Zhou Xiaotong finished watching the video on the follower's mobile phone and nodded slightly, "This crow is not bad, it is indeed the master's bird."
Feng Jun turned a deaf ear and picked up the wine glass to touch Yuan Huapeng, but he didn't even bother to say "do it".
Yuan Huapeng took two sips of beer, picked up his mobile phone and made a call, "Erping? Let the monkey pick a few female artists, tell them, follow the Weibo account "Luohua Season 18", and forward it"
"Hmm, yes, the bigger the card, the better What, who is he? He is my boss!"
Yuan Huapeng put down his mobile phone, picked up a cigarette to light, and then gave Feng Jun a toothy smile, "Follow and retweet first, don't say whether you want to be a big V or not. Master, take a look at the person who forwarded it and see which one you like. I'll help you. get together."
It is not easy to say this kind of pimp talk in front of outsiders, but the old man has made his position clear, what else is he afraid of?
But Zhou Xiaotong quit, she smiled coldly, "Big V, let's not talk about certificationa big V with thirty-one fans?"
She didn¡¯t know that most of the thirty-one fans were added recently¡ªbecause of that video.
Yuan Huapeng glanced at her and said nothing, but there was deep disdain in his eyes.
As long as you have money, what big deal does it matter if you have a big V? As for saying there is no contenthow big a deal is this? Find a team to do it.
Being a big V doesn¡¯t necessarily lead to having money, but having money can definitely make you a big V.
There was another moment of silence, some people were smoking silently, some were drinking silently, the atmosphere was extremely strange.
With a "ding" sound, Yuan Huapeng's cell phone rang again. He picked it up and took a look, "Oh no, master, the troops stationed in the Northeast have received orders that there may be a snowstorm. They must prepare for war with all their strength Do you still want to go?"
Feng Jun sighed, "This I can't make the decision."
"Going to the Northeast at this time?" Zhou Xiaotong raised his eyebrows and looked at Feng Jun curiously, "Someone is forcing you?"
Feng Jun glanced at her, shook his head, and said two words simply, "No!"
Zhou Xiaotong continued to eat skewers, drink wine, and drink tea leisurely.
After a while, Feng Jun picked up his mobile phone to check, and wanted to see why his number of fans increased by more than half in a few days.
After opening the scarf, he was stunned, "Hey, there are more than 100 fans?"
He looked through it and found that a female artist named Guo Bingying had followed him and retweeted it.
With more than two million fans, she should be considered a little star.
However, her comment when forwarding it was also a bit speechless, "What a cute bird"
Hearing what he said, Zhou Xiaotong¡¯s follower immediately refreshed his Weibo and handed over his phone.
Zhou Xiaotong took a sip from the tea cup and glanced sideways at the screen, "More than two hundred fans Hey, Guo Bingying is so famous?"
In her impression, Guo Bingying is just a third-rate starlet who started her career when she was around 20 years old. Now she is almost 30 years old. She has made many movies, but she has never become popular.
The female attendant whispered, "That's the flower-drying maniac. He has thousands of pots of flowers at home and also raises fish."
"She," Zhou Xiaotong nodded in realization, with a malicious smile on his face, "the one who went to Sichuan and Tibet?"
Her words are metaphorical and point to certain things. Even though she doesn¡¯t care about the entertainment industry, she knows many things that ordinary people can¡¯t understand at all.
In her opinion, the flower-showing maniac who went to Sichuan and Tibet is a representative incident of Guo Bingying, but there are no rumors from the outside world.
Seeing the follower nodding, Zhou Xiaotong sneered, "Is it worth being proud of being paid attention to by her? I will only feel disgusted."
"Haha," Yuan Huapeng chuckled and raised his hand to pick up the bottle without saying much.
Feng Jun took two puffs of his cigarette, crushed the cigarette butt out, picked up his cell phone, and said lightly, "There are a lot of disgusting people who follow me"
"You!" Zhou Xiaotong was irritated again. Aren't you just criticizing Huai?
She sneered, "That's a rotten woman who has no one to live with. Aren't you afraid of getting sick?"
Feng Jun flicked his cell phone slowly, "Huh? She looks pretty good and has a good figureOld Yuan, does this woman have a bad reputation?"
"I don't know, I've never heard of how bad she is," Yuan Huapeng shook his head, "I haven't been an actor for many years."
I give this guy ninety-nine points for his pretense. Feng Jun secretly praised him in his heart. He is worthy of being a second-generation descendant of the imperial city. He can play all kinds of tricks very smoothly.
He nodded and put down the phone, "Then please ask, how much?"by.
But he was a little uncomfortable with three inexplicable guys around him, especially since none of them spoke.
The atmosphere is really depressing, like this hazy sky.
After drinking the beer in the glass, he raised his hand to touch his handbag, intending to pay and leave.
At this moment, Zhou Xiaotong suddenly said, "I'm sorry about what happened yesterday."
"Nothing to be embarrassed about," Feng Jun spoke lazily as he opened his handbag, his face very calm, "Since I walked into a stranger's booth, I must be aware of risks. If someone is plotting against me, that's right. Deserve it"
"Isn't there such a TV show? "Don't Talk to Strangers"."
"Okay, Master Feng," Zhou Xiaotong reached out and held down the hand holding the money.
Her little hands were delicate and cold, and extremely white. Under the reflection of the snow light, the cyan veins on the back of her hands could be vaguely seen. "Aren't you going to let us see how much you drink? Are you leaving now?"
"Then you are talking," Feng Jun said lazily, "I have nothing to do, I just feel bored."
Zhou Xiaotong retracted her hand. She was a little annoyed, but finally broke the silence by herself, "What did Yuan Huapeng tell you about me?"
Feng Jun paused for a moment before speaking in a deep voice, "Endocrine disorder, orvegetative nervous disorder?"
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