazy with envy!

I am also an anchor, but in my life, the largest number of people in the live broadcast room was only more than 200,000.

If one day, so many people watched, I was afraid that I would die of laughter. ”

"Don't think about it, it's impossible, you're not Liu Nan."

"I don't know what the truth is about today's live broadcast?"

"I don't know, but I just want to know now about the birth of this first Mid-Autumn Festival word in the ages.

This Mid-Autumn Festival poem can be described as the pinnacle of domestic words.

Nowadays, this poem has long been written into the language literature.

I think that after this year, many of our Chinese textbooks will basically have to be revised.

Some of Mr. Liu Nan's works will definitely enter the language book.

In the past, they were all anonymous or anonymous.

Now, I will definitely return this honor to Mr. Liu Nan. ”

"Yes, I have to give it back to him! I'm afraid I'll have to add some more!

Today, there are two more poems, which have not been recorded.

One "Farewell Dream Island" and one "Masumi Yuichi", these two poems will definitely be included, especially the latter. ”

……

Liu Nan is discussed everywhere, and these topics are everywhere.

Now, Zhao Wei's fan support club is also in a hurry.

"What should you do?

I'm afraid it's our family, and this time it's going to collapse!

So far, none of the people who wronged Liu Nan have run away. What about our support club now? ”

"It's a hammer, it's disbanded directly, and if you don't leave, you plan to learn from Yi Feiyang's fans?

Nowadays, Yi Feiyang's fans are scolded so miserably.

Many people are now going out, and no one dares to say that they used to be Yi Feiyang's support club. ”

"It's also ha, this one should really go, I'll go first.

This one in our family must have wronged others at the beginning.

This time, I'm afraid that her fate will not be too good, so let's go. ”

After saying that, this person withdrew from the fan base, and with his departure, it was like opening a floodgate.

Next, more and more people left this fan base.

The group of 2,000 people was originally active, but in the end, about 1,000 people were all gone

。 The remaining 1,000 or so people are either zombie fans, or some trumpets or something, and some undercover agents.

Seeing this situation, the group owner couldn't stand it anymore and directly disbanded the fan group.

And that's just the first one, and some of them are even faster.

Originally, during this time, some people in the circle, or some companies, because of the big man behind Zhao Wei, thought that this big guy would protect her, so they didn't go too far.

However, today they know, I am afraid that this big man has also given up on this person.

So, before the live broadcast started, these people started to move.

"I'm sorry, the role of our crew will make certain adjustments.

Therefore, Mr. Zhao is not suitable for our role, let's cooperate in the future! ”

……

"I'm sorry, we need an explanation.

If you don't give it, or if it affects our brand this time, then don't blame us for being polite. ”

……

Zhao Wei's agent put down his phone tiredly and glanced at Zhao Wei, who had lost his soul.

"In other words, there is no way out?"

Zhao Wei smiled coldly, like a night owl.

"Cluck, what else can be done?

Unless, I go to the pen station and find a way to ruin their footage.

Otherwise, what can I do?

Now, I have been notified that I cannot leave the country for the time being. In other words, I can't run away. Giggle...... It's really a rush to kill them all! ”

Listening to Zhao Wei's laughter, her agent was a little unbearable.

Good guys, what the hell is this laughter too much, isn't it?

"You and I have worked hard for you all these years.

You go, take out the contract, and I will terminate the brokerage contract with you.

Otherwise, you're afraid you'll suffer too. ”

Zhao Wei's agent glanced at Zhao Wei, and finally he took out the brokerage contract.

At this time, they can only fly separately when disaster comes.

You're kidding, not everyone is Dickie and Yi Feiyang

。 ……

Li Jianxue was in a particularly good mood tonight, and she invited many people to come over to watch tonight's live broadcast together.

There are Xue Pujia and Xiao Zhu, as if they want to celebrate.

It's been so long, and Xue Pujia and the others are so happy to see Li Jianxue for the first time.

They also understand why this is happening. Therefore, they are all happy with Li Jianxue.

Because after tonight, the worst person who killed Liu Nan in the first place will get the punishment she deserves.

How could Li Jianxue be unhappy?

At the beginning, his Anan died, and he wanted to follow.

It's because of this person that she eats her own Anan's human blood steamed buns, which makes her teeth itch with hatred. If she could, she would have killed this man.

"Sister, sister, I'll accompany you tonight. When the time comes, this woman will definitely accept the punishment.

You, you, you, you're going to relax a little bit, you know?

Don't jump so tightly, don't treat yourself badly.

Otherwise, Anan wouldn't be happy. ”

Li Jianxue bit her lip and did not answer this, and the live broadcast was about to start.

……

"Come on, An'an, don't be verbose, who the hell wants to see you, we want to see if Liu Dashi is a saint in front of the immortals."

"That's it, in front of the poet immortal pretending to be forced, what are you An'an?

What about big breasts? What about leg length? What is the use of black silk? Men, what they like is to pretend to be forced. ”

"An'an, let's go, we just want to see Shixian right away."

An An, as the host of Liu Nan's life live broadcast room, is full of black lines at the moment.

These damn things, the old lady is so beautiful, the legs are so long, and I still wear a uniform with black silk, and you say that about me?

Damn, I'm afraid there is some serious illness in this group of people, right?

Although he was speechless in his heart, An An still had to preside over with a smile.

"Hello viewers and friends, today is the seventh live broadcast, and I think everyone has been looking forward to it for a long time, so I won't go into too much detail.

Next, let's go live. ”

The voice fell, the camera flashed in the live broadcast room, and then there was a crowded scene.

It's still Mingyue Tower, it's still this scene, in the camera, Liu Nan is closing his eyes on the stage in the center of the lobby

。 Then, I saw him suddenly open his eyes.

Then, I saw Liu Nan holding a brush in his hand, and it started after it was stained with ink.

At this moment, Liu Nan was wearing Huo Quai's mask, and next to him was Li Jianxue, who was wearing Wang Zhaojun's mask.

On the other side, there is the host of Mingyuelou with a microphone in his hand.

At this moment, this host also came to Liu Nan's side.

Lin Hai's camera clearly captured the host's facial expressions.

At the beginning, it didn't matter if this person was carrying it, maybe he thought Liu Nan was wearing a mask, so he thought it was interesting.

However, soon his face changed.

"When is the bright moon? Ask the sky for wine. ”

The deep voice, through the microphone, directly transmitted to the entire Mingyue Tower.

Whether it's the downstairs lobby, the upstairs private room, or the corridor next to it.

Anyway, at this moment, in the entire Mingyue Tower, everyone heard his words.

At this moment, countless people fell silent.

Not to mention them, the live broadcast room more than nine years later is also quiet at the moment.

Sometimes, the beginning of a poem is a fairy, and the best representative of this is this first Mid-Autumn Festival poem through the ages.

When is the bright moon, ask the wine to the sky, what a fairy sentence.

One sentence directly sets the tone of this word.

Just one sentence will let you know that this poem is absolutely remarkable.

Just such a sentence can make you think of the bright moon in the sky, the wine in your hand, and the magnificent mind of the lyricist.

When did the bright moon appear?

I asked Qingtian with a drink.

The beginning of this kind of fairy is simply shocking for a whole year.

Nine years later, Lu Dingjia also recalled the scene of that year.

At that time, he was still fighting with Urgy Hao, and the two of them never stopped as soon as they met.

However, just when he wanted to continue, suddenly such a sentence appeared in the entire Mingyue Building.

"When is the bright moon? Ask the sky for wine.

”

As soon as this sentence appeared, he fell into silence on the spot, just like the entire Mingyue Tower.

Now that I think about it, it was a similar situation at that time.

And the audience in the live broadcast room still has a little bit of 700 million people tonight.

At this moment, they also witnessed the Mingyue Tower, which was still noisy just now, and it suddenly quieted down.

"Cangtian, this is the birth of the first Mid-Autumn Festival word in the ages.

At the beginning, when I saw it on Tiankui TV, I thought it was fake.

Who would have thought that just one sentence could make the entire Mingyue Tower quiet?

At the beginning, this poem can be described as a decade of suppression.

In the past ten years, every year of the Mid-Autumn Festival, no one will write lyrics.

Because no one can write something that goes beyond this one. ”

"Let's put this word this way, it can suppress the Mid-Autumn Festival of the Han Dynasty for 3,000 years."

"Perhaps, this is the best performance of talent!"

"A water-tuned song head, suppressing the eternal Mid-Autumn Festival.

This is the evaluation of this word in today's literary world.

Only Mr. Liu Nan has received such an evaluation! ”

"Sometimes, I don't understand why there are so many women who can't extricate themselves from culture.

Now that he thinks about it, it's fucking normal.

At this time, Mr. Liu Nan, even if he was wearing a mask, seemed to me that he was shining. ”

"Such a Liu Shixian, no one can refuse!"

All of a sudden, there was a discussion everywhere.

And the Mingyue Tower nine years ago has all been quiet at this moment.

In Lin Hai's lens, it was clearly recorded, and everyone subconsciously turned their heads and looked at the host in the center of the lobby, or should it be Liu Nan.

Because, it was obvious just now that what this host read was written by this person wearing a mask on his head.

And then, there was a voice in the live broadcast room.

"Brother Hai, this ...... This is written by Anan? ”

Lu Xunhuan's incredible voice also brought everyone back to their senses.

And then the second sentence came, this host can't care about anything else.

His whole person is immersed in Liu Nan's works.

He didn't care about anything else, he just stared blankly, as if all his mind was attracted.

"I don't know what year it is in the heavenly palace."

If you say when is the bright moon just now?

？

Asking the wine to the sky is a direct opening sentence.

Then this place is really going to the next level.

Good guy, just now I was still asking about the bright moon in the sky, and at this moment, I was about to fly up in the wind.

The host of Mingyue Tower, at this moment, sent this sentence to the ears of everyone in the entire Mingyue Building.

This moment is still fresh in my memory nine years later.

"Second uncle, what kind of mood were you in in Mingyue Tower?"

A beautiful woman is looking at Xuan Hao curiously at the moment.

This person is the niece of the urging family, and he is also a member of the lineage of the urging family.

At this moment, this Zhao Ying has a pair of beautiful eyes and looks at Liu Nan who is waving and writing words in the live broadcast room.

I don't know why, even though Liu Nan has passed away, but at this moment, this girl still can't help but have her heart beating faster.

Watching him write, even with a mask, is so attractive?

At this moment, his eyes flickered, and his thoughts seemed to return to the Mid-Autumn Festival nine years ago.

"What was I at the time? When I heard these two sentences, I was not afraid of your jokes, I almost knelt down.

Just these two sentences, I dare to say that they are the existence of eternity.

At that time, I wanted to be a lackey under this person's name.

Unfortunately, by the time I finally came over, this person was already gone. It was only now that I knew that this person was Liu Nan. ”

Qi Ying bit her lip: "Such a man is really the ideal of a daughter in the world!"

It's a pity, it's a pity that I can't see him.

If you can, I want to be a girl who sharpens ink for him, and it's good to look at him every day. ”

Xuan Hao sighed, shook his head and did not speak.

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