The most ruthless krypton gold anchor

Chapter 23 Next, look at me
Speaking with Wu Wei's face, there was a direct response, and the sunny smile in the short video was healthy and positive.

Speaking of Wu Wei's non-professional background, he also had a direct response. The short video of sweating in the dance practice room is a reward for hard work.

Now it’s a way to blacken you without a bottom line. What you want is to wash off the heat on your body and let some of the fans who started to like you take off their fans.

Anyone with a discerning eye can tell that this is the behavior of the people around him, at least it is written by someone who was very familiar with him before. Otherwise, it would be impossible to have so many life photos, and it would be impossible to have the photos taken next to Wu Wei's live broadcast.

The last emoticon pack has a large-scale coverage and lethality over a long period of time. It is likely to still exist in a year or two. At that time, no one may know Wu Wei. The emoticons still exist.

I left 3 yuan for my parents so that they don't have to worry about themselves. They didn't care much about the Internet before, but recently they have learned to watch short videos and find news about their son online. Early in the morning, Wu Jianping and his wife covered up their worries and gave their son a peaceful smile.

"It's okay, Mom and Dad, you should go to work. The Internet is like this. Some people envy and hate you, and there will be such and such bad things. You also read it. It's just that I am angry. Some people feel uncomfortable. gone."

Wu Jianping and Wei Shuping didn't say much about leaving for work. Their trust in their son may be more like pampering in the eyes of others. Over the years, their education has been like this. If their son says he can do it, they are willing to believe that his son can do it.

Over the years, although his son has not had much promise as everyone said, he has never made the family worry about it.His independence and self-reliance did not succeed, it only proved one thing, even if he didn't make a lot of money, he could still live on his own ability.

It is enough for the family to provide a safe haven for the son.

Wu Wei was left alone at home, instead of going to work, he turned on his laptop and searched for information on the Internet. After searching for a long time, he didn't get what he wanted, and he murmured with a smile: "It's really not popular. "

He took out his mobile phone, thought about it, and sent a message. Then, he packed up and left home with his laptop on his back.

On the edge of the residential area of ​​the railway family, there is a billiard hall that has existed for many years. The yard of the bungalow was built as a self-built house, close to the street.

It is said to be a billiard hall, but the inside is actually all-encompassing. The large game hall is gradually withdrawing from the stage of history. There are still more than a dozen machines scattered around the edge of the pool table.

There is also a room with more than [-] computers inside, and a sunshade is set up near the street outside. Some cold drinks and sorbets are sold in such weather.In the evening, the projection TV is placed outside, a stove is set up to sell some skewers, some side dishes and a place to drink, occasionally there is a ball game, and the place will be extraordinarily lively.

This is like a gathering place for young people and half-children in the residential area of ​​the railway family. The adults of every family have come here to catch the children at home, and they have also quarreled with the boss here who is blushing and thick-necked. Playing here, in a few days, you don’t need to be surprised to see adults playing chess and poker here with the help of other people’s lights.

In the morning, it was not a student holiday, and the billiard hall was very quiet. There was only an old woman at the door, sitting under a parasol, watching the cold drink stand, and taking care of the business inside.

"Grandma Wang, bring me four, and two bottles of soda."

Draft beer mugs, four balls of cream-flavored sorbet, two bottles of old-fashioned soda that I have been drinking since I was a child, and sorbet soaked in soda.

"Wu Wei, they said you were on TV?" The old lady was sitting here 20 years ago, and she is still there now.

"No way, Grandma Wang, what kind of TV is on, just a few videos posted on the Internet."

The old lady didn't understand, she shook her head, continued to listen to the opera box, sat in the old but comfortable chair, moved the angle of the parasol, and put half of her body in the sun to get warm.

Not long after, a taxi stopped by the side of the road. Zhou Xin got out of the car with a sad face, looked around, and strode up to Wu Wei: "Why are you sitting outside?"

Wu Wei said with a smile: "On our side, this small street, if an outsider comes, will he know?"

Zhou Xin sat down and greeted the old lady: "Grandma Wang, two balls and a bottle of soda."

After hesitating for a while, I explained to Wu Wei: "Some of my photos are stored in the computer in the studio, and they..."

Wu Wei stopped him, signaling that he didn't need to explain: "I want to ask you to do me a favor."

Zhou Xin was stunned for a few seconds: "Say it."

Wu Wei: "I remember that there are videos of Wang Kun's live broadcast. I don't want the latest one. You can't touch his new computer. I want the old one."

Zhou Xin: "What are you going to do?"

Wu Wei: "Well, wait until I respond online, and see if I've been stigmatized by his wave. If not, you can decide whether to help. I remember that the video materials used to be stored in mobile hard drives, like Stack them in the cabinet of his live broadcast room, take them out overnight or for a few hours, it’s not a big problem, you help me copy as many as possible.”

Zhou Xin was eating ice cream soaked in soda, lowered his head, and didn't speak for a long time, and Wu Wei didn't rush him.

After a while, Zhou Xin looked up: "I don't believe you don't blame me."

Wu Wei waved his hand: "That doesn't matter, it doesn't matter whether those photos were provided by you, or you said he secretly took them from your computer, it doesn't matter. The benefits I promised, I will take you to help you, let your' Slow tone', has 20 fans."

Zhou Xin gritted his teeth and said, "Not enough."

Wu Wei stared at him and sneered: "It's okay, at least you still believe that I will keep my promise."

"No matter how you say it, it's all about being small. You can't look up and look down. People don't kill for themselves. I believe that your character and I have to think about myself. This doesn't conflict."

"20 fans is a lot. You should know that slow music will be popular. You should also know that many of the gold medal artists are regretting it. In addition, Wang Kun's contract has loopholes. You can find a lawyer at will , take a good look, there is no problem breaking away from him, as you said, people don't kill themselves for their own sake."

Zhou Xin lit a cigarette and looked at the railway house not far away. After a long time, he said, "I want another 20. Don't refuse. I know that it is not difficult for you to make money now, and I also know what kind of video you are looking for."

Wu Wei nodded: "Yes."

Zhou Xin stood up: "Remember, you are the one who survived this negative environment."

Wu Wei suddenly smiled and said, "Zhou Xin, you haven't looked at me since you came here."

Zhou Xin frowned at the inexplicable sentence. It is true that he felt a little guilty before, especially in the place where he ran and played together every day when he was young, and where he hid from his parents when he was in middle school. Friendship is here.

Looking at the past, Zhou Xin's face soon showed shock: "You, your face..."

Wu Wei raised his head to let him see more clearly: "How is it? It's much better."

Zhou Xin nodded: "I see, I'm waiting to see your response."

Watching Zhou Xin leave with firm footsteps, walking from the small street to the main street to take a taxi, Wu Wei admitted that what Zhou Xin said was right, he wanted to get more resources under the fence, so that he could get better in the anchor business , Faxiao can be used to sell, not to mention just some life photos, he did not deny it, enough to let Wu Weigao take a look.

Next, look at mine.

　Here I am again, the gurgling brooks converge into a river, one recommendation ticket and one monthly pass, thank you too!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)