"Celebrity reality show?"

After a few people returned to the office, Brother Fatty talked about his thoughts. Zhao Hong immediately felt that Brother Fatty's idea was really creative. He was fascinated by the teapot in his hand.

"Yeah, Mr. Zhao, what do you think, now the audience of star reality shows think it's too fake. It's just a few back and forth, and the audience is already tired of it.

It is different when we locate celebrity fathers. Let celebrity fathers take their children on the show together, and children will not lie. What does everyone’s favorite celebrity look like in private, you will know as soon as you go on the show? "

"Well, it's interesting! But there is no such type of program in China, and the risk is a bit big!"

After Brother Fatty's explanation, Zhao Hong understood a little bit, but he wanted to respond to the above call to innovate, but he didn't want to take a little risk.

"Come on, how about trying my tea! Then what?"

Zhao Hong also wanted Fat Brother to continue talking, but Fat Brother smiled and held up the cup and stopped talking.

Things like variety shows are like a tree, and creativity is like a trunk, but if Fat Brother adds all the branches and leaves, and then asks Zhao Hong to chop it down with an axe, he will be a pig.

When Zhao Hong saw this, he immediately understood what Brother Fat meant, and after a while, he said, "Otherwise, let's separate production and broadcasting!"

"sure!"

The fat brother was worried that he didn't know how to speak, and Zhao Hong's suggestion was just right in his heart.

Whether it's selling the plan or cooperating in the recording, once the filming starts, the fat brother will definitely be overwhelmed by CCTV, and the fat brother will have the initiative to sell the finished product directly.

Seeing that the fat brother agreed so readily, Zhao Hong felt that he was at a loss again, and there was a kind of remorse that the boss agreed very happily after the price was cut...

Seeing that the two had finalized the matter in a few words, Dai Zhiyang, who was beside him, quickly said, "Then when did Mr. Zhao sign the contract?"

"The contract will be signed in two days. You can take pictures first. If there is anything that needs our assistance, feel free to mention it!"

Zhao Hong is talking haha, if I sign an agreement with you, then you will be as bad as shit, won't I still have to spend money to buy it?

"Old Dai, after we go back, let's pick a candidate. We will take care of this matter first, and you can get in touch..."

"You don't really plan to shoot, do you?"

"Of course I shoot!"

"You didn't hear that Zhao Hong was running the train with his mouth full of nonsense? What should people do if it was photographed?"

"He? He's not the only TV station in the country!"

Dai Zhiyang still thinks that this is not safe, and it is too hasty to find a good next home. Once the project is approved, it will be real money.

"Don't panic, I'm good at this!"

The fat brother said leisurely.

Before getting on the plane, called Miss Han again, but she still didn't answer. The fat brother could only know that she was still alive through text messages and the voice she sent...

It feels really empty without a woman at home!

But this woman is useless, she doesn't know how to cook or drag the ground, so she's more comfortable alone! The fat brother quickly and witty analyzed the pros and cons.

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Feng Qiu has always felt that she is an introverted person. She has been a loner for the past few years in the bar. After signing the studio, not only did it disrupt her original rhythm of life, but she was also a group of people all day long. twittering sound.

Feng Qiu, do you want me to order takeout for you?

Sister Qiu, try the chicken wings I made!

Feng Qiu shows you the picture of my baby, cute, right? You hurry up too!

Sister Qiu, do you have a lovely single young lady? We can't stop the three generations of singles in our family!

As soon as the fat brother entered the studio the next day, he heard Gu Panxiang’s crazy and heart-piercing laughter from inside: Sister Qiu, do you think our boss is gay? Ha ha ha ha!

"Cough cough!"

Seeing the black-faced fat brother come in, the others immediately stopped smiling, and began to work seriously, Feng Qiu coughed twice to remind Gu Xiaopan to shut up quickly.

It's a pity that Gu Pan's comprehension is a bit poor.

"Gu look forward to come to my office."

The fat brother passed by Gu Pan expressionlessly and dropped a sentence.

A few minutes later.

"Sister Qiu, the boss let you in."

Gu Pan came out of the fat brother's office with a sad face.

It's over! It's over! Why can't I keep my mouth shut when I'm old, and gossip about the boss behind my back! Feng Qiu secretly said that it was not good.

Feng Qiu went in for a little longer, and when he came out, his eyes were red, and everyone quickly gathered around when they saw it.

"What's wrong with Sister Qiu? The boss scolded you and cried?"

"Did the fat brother make you cry?"

Seeing the anxious and worried look of everyone, Feng Qiu cried out, holding a cowhide bag in his hand.

"The boss just drove you away?!"

Gu Pan couldn't believe it when he saw this covering his mouth.

"Humph!"

The fat guy opened the office door and saw the crowd outside snorted coldly and then walked outside. Xinghuo has urged him several times in the past few days.

"No, no, I, I'm going to release an album!"

Feng Qiu announced the good news with a smile in tears.

She has been waiting for this moment for almost 20 years!

Only she herself knows how she has survived these 20 years. When she was young, she pursued her dreams regardless of her life. She had an almost pilgrimage-like piety in the face of singing!

Countless people persuaded her to change careers, persuaded her to settle down and find a man to marry, persuaded her to bow her head to recognize the reality clearly, and she held on!

It's just that she no longer talks about her dreams, but buries them in her heart, sings quietly, and waits for the day when her dreams bloom. When it comes, she finally waits!

The fat brother who was waiting for the elevator heard the cheers coming from the studio, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

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"Boss, you are finally back!"

As soon as the unshaven Zhao Qizhi saw the fat brother, he immediately stretched out his greasy paws to grab the fat brother's clothes, but was avoided by the fat brother's agile movement.

"What's the hurry? How many calls a day, the devil is here?"

The fat man frowned and wondered.

"Counter-Strike! Counter-Strike, big guy! The global server is about to open! Did you forget?!"

Zhao Qizhi was about to cry, Boss Xindao, are you singing stupidly...

"How is that possible! Of course I remember! Don't talk nonsense!"

After speaking, he asked in a low voice, "What time does the server start?"

"Tomorrow! You really forgot, right?"

Zhao Qizhi has no love.

tomorrow? !

Don't panic, don't panic!

"Is the global ranking added?"

"Added……"

Zhao Qizhi was about to die.

"Show nationality?"

"Um……"

Continue to be exhausted.

"Is the announcement of the Global Champions also posted?"

Zhao Qizhi scratched his itchy head and nodded: "It's just a matter of the bonus."

"Bonus? Tsk! This is a big deal, I have to think about it."

The fat man rubbed his chin and rolled his eyes.

"Boss, I have to remind you that our game is for the whole world, especially there are many American players, don't be too rude!"

Zhao Qizhi was afraid that this snarky boss would do something humiliating.

"Am I the stingy kind of person! How much bonus do you think is attractive?"

The fat guy is really a little unsure.

"I think at least two million dollars, dollars!"

"Two million dollars?! It's almost 14 million yuan! When did you get so inflated, Zhao Qizhi!"

The fat brother was stunned when he heard the words. He had to live and die for an ultra-platinum album to earn so much, and this was before tax.

"Boss, global competitions! Global competitions! Too few of you, but you are truly lost to the world!"

Zhao Qizhi said bitterly.

"Okay okay, I'll ask!"

The fat man waved his hands with a headache.

Sitting in the car, the fat brother looked up at the sky for a while, and stared at the top of a tree in a daze for a while, patted his cheek and called Mr. Pan of Xiguawang.

"Mr. Pan, I'm not the same! Business is still good recently, right?"

"Hey, little thing! Are you interested in sponsoring our Counter Strike Global Champions?"

"$2 million!"

"Of course it's dollars! Global competition, Brother Pan! It's too little, but it's a shame and it's thrown into the whole world!"

On the other end of the phone, Mr. Pan didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "We Xiguawang may not be able to lose this person..."

"No! What do you mean, Lao Pan?"

The fat brother is confused, the Chinese language is so broad and profound.

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