Interstellar entertainment desert? best producer shot

Xu Zhiyong browsed the comments on the optical computer with satisfaction.

"Ouyang Lan, Ouyang Lan, so what if you are talented? Don't you still have to be stepped on by me in the end?"

He took the trouble to read every bad comment about Ouyang Lan, as if these were the highest praise for him.

Xu Zhiyong's wife looked numbly at her frantic husband, shook her head and sighed slightly.

"Why are you sighing? Do you look down on me too?" Xu Zhiyong cursed angrily.

"I'm leaving, take good care of yourself." Mao Qian dragged her suitcase to the door and said sideways: "Stop it early, you are too extreme."

Xu Zhiyong was stunned for a moment, and then cursed angrily: "Get out! Get out of here! If you get out, don't come back! I will be a big producer soon. If you want to leave, just leave!"

Seeing Xu Zhiyong's demonic appearance, Mao Qian turned around and left without any hesitation.

Xu Zhiyong didn't expect that his wife would leave without hesitation. He subconsciously took a few steps forward, and then suppressed his emotions.

Just a woman who looks down on herself...just leave...

Xu Zhiyong stood there for a long time, his eyes touching the flashing light brain on his wrist, and he showed a sinister expression again.

Ouyang Lan! You must be crushed to death by me!

Ouyang Lan sneezed, and Jiang Yanzhou on the side asked with concern: "Are you feeling uncomfortable? Do you want to go to the medical warehouse?"

"No, no, it's too exaggerated." Ouyang Lan shook his head like a rattle.

Jiang Yanzhou said with a natural expression: "Is this an exaggeration? If you feel unwell, you should use the medical cabin."

"It's just a sneeze..." Ouyang Lan said nonchalantly.

Diamond blue eyes stared at Ouyang Lan intently. After staring for a long time, the tenderness in his eyes seemed to be drowning.

Ouyang Lan couldn't resist, and his fair face was stained with a thin layer of powder.

"It's me who has caused trouble this time." Jiang Yanzhou said guiltily: "Your IP was dug out when you were live broadcasting at my home. I used this IP to appear in the live broadcast room of the Xingzhou Film and Television press conference. My opponents at Xingzhou Film and Television want to You want to target me, but it’s you who gets scolded.”

Ouyang Lan shook his head and said sincerely: "That Xu Zhiyong has made it clear that he has a connection with me, and if I hadn't exposed you during this live broadcast, you wouldn't have been implicated. You have to say that it was me who implicated you."

"Then don't give in." Jiang Yanzhou gestured to stop: "I will handle this matter."

Ouyang Lan thought that he was just waiting for Xu Zhiyong's account to be logged into the system to add fuel to the fire.

None of these monsters and demons can escape.

Xu Zhiyong took advantage of Xingwang to vent his inner depression through his trumpet account, and the system easily logged into his account during the gap.

After Xu Zhiyong finished crying about his emotional difficulties, he was extremely horrified to find that a large section of content had been posted on his account.

His deal with Yunchuang Film and Television was revealed in public, and it was through 'himself'!

"How could this happen?" Xu Zhiyong answered the call with trembling hands and was scolded bloody by the person in charge of Yunchuang Film and Television.

"...What on earth are you doing? You, a loser, deserve not to get ahead!"

Then the communication was hung up without mercy.

Xu Zhiyong's eyes were scarlet, and he clenched the corner of the table tightly. He roared and lifted up the surrounding furniture, making a mess in the relatively tidy cabin.

There was a knock on the door, and AI's emotionless voice came through the loudspeaker: "FBI, please open the door."

Xu Zhiyong opened his legs dejectedly, he was finished.

……

"He sent the evidence himself?" Jiang Yanzhou's tone rose and he asked in confusion: "Is he possessed?"

"Just be happy, now the situation has completely turned to our side." Jiang Xingchuan laughed and said meaningfully: "It seems that we are going to have a new building."

"Xu Yishi wants to buy more than one building?" Jiang Yanzhou flipped through the documents in his hand idly: "The company doesn't need me at all."

"But I can find you something to do." Jiang Xingchuan said with a sullen face, "I'll save you from wanting to go back to the army."

Jiang Yanzhou's remaining respect for his brother made him resist the urge to roll his eyes.

"I knew you didn't have anything nice to say, so I hung up."

Jiang Yanzhou was spinning his pen, bored out of his mind, dealing with the work his brother had specially prepared for him.

General manager, a position that feels like nothing much but actually has a lot going on.

Jiang Yanzhou looked through the documents expressionlessly while sending a message to Ouyang Lan to complain:

"There are so many things to do... I want to eat the food you cooked."

"You can have it at noon, just be patient a little longer." Ouyang Lan replied instantly.

Jiang Yanzhou replied in surprise, "Why haven't you started production at this point?"

Normally, Ouyang Lan would go back to the holographic cabin and concentrate on making the work after having a meal with Jiang Yanzhou, so Jiang Yanzhou just wanted to amuse himself and complain at first.

"The Institute of Ancient Architecture invited me to visit, and the Institute of Ancient Crops also invited me before. The two institutes happen to be very close, and I plan to go out and have a look." Ouyang Lan replied.

"Come back early and pay attention to safety." Jiang Yanzhou ordered.

"Okay (fat bunny meme)."

Ouyang Lan sat on the hover car prepared for him by the system and enjoyed the scenery.

Ouyang Lan saw from the navigation that the residences of himself and Jiang Yanzhou were probably in the city center, while the institute was located in the suburbs.

The hover car driven by a robot stopped smoothly at the entrance of the institute.

Sure enough, only the military school's special bus was particularly exciting... When Ouyang Lan thought of the last time he took the school bus, he seemed to still feel the unstoppable churn in his stomach.

There was a young man in a coat standing at the door of the Ancient Crops Research Institute and the Ancient Architecture Research Institute. The two stared at each other eagerly, and smiled again when they walked up to Ouyang Lan.

"Mr. Ouyang, go to our Institute of Ancient Crops first. There are some steps in the list you made last time that we want to discuss with you." The baby-faced young man said first.

The blue-haired young man, who looked annoyed because he had been taken advantage of, quickly said: "Mr. Ouyang, the director of our Institute of Ancient Architecture has been waiting for you for a long time..."

Ouyang Lan looked at the two people in front of him with embarrassment, "How about I first..."

"Let's decide the outcome with 'that'!" the blue-haired young man said with a stern face.

The baby-faced young man who had been arguing with the blue-haired young man just now was slightly startled, "Are you sure?"

The blue-haired young man nodded, and the baby-faced young man also became serious: "Then let's get started."

Ouyang Lan watched the showdown between the two with interest.

How do interstellar people make decisions?

The blue-haired young man was so angry that he yelled: "Stone!"

"Scissors!" The baby-faced young man immediately answered.

"Bu!" The two shouted together.

The blue-haired youth produced a rock, and the baby-faced youth produced scissors.

"Okay, you win." The baby-faced young man said with a frustrated look.

Ouyang Lan asked dumbfounded: "You just want to decide the outcome like this?"

Where are the promised interstellar people? If it weren't for the naturally pure hair color, he would have doubted that he would still be in China.

"This is an ancient tradition of a large country on the home planet." The blue-haired young man said with pride.

The baby-faced young man echoed: "The crystallization of the wisdom of the ancients."