Chapter 33: chapter 33

That night, the first one of the hot search entries on Weibo# Jing! President Ji's going to the back door? ##
The second one is-#Are you qualified for the m-tree art gallery? 「狗头」#
Two microblogs, one after the other, suppressed the birthday hot searches of a third-line star.
The people who eat melons are not clear, so the Ji Group is well known to women and children. What is the m-tree art museum?
Fans of a certain third-tier star are almost crying, and Zaozai is almost stunned at first sight, finally seized an opportunity, public relations are strong, birthday is properly ranked first in the hot search, the next Weibo promoting variety shows is not yet When it was sent out, it was pushed to the second place by the president's hot search. In less than half an hour, m-tree's hot search airborne, and the popularity dropped directly to third.
Everyone is going to eat the president's melon, who cares about which star celebrates his birthday.
The people who eat melons watched for a long time and found that the two hot searches are related.
President Ji wanted to go through the back door, but was ruthlessly rejected by the m-tree owner-no! Row!
Although the owner of m-tree is not afraid of power, the people who eat melon seem to have seen the desolate scene of m-tree art gallery closed and weeds growing in front of the museum.
[Who is the owner of this m-tree art museum? 】
[I’m even more curious about how awesome this museum is, the museum that hundreds of billions of presidents want to go to see through the back door~]
[Emmm, I went to answer the test paper...too difficult! Farewell! 】
[Only I think the CEO is so cute? Novels are deceptive! What about the good cold and ruthless iceberg face? ? ? 】
[Little sister upstairs, have you read novels seriously? Gao Leng's ruthless Bingshan face is for the female partner, not the heroine! 】
Soon, the owner of the m-tree was the president's fiancee.
The comments turned instantly, and the popularity rose again.
[I'm sour, I dare not act like this on TV. 】
[Today is another day to weep for the beautiful love, why am I solo? 】
[What a love story of a fairy and a wealthy family, my teeth hurt so much. 】
[Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, it is so sweet, sweeter than my cp! 】
[Miss sister is so cruel and ruthless, do you think the president will teach her severely when he goes home at night? 】
This comment attracted the attention of countless people eating melons.
[Hahahahaha, are you trying to laugh at me to inherit my Taobao building? 】
[Awsl, I have already made up that picture! 】
[Ahhhhh, groundhog screaming]
Of course, Tang Ci's fans have red eyes to kill. They madly paste and copy Xiaobaicai's Weibo in the comment area, scolding Tang Shumi for having problems with her character since she was a child, and her behavior is vicious...
Many passers-by had heard of Jiang Zhili's name, but had never heard of Tang Ci.
I thought it was an 18-line broken internet celebrity who came to rub the heat of the beautiful love between the president and the young lady.
Ji's official blog only posts topics related to the group industry, and it is the first time to post a private blog.
Jiang Zhili's big fan didn't dare to take people off the stage rashly. Let alone ruin the goodwill of passers-by, Jiang Zhili's Apple Entertainment was under the name of Ji's name. Once he ended, Jiang Zhili might be blocked by Xue Zang.
Tang Shumi had long thought that the way m-tree entered the venue by examination would definitely be popular, but she did not expect it to be in this way.
Ji Linchen...
She was quite sure that this Weibo was definitely not posted by Ji Linchen himself.
At most, Ji Linchen instructed the operation department to give a thumbs-up. The president wanted to go through the back door. The person who posted this Weibo was really an operation ghost.
Tang Shumi walked out of the office to the end of the corridor and dialed Ji Linchen.
"Didn't you say that you didn't interfere?" Her voice was a little bit irritating, but the corners of her mouth couldn't help but rise.
It was very quiet there, and after a while, a clean and clear voice sounded.
"In a meeting, I will call you later."
Tang Shumi froze in place, covering her mouth and whispered: "Ah? I don't know, then I hang up, you continue!"
Hanging up the phone, Tang Shumi went to the office, preparing to ask Xu Mingzhu to have dinner together.
It's really strange. Didn't Ji Linchen mute the phone to Zhao Yan at all meetings?
The conference hall of the Ji's branch building was silent.
The president, who was very serious about his work, actually answered the phone in public.
Two minutes ago, President Ji was still furious and stern about the missing details of the contract.
After answering the call, the voice suddenly became milder by several degrees.
Everyone in the conference hall was stunned and watched blankly as the president took out his mobile phone from his trouser pocket, pressed it to his ear, raised his right palm, and made a pause gesture.
Then he said very tenderly: "In a meeting, I will call you later."
In fact, it's not that gentle, but compared with the cold tone of anger just now, one is in the sky and the other is underground.
Senior women attended the meeting.
Immediately, he took out the phone quietly, clicked on the WeChat group, and typed blindly under the table.
Who can believe it? President Ji turned out to be a spoiled wife!
Zhao Yan stood aside, with an expression of "you have never seen the world", looking at the dumbfounded high-level people in the conference hall, with a smile on his mouth.
Since the last time the church boss released the love package, the cell phone has not been kept by him.
Once, after the boss finished making a work call, he stretched out his hand naturally.
Ji Linchen glanced at him lightly, and put the phone back into his pocket blankly.
Zhao Yan:...
His expression at the time was even more exciting than those present at the top.
When the boss is dealing with official duties in the office, he will look at his mobile phone every half an hour.
Without Miss Tang’s WeChat, the boss would put down the phone and continue working; if there is, the corner of the boss’s mouth would be slightly raised, holding the phone and chatting with Miss Tang.
He looked serious, just like his nephew with a mobile phone playing games.
The chat time is also determined by Miss Tang. If Miss Tang does not want to chat, the boss will continue to work; if Miss Tang wants to keep chatting, the boss will stay with her to the end.
Then work overtime at night to handle official duties.
These are all what Zhao Yan has observed recently.
The boss is no longer the ruthless boss.
Zhao Yan sighed. Isn't Du Mu's poem called "One ride Hongchen concubine laughs, no one knows that it is litchi"?
The boss is almost there too. The roses that were transported by air last night were as good as lychees.
"The little white lotus of Tang porcelain must be itchy now." Xu Mingzhu waved a knife and fork, as if she was about to swallow Tang porcelain alive, "She will wait for the broken art museum to close down. The ticket price was 2w yesterday. Today, the scalpers in Moments are sold at 50% off."
Xu Mingzhu cut the steak, disgustingly said: "Only her true love powder will spend money to see it."
Tang Shumi shook her head: "Not many of her fans will go."
"Why?" Xu Mingzhu stopped putting the steak into his mouth.
Fans of Tang porcelain have been brainwashed into stupid people, and there is no reason not to go to the cooking museum.
Tang Shumi analyzed carefully: "Tang porcelain fans are all 16 or 17-year-old young girls who are all in school. How many of them will come to see the exhibition for 1w?"
"What you said is very reasonable." Xu Mingzhu thought, "How do you know that her fan is a 16 or 17-year-old girl?"
Tang Shumi said: "Only girls will go to fans to hold the title of genius painter, but they are liars who wear fairies on Weibo all day long."
They have not entered society, do not understand the reality of the world, and like to chase what they think is beautiful, sprinkle it with sacred light, and regard it as their own belief.
What they love is not Tang Ci, but her perfect personality.
Xu Mingzhu said happily, "Knocking on the nun's mother, I finally let out a breath of malice."
Seeing Tang Shumi, she didn't respond much, and hated iron for nothing. "Shumi, how can you be such a Buddha? Hurry up and have fun with me!"
Tang Shumi chewed the food slowly and asked her, "What's so happy about?"
"Of course I am happy that we crushed the Tang Ci Napo Art Museum."
Tang Shumi said softly: "What's so happy about this?"
Xu Mingzhu was surprised: "Isn't this worthy of happiness?!"
Tang Shumi said indifferently: "It's not worth it."
"Then what is it worth?"
Tang Shumi raised her eyes and said without delay, "The art museum closed down, and Tang Ci rolled out of Jiangcheng."
Her voice was faint, but she was cold.
Xu Mingzhu was stunned for a while, then put down the knife and patted her chest, "I support you! Tang Ci should have gotten out of Jiangcheng long ago. I feel sick when I see her."
"How are you going to let her go?" Xu Mingzhu asked her.
Tang Shumi looked at her: "Just lie down and roll."
Xu Mingzhu: "..."
Xu Mingzhu: Sister, you are awesome!
"What happened back then has to be clarified. She stole your painting to participate in the competition and deserved to be slapped." Xu Mingzhu frowned.
Tang Shumi nodded: "Of course."
"Can you find evidence now?" Xu Mingzhu asked.
Tang Shumi shook her head: "No."
She tore up the painting on the spot, and the time has passed so long, it is not easy.
"When you created that painting, did anyone see or know it?"
Tang Shumi still shook her head.
Xu Mingzhu grimaced, "What should I do?"
Tang Shumi blinked her eyes and said calmly: "Don't be in a hurry, it will be straight when the boat reaches the bridge."
Xu Mingzhu nodded, unable to find evidence, and rushed out to say that the painting was Tang Shumi's work.
Not only will no one believe it, but it is also easy to be mocked by the entire network.
Tang Shumi only ate five minutes full, put down the tableware and waited for Xu Mingzhu.
She habitually picked up the phone and clicked on Weibo.
Since m-tree's official blog started operating, she spent several times more time browsing Weibo than reading art magazines.
The two hot searches are still at the forefront, and the popularity is only increasing.
She wanted to open that one—#Scream! President Ji wants to go to the back door#
Sweep to the comment area.
Tang Shumi slipped her hand, and the phone dropped to the ground with a crisp "bang".
She bent over and picked up the phone, the screen shattered into snowflakes, showing the top comment without any influence.
[Escape]: Miss Sister is so cruel and ruthless, do you think the president will teach her severely when he goes home at night?
Among the screams of countless groundhogs, the first reply was the most eye-catching, with only a simple word plus a period.
[Ji's Group]: Yes.
Tang Shumi:...
A few minutes later, Weibo was paralyzed.