Ancestral local tyrant system

"Hey, principal, I have solved the site construction problem, you don't need to worry about it anymore!" Fang Jueyu, who had just returned home, quickly told Wang Cong the news.

"So fast? How old? Where?"

"The Taklimakan Desert is about fifty square kilometers. It is more than enough for the first phase of our project!" Fang Jueyu said.

"Huh? Desert? Are you crazy? Where can a movie and television city be built?" Wang Cong thought Fang Jueyu was crazy.

"I'm not crazy, don't worry, at most one and a half years, there will be a land that can be built in a serious way. During this time, you don't have to be busy, and we will talk about next year next year!

"This..." What else did Wang Cong want to say, but considering Fang Jueyu's endless methods, he still closed his mouth, maybe he really hell?

"All right, you are the boss anyway, you have the final say!" Wang Cong said helplessly, "By the way, I haven't seen you lately. I will come to your house to play with you tomorrow!"

"Come on, I don't know what you think? You just miss my chef, right?"

"Hehehe, I was still found out by you. I want to eat sushi tomorrow, arrange it?" Wang Cong said cheeky.

"Okay, it's rare for you to come here. You have to feed you." Fang Jueyu smiled. "That media company was done thanks to you. You have to treat you in any way!"

"Forget that you still have a little conscience! Let's not talk about it, I'm going out and riding a horse!" Wang Cong said.

Fang Jueyu heard a woman's voice from the other end of the phone, and immediately knew that he was going to play again: "Okay, just relax, don't come over tomorrow with dark circles and a look of wilt!"

Regarding the publication of the results, the professors of Jiangnan University have invested in active preparations. As for the development of the land, Fang Jueyu directly threw it to Zhuang Ying, and he was done as a shopkeeper.

"How about it, isn't it better?" Fang Jueyu walked to the bed. Guo Xinyu was wearing headphones. The song played on her phone was the accompaniment of the song Fang Jueyu gave her. She was still humming, although it was very quiet, but very nice to hear.

Fang Jueyu pulled out her earphones: "Can't you take a good rest today?"

"That's not okay, this is our basic homework for music sound every day, we can't leave it in one day!" Guo Xinyu said, "I plan to record this song in two days, I think I have almost practiced!"

"Oh? Then our big star is about to make his official debut!" Fang Jueyu joked.

"How can it be so easy? There are so many people in China who sing so well, and there are not many who are really popular," Guo Xinyu said. "A lot of times opportunity and luck are important."

"That's for ordinary people. My Fang Jueyu's woman, even if I want the stars in the sky, I can pick her off. Why is it difficult to become a singer?" Fang Jueyu said.

Publicity, ranking, these things that can be solved with money are not problems at all.

"No, I want to rely on my own ability to let everyone recognize my song. If you spend money to buy me a group of fake fans, how can it be of any use!" Guo Xinyu gave Fang Jueyu a roll of eyes.

"I have a way! How about let's have a singing competition?" Fang Jueyu thought suddenly, isn't it popular nowadays that there is a show like China's Good Voice? He is completely capable of hosting one!

"This, isn't it necessary?" Guo Xinyu was a little afraid that Fang Jueyu would do something shocking to the world.

"Well, don't you still have a lot of fans on the bamboo platform? We can start from these fans to promote this song!" Fang Jueyu has a prototype in his head.

Now that the live broadcast industry is so developed, many events don't need to be held on variety shows and entertainment shows with great fanfare. They can also be carried out on live broadcast platforms.

For his relationship with Wang Cong, you can ask him for help and organize a singer contest on the platform. Fang Jueyu is confident. With Guo Xinyu’s voice conditions, singing skills, and the original song of this song, he will definitely get a good one. The ranking.

At that time, the popularity of this song will inevitably be played out soon, and if you go step by step, Guo Xinyu will be able to walk on the stage of her dream sooner or later.

It just so happened that President Wang was going to be a guest at home tomorrow, so he took advantage of this opportunity to talk about this matter!

"Don't forget, now you are still my contracted artist, you can't help but listen to what the boss says!" Fang Jueyu leaned forward with a smile on his face.

"Then you are now the Q rule me?" Guo Xinyu said unwillingly.

Fang Jueyu was speechless suddenly, this statement is really so lost...

"Gluck..." A string of silver bells resounded in the room.

When he came to Fang Jueyu's house for the second time, Wang Cong was already familiar with this road. After a full day's rest, Guo Xinyu could barely walk on the ground, but his posture was still slightly awkward.

"You...you..." Wang Cong was surprised to see Guo Xinyu also here, but after a while he showed a wretched smile, "Lao Fang, it's okay, it's done so soon, you are amazing!"

Wang Cong is a veteran. Although Guo Xinyu tried to make himself walk normally, Wang Cong still saw some clues, and he arrived just after eight o'clock. Obviously Guo Xinyu should be here for the night, which has explained everything. Up.

"Drive less!" Fang Jueyu knew that Guo Xinyu was thin-skinned, and quickly interrupted Wang Cong.

"Hehehe, long time no see, Xinyu!" Only then did Wang Cong become more serious.

"Principal, long time no see." Guo Xinyu immediately started to do what the hostess should do. "You two talk first. I'll get you something to drink. What do you want to drink?"

"Give me a Fei Zhai Happy Water!" Fang Jueyu still prefers to drink milk tea, so there are always milk tea powders of various brands and flavors at home.

"What about the principal?"

"Is there a Sprite of 82 years?" Wang Cong joked.

Just as Guo Xinyu wanted to complain, Fang Jueyu let out a "pouch" laugh.

"Don't tell me, this thing is really there!" When Fang Jueyu was sorting out the things in this villa last time, he unexpectedly found a box in the study.

He thought there was some antique calligraphy and painting hidden in the box, but when it was opened, it was a big box of drinks!

Sprite, Coke, Fanta, and the production dates are from 1965 to 1995. He even wondered whether his ancestors passed through the past from the future, and he actually created this stalk.

"Hahaha, just kidding, let me drink a mango juice!" Wang Cong absolutely does not doubt that Fang Jueyu can get Sprite of 82 years. There is nothing this kid can't do.

"By the way, Lao Wang, discuss something with you!" Fang Jueyu began to talk about serious things, "Xinyu has always wanted to be a singer. I want to help her. How about hosting an anchor singing competition on your platform? ?"

"You are not mistaken, brother, with your financial resources, even a pig can be popular!"

"That's different! Xinyu hopes to rely on her own strength, not on me to spend money for her." Fang Jueyu said, "So I plan to start with netizens and let more people hear her singing."

"That's not bad. I think those anchors will definitely participate." Wang Zong thought about it. This is a good idea, and it can also bring a lot of popularity to his platform.

"I will do all the sponsorship. You only need to let people plan the competition, and everything will be transparent and open. How about?"

"A small matter, I'll take care of it for you in half a month!" This small matter still doesn't bother Wang Cong.

"Thanks a lot!"

"Thank you, but our agreement last time..." Wang Cong has not yet fulfilled his bet on women's singing.

"These are two different things!"

"brother!"

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