Chapter 220: Angry director

Of course, it’s not just Xue Qian’s one. Those who have ever got Zhang Han’s songs have stood up. The news they sent, without exception, is all purple, although it’s not clear that the music tutor, But there is a ridicule in the words.
Zhang Han gave a total of fifty songs. Except for a little bit of understanding with the three tutors, nearly 40 other people all sent messages.
This time, Weibo can completely blow up the sky. In just a few hours, Hanyang angered the three mentors. This news went straight to the top of the list, even on all major search pages and headlines. When they arrived, their titles were varied:
‘The cold sun in the limelight is once again moving, but this time it’s not a song, but the three mentor who angered a certain music program on Jiangyuan TV. ’
‘Hanyang roared, Jiang Yuantai shivered for it, he was very purple, and the hero saved the beauty. ’
‘A few days later, Hanyang sent another message. Is this the beginning of a love story? ’
This time has already been hot, and those sensitive media have already borrowed this hot air. Although the content is the same, the title is a lot of fun. It is really eye-catching.
It was not until ten o'clock in the evening that the storm was getting worse.
What's more interesting is that some big-name stars have also sent meager news, some of them are very vague, and they only make people vaguely see what they mean, but some people are more direct, and the three satirists are positive. In their view, they can produce 50 whole songs in just a few days. That person must be talented. They are people who understand music. They have a good impression and expectation for Hanyang, and they hope to be with him. Cooperate with a song.
Secondly, they think that the evaluations of the three mentors are somewhat ridiculous. Although their music level is not high, they also understand some, and can evaluate so badly, which has already explained a big problem.
Under all kinds of considerations, they chose to add icing on the cake, and they all issued their own meager, but they also sucked a wave of powder.
At this time, the program group of Shangjing TV's "Happy Show" made an emergency video conference.
The director of the show looked at his notebook and told him:
"I have paid attention to the dynamics of the Xiajiangyuan TV station. Now almost all the nets are denying the three music instructors. Under the influence of Hanyang, it is really a storm."
"Yes, there are more and more people who support Ziyan. I just learned that Zixiao’s meager attention has already exceeded 10 million," said one of the men in white shirts.
"I really didn't think that this time things would be full of twists and turns, but I didn't even think that the cold sun talked with such power."
"It's a strange person, don't think about it. If the cold sun is through some simple propaganda, in the last few programs, it will directly win the best songwriter of this year."
People have a few words of mutual enthusiasm, and they have been shocked by the words of the cold sun.
"The Jiangyuan TV station is estimated to have a headache for a while." The director shook his head with a smile and said: "I announced a few things you should do as soon as possible. This happy show will be changed from the day after tomorrow to the normal tomorrow afternoon. Inform Zihuang and others to prepare the program, the program is recorded, give you two days to post-production, play directly on the weekend, put this week's program next week, we also want to take this heat in the hands.

"Ok."
"Yes."
Everyone nodded and started to work.
On the other end, the sable is in the hotel room.
The look of the two people completely relaxed, and Zhou Fei was in a good mood, watching the movie while watching the dynamics.
The sable is listening to the song quietly.
Ding......
Suddenly, Zhou Fei’s cell phone rang, and she picked up the phone. After a while, the phone hangs up and her face flashes a touch of color.
"Sister, good news, we are normal on this show, and we will start recording tomorrow afternoon."
"Oh." Zi Yan responded very lightly. Although the expression was still calm, there was still a happy time in the voice. She took out her mobile phone and dialed the number of Zhang Han directly:
"Hey, Zhang Han, tell you a good news. The show will start normally tomorrow afternoon. I will probably go back the day after tomorrow. And that cold sun, you know no, it’s a new songwriter with fifty songs. It’s super powerful. He actually stood up and helped me to talk. Now the situation is much better, hey? Why don’t you talk?"
"Amount..." Zhang Han smiled, slightly sinking, or told her not to be a chiller. At this time, he felt too deliberate. He liked the natural feeling of being in the water. So Zhang Han smiled and replied: "It's good."
"Hey! Perfunctory, don't talk to you, I want to chat with Meng Meng." Zi Yan snorted and expressed his dissatisfaction.
I said this on my mouth, but my heart is inexplicably wanting to talk a little with Zhang Han.
But who knows, Zhang Han is very straightforward to hand the phone to the bed to play.
"Oh, Ma Ma, I miss you..."
Zi Yan was too late to complain, heard the sound of Meng Meng, her eyes hung up and smiled, and chatted.
When I talked about the phone hanging at eleven o'clock, Meng Meng lay in Zhang Han's arms and listened to the story gradually falling asleep.
In the dead of night, most people rested and fell asleep, but the three fat men could not sleep.
At this time they gathered in the glasses of the man's home, sitting in the chair of the living room, the tea did not think about the rice, and looked like a face.
"I really want him to be a dog. How can things develop into this? There are quite a lot of people who have supported us. Now the whole network is swearing at us, and the helpers we have been looking for before. The meager news is all special." Delete, still ridiculed, is really enough, just because the chilly meager? How is he so arrogant? What stuff is this!" The flat man said very troublesome.
"Oh." The glasses boy sneered, said: "Sorry, he is so arrogant, a meager news is to let so many people talk about it, others are so explosive! This is the reality! What do you say now? Can you solve the problem?"
"What did I say?" The flat-headed man’s eyes screamed. "We are here from the special afternoon to the middle of the night. What method did you come up with? Is it because of this thing? Work?"
"How? Lay on me? Money is faster than anyone else, now blame me? Are you funny?" said the anger of the glasses.
"Who is funny? How to make a cultural person all day, and also make suggestions..."
Seeing that the two had to quarrel, the obese man slammed the table and screamed: "Don't be fucking, no matter what time? Is there a mood?"
After he finished, he ignited a cigarette for himself. He took two irritated sighs and said: "There is no way to think about it now. I can only wait. This volatility is estimated to be one or two days. What should we do? Don't bother, mom, wait for a chance, clean up and clean up the cold sun!"
"Oh, that's all."
The two sighed and didn't feel like they were quarreling. They were silent.
They feel that this matter will be settled in a day or two. After all, there are too many things happening in the entertainment circle, and people's eyes are attracted. This is the end.
However, they did not expect that, after the early hours of the morning, the hot search list refreshed, and the news that the ‘Chenyang angered the three mentor’s still dominated the list.
Nothing in the night, the next morning.
When obese men arrived at the company, almost everyone passing by saw their eyes look a little inexplicable.
This made the three people feel very uncomfortable, came to the studio, and recorded the program normally.
In the TV station, their direct supervisor, Deputy Director Zheng, was called to the conference room.
In the conference room, sitting on the head of the station and other high-level TV stations, about twelve or three people, the face of the director is a bit low, it can be seen that his celebration is not good.
"The people will start the meeting and start."
The director is about 50 years old, and some are bald. At this time, his expression is very serious:
"This meeting is mainly about the program "Music Fluttering". The incident about the two days of the purple singer, the deputy director of the horse, please give me a reasonable explanation, the three If the tutor is not mistaken, I would recommend it. Why would you give such a bad evaluation?"
"This..." Ma’s deputy director was questioned like this. Some of them did not come to Taiwan. He secretly bit his lower jaw and replied: "The director, these three tutors were originally senior musicians, engaged in the industry.. ...."
"I don't want to hear this. Didn't you understand my question?" The chieftain frowned and said: "I was asking why they gave such inexplicable evaluation!"
"How do I know this? Director, do you want to call them three and ask you personally?" The face of Ma’s deputy director could not be hanged.
Although the official level is crushing the dead, but the deputy director of the horse also has his own backing and refuge, he does not fear the director.
Others, some of them are overwhelmed by this momentum. The directors and deputy directors of Taiwan are the two highest-ranking people in the TV station. The two are in a tit-for-tat relationship, so they can’t even say that they are afraid to bring their anger to themselves. Body.
"Let me ask myself? Hehehe." The director smiled and smiled and shook his head. He picked up the paper on the table and said to himself: "Yesterday, since the cold sun was meager, it will be this matter." Thoroughly speculated, after nearly 50 people, such as Xue Qian, the number of people paying attention to this incident is as high as 80 million! What is this concept?"
"Last night, a lot of netizens went to the three tutors to whisper and commented, they ignored it. What happened? Our TV station official v bombed, more than 10 million messages, all were condemned! The result, you are present. Didn't one inform me that I thought things were going down? I tell you, as of now, I got the news that the Radio and Television Bureau has received no more than one million reports!"
Speaking of this, the director’s face was furious, and he slammed the paper in his hand on the table. He screamed:
What are you doing? What can you press down? It’s ok to let them know what the tutor admits. Do you have to tell me about this?"