Tang Wang has already sent more than one urging letter to Tang Seng through Datang Pictures.

Since he came out of the Five Elements Mountain and lectured in Gao Laozhuang, there have been no high-quality works, and Tang Seng's live broadcast effect is now very poor, and it has been diverted by a lot of interesting live broadcasts.

In this day and age, as long as you dare to think and dare to do it, there is nothing you can't do.

Just like the three burials of Dongdu, in fact, he was originally a fisherman, and later after packaging, he became a monk, and then broadcast live on the sea, and there is a live broadcast platform behind him to package, so he is still in a state of small fire.

Another example is the first brother of Jinshan Temple's live broadcast, Wu Er, who has a popularity of more than 8,000 to 10,000 per day, which is more than enough than the top, anyway, the small life is good, it is accumulated for a long time.

As for Tang Seng, he naturally accumulated more audiences, but the outbreak in the early stage made many people blind and coaxed, and in the end, they also ran together, which was no way.

These hundreds, and now nearly a thousand iron powders, are also slowly cultivated.

Just like writing a book, aren't fans cultivated slowly? How many people are like me hitting the streets?

Of course, Tang Wang asked Tang Seng to write not a novel, but a series of works on the construction of the Belt and Road Initiative in the Tang Dynasty.

This is a more difficult job, and the work has to write about the humanities, economy and many other factors of the place from the perspective of a Tang Dynasty, so Tang Seng feels more annoyed, and has no time during the day every day, and only has the time to stay up late to write at night.

This is pressure from Chang'an, there is no way, and even Datang has been asking Tang Seng what he is doing, without a trace of movement.

How should Tang Seng explain?

Although everyone knows that Tang Seng has been to many places, and everything that should be said has been said, and the officials understand, but do the people understand?

Of course, the people don't know, so we need to come up with something representative, something that can be known to the public.

For example, live broadcasts, such as film and television dramas, such as songs, such as Tang Seng is now writing books.

Since this incident, the live broadcast has been sluggish, the film and television drama has not been filmed, the song has not been made, and the book has not been written....

Tang Seng is also very helpless.....

"Bajie, Senior Brother Sha, have you seen it, Master has been staying up all night lately...."Sun Wukong was lying on the window and said to Zhu Bajie and Sha Seng behind him.

"Yes, Master has been suffering from severe dark circles under his eyes lately, and he has been severely sleep-deprived..... " Sha Seng said.

"But what's the solution? I see the old pig, the master is crazy.... Sleepy, sleepy, go to sleep....." Zhu Bajie waved his sleeves and said, turned around and left.

Sun Wukong grabbed Zhu Bajie and quietly dragged Zhu Bajie directly outside, and Sha Seng followed behind, for fear that the two would fight.

"Monkey, what are you doing....."

"I said you have a fat head and big ears, I wish something had happened to the master, right?" Sun Wukong asked viciously while holding Zhu Bajie's ears.

"Sun Monkey, don't wronged a good person, the master can't think about it himself, what's the matter with me Lao Zhu?" Zhu Bajie said politely, he was not afraid of Sun Wukong.

"Yo, are you still reasonable?" Sun Wukong rolled up his sleeves and was about to make a move, and the sand monk hugged Sun Wukong.

"Senior brother, it's not good to be angry, it's not good to hurt the second senior brother....."

"Senior Brother Sha, let go of ....."

"Big Brother ....."

"Are you loose?" Sun Wukong waited for a glance at you, and the sand monk asked.

"Senior Brother Sha, let go, I want to see how this monkey dares to press me!" Zhu Bajie was already angry in his heart, what good things and good opportunities were given to the monkey, is he worse than him?

"If you let go, if you don't let go, I'll beat you ..... together," Sun Wukong said coldly.

If you want to say that this Sun Monkey, this time he is really angry, and he has reached the point of beating Sha Monk, isn't this crazy to even beat himself?

A punch directly roared on Zhu Bajie's chubby face.

"Okay, you dead monkey, dare to hit me?" Zhu Bajie shouted, but it seemed that the thunder was heavy and the rain was small, and there was no substantive action at all, which was completely angering Sun Wukong.

Sun Wukong went up and punched a few more times, until the corners of Zhu Bajie's mouth were bloody, and Sha Seng really hugged him, even if Sun Wukong really hit himself, he had to hold it, and finally Sun Wukong stopped.

"Dead fat pig, let me tell you, if you dare to say that the master is not good, I will kill you......" Sun Wukong warned.

Zhu Bajie's eyes stared at Sun Wukong, but the corners of his mouth rose slightly.

"Senior brother, second senior brother, why do you bother, Master has his own plans, the pressure of coming to Chang'an, you don't know, let's take care of Master with all our hearts, why fight?" Sha Seng said angrily, this was the first time he had spoken like this.

"Senior Brother Sha, you are carrying it for him, I don't know what this pig's head is thinking?" Sun Wukong sneered.

"I'll satisfy you today..... I'm going to beat you in the future...."Sun Wukong stood up and left directly.

Zhu Bajie also stood up, spit the blood in his mouth on the ground in one go, and also left.

Sha Seng sighed, sure enough, where there are people, there are rivers and lakes, and there is no peace anywhere.

In the early hours of the morning, the lights in Tang Seng's room had not been extinguished, Sun Wukong didn't know where to find a cigarette, he hadn't smoked for a long time, lit one, smoked it sadly, and stayed outside the door of Tang Seng's house.

Tang Seng was rolling his upper eyelids and lower eyelids at this time, he was just tired, he came out to breathe, and suddenly saw Sun Wukong smoking.

"Wukong, are you still burning lonely so late?" Tang Seng said with a smile.

Sun Wukong panicked to put away the cigarette, Tang Seng smiled and said that it was okay, he also came to one himself, to refresh himself.

"Master, my old grandson beat Bajie ....." Sun Wukong couldn't hold back the matter in his heart, and said directly.

"You, you.... Tell me what are you good ....." Tang Seng hated that iron could not become steel, he took a puff of cigarette, threw the cigarette butt on the ground, stepped on it fiercely, and said earnestly: "Bajie is not bad, but he is more utilitarian, especially when he was the director of the navy, you are a popular student, just an actor, he is not convinced now, you let him ....."

"But, Master, I.... Forget it, what the master said is right, I am the senior brother, and I should let it ....." When the words came to his mouth, Sun Wukong held back again, and he didn't say it.

"I know, you're also very straight, don't sit here, you should go to sleep, you have to go in to write a book for the teacher, and rest early....."

Before Tang Seng returned to the room, he said: "Prepare well tomorrow!"

Sun Wukong looked at Tang Seng and sighed, no wonder he can't be the assistant to the head of the regiment, it seems that he still doesn't have that ability.....

Sun Wukong flew up, went directly to the roof, lay on it, looked at the starry sky, and the lights in Tang Seng's room were not extinguished until dawn......