I’m Walking the Career Line In Dog Blood

    The basement of a certain city, the headquarters of a network of navy gangs.

    This time the hot search on 'Kinong Crying Miserably' is the result of their studio's battle.

    In just a few hours, before most night cat netizens started their nightlife, they first associated the name 'Ko Yinong' with 'selling miserable'. It was very successful, fully meeting the requirements of the gold master, and even exceeding it.

    The head of the navy put down the cola with ice in his hand and his work partner Instant Noodle Jun: "You still have little experience. Before the paper media era, I was really calling for wind and rain."

    People in the media miss that era, manipulating the situation and controlling the mouthpiece.

     "Teacher, tell me, according to this trend, when will Ke Yinong finish playing? I think his company is too busy to take care of itself, I guess it will be soon."

    However, the head of the navy is not very optimistic: "Nowadays, the audience has also learned to be smart. Before the real hammer, the most incendiary, it will not end easily. If you want to completely get rid of this front traffic, unless you come out The black history that cannot be washed away, and it is a real hammer, it is best to enter the venue officially.”

    In the final analysis, in the Internet age, everyone is a self-media, and it is not as easy as before for them to manipulate public opinion.

    "Official admission? That's not easy."

    The head of the navy spit out a mouthful of carbon dioxide with a face of vicissitudes: "Isn't it? Times have changed, and our life is not easy to get along."

    After the navy's set of pink and black combination punches, Ke Yinong's few passerby fans (non-face fans) were cleaned up again. The little popularity condensed by the live broadcast is like a small flame in the wind, which is about to go out.

    "I liked him at first because of his high-spirited look when he stood on the stage and sang, but he can't sing anymore. Since what I liked is long gone, why should I force it?" said the self-proclaimed fan.

    "What fans! They are all brothers of formaldehyde—fake fans! Real idols and fake idols can't be recognized." The system jumped angrily, "What is the company doing? rubbish!"

    "Calm down, calm down, the more serious you are, the more you will be defeated." The client An Yinong calmly comforted the pepper-colored system, and he was even in the mood to sharpen a pencil .

    There was nothing to do at night, An Yinong decided to reward himself a little free time and use it to paint.

    "Has the host not realized that he is Ke Yinong?" The system said, "Can this kind of thing be tolerated?" If it happened to An Yinong himself, how could he still be so calm?

    An Yinong smiled and said nothing. He just continued to sharpen the pencils with the utility knife, leaving a long lead for each one.

    There is an easel in front of him, a piece of sketching paper is fixed on the easel with pushpins, and seven or eight sharpened pens, as well as paper and charcoal strips, are placed on the easel. These are just bought, there is a large supermarket near the hotel.

    The entertainment industry is really hiding dragons and crouching tigers, and the psychological quality and ability of the host can only be a vase. This industry must have extremely strict selection criteria for the word 'vase'.

    "Don't worry, no one will starve to death in this age."

    "Is it okay to be misunderstood?"

    "So you want to come out and scold me? I've been at a disadvantage since they believed that I'm 'everyday complaining about myself like a heroine of a bitter drama'."

    An Yinong knows very well the mentality of the people behind the scenes at the moment. After all, the weak jumping up and down but unable to resist is really 'cute'.

    "Furthermore," An Yinong put down the utility knife, put it away, then picked up the pen and began to shape, "I shouldn't be in charge of this kind of thing, otherwise what should the company do?"

    The system also asked: "Then it doesn't matter now, what should I do?"

    An Yinong didn't answer, he just focused on painting.

    Seeing this, the system stopped talking. It came over and squatted on An Yinong's shoulder to see what he wanted to draw.

    He drew a bird that was pierced through the heart by an arrow. The bird opened its mouth and was singing. Its eyes were black and it seemed to be alive.

    The system feels a kind of creepy, black and white sketch, but it makes people feel the taste of fate bestowed by misfortune and the struggle of living beings. It couldn't take its sight away from the bird's eyes, it was as black as night and as bright as stars.

    From a purely technical point of view, this painting is only medium and high, but the important thing in art is always the core of expression, that is, the spirit. Therefore, the system believes that this is a masterpiece.

    "You really can draw."

    An Yinong shook his head, did not talk about painting, and turned to answer the previous question: "Personal power cannot change the environment, and pure venting anger is useless. Like this bird, I, Just the most insignificant member of the forest."

    "You mean you're too weak to do anything?"

    "No," An Yinong turned his head, "I mean, if I have done my best and things still don't improve, then the environment must be wrong, so this tree is not good for me. You can find another one. If the company can’t solve this matter, let’s change the company.”

    The "..." system stays there: is that how you believe the general manager believes in the company?

    Not long, around nine o'clock in the evening, An Yinong's company threw out a series of evidence, the evidence showed that today's hot search incident was done by others, and it was an operation routine of cheating and pretending to be loyal.

    This attracted some attention for Aynon.

    Because they are very curious, what is the hatred and hatred, and others have to spend money to buy hot searches to kill him.

    The general manager, who has been in the office for sixteen hours, pinched his nose, and there was a cup of freshly brewed coffee on the table.

    The general manager knows who is doing the trick, Zhang Ruojun's debut mode with blood and rain has been decided, he and Ke Yinong can only have an endless relationship.

    In fact, Zhang Ruojun is nothing to be afraid of.

     Today's traffic people are like disposable consumables produced by a workshop. They have a beautiful face, a complete personality, and a complete packaging marketing model behind them.

    Zhang Ruojun is one of the successful products.

    The vitality of traffic is only three or five years at most, because they do not have the ability to stand for a long time.

    This ability does not refer to popularity, but refers to the ability to work as an artist, such as singing, acting, and variety show ability. It is also the 'confidence' that the general manager hopes to see in 'Ke Yinong'.

    The dirty water is now clean, but the situation is still not optimistic. Unless Ko Yinong puts his death to life and emerges from the past model, the future...

    He flipped his phone, and his fingertips stayed on the X letter page, where there was a message sent by that person not long ago: "Thank you Brother Lu, the medicine is very effective."

    The medicine was delivered not long ago, can it take effect so quickly?

    The general manager took off his glasses, like taking off a mask, revealing his true inner self: "I believe you can do your best."

    Because of this belief, the general manager did not do anything superfluous. 'Kinong' knows what he is doing, he has his own arrangements, and the seemingly well-intentioned intervention of outsiders may not lead to good results.

    Open another page, the general manager started the real office today, that is his industry, not the small entertainment company on the bright side.

    "Waiting for five years, now that the prey has entered the net, when will the boss come back?" The special assistant in the distance always felt that he still knew him, but he couldn't understand the recent things.

    "Not yet. I'm waiting for a suitable time. Everything will be taken care of before the end of the month." The general manager has his own ideas.

    "I thought you were for someone, people in show business are always attractive."

    "...You think too much." The general manager took a sip of bitter coffee, "There is no such person."

    A five-star hotel in a neighboring province.

    "Pop." An Yinong turned off the phone, "It's nine o'clock, it's time to go to bed."

    The system squinted its eyes at its host, its host sleeps early and wakes up late, and sleeps soundly for ten hours out of twenty-four hours a day.

     "Hey, host, what's the matter with you and that Tao Ran?"

    "Quiet, I'm going to bed, there's a tough battle tomorrow."

    The effect of today's live broadcast far exceeded his expectations, giving "I'm Really a Star" a good start. An Yinong sincerely hopes that this kind of luck can continue to the live broadcast tomorrow.

    "Wait, host, you haven't answered yet, what's the matter with you and that Tao Ran?" What's the use of being so good to a rival, and unable to complete the task. If the host had such patience and tenderness towards the scumbag, the scumbag would have been taken down long ago.

    "As you can see, a good relationship." An Yinong, who closed his eyes, replied casually.

    The system thinks about the experience of the day, and it is in its heart: Guess I believe it or not?

    An Yinong opened his eyes and said lazily:

    "What are you worried about? He and I have always maintained a safe social distance, and after this variety show, there are not many opportunities to meet again. So be sincere when we get along, what's the problem?"

    "Woohoo." The phone beside the pillow vibrated twice, and a text message came, it was an unfamiliar number.

    "It's so late..." In the next second, An Yinong's eyes widened. A photo appeared on his phone of a man lying on a stretcher, unconscious and bleeding from his mouth.

    "Fuck!" The system was also startled, "What is this?"

    Ann's eyes stared at the blood on the picture, his world was quiet, pictures and memories were intertwined.

    "Host? What's wrong with you?" The system felt a little wrong.

    An Yinong blinked his eyes sharply, and laughed angrily: "It's a photo of the original owner being poisoned and sent to the hospital. Someone is in a hurry. Help me check this number."

    Use this to stimulate him, who is it? Is it the one who poisoned the original owner, or the one who doesn't want him to return to the stage when he is not pleasing to the eye?

    "No matter who I am, the more famous I am, the more detrimental it is to that person. If I become someone who can't be bothered, the truth that was once covered up will automatically be delivered to the door." An Yinong said from Not forgetting this matter, not only for the original owner, but also for himself.

    "This is a foreign number." The system checked it, its head erected in anger, and filled with righteous indignation, "Who did it? Is it because you want to engage the host's mentality? What does the host think? Do it? Pick it up and put it on the Internet?"

    "I will call the police when the live broadcast ends tomorrow."

    Get used to the system where the hosts use black technology to seek revenge: "...The host is really conscious."

    The author has something to say:

    An Yinong: Living and dying with the tree? If this tree doesn't work, replace it with another tree.

    Lu Yu: Disrupting plans for others? There is no such person.