The ghost king wants to walk the road of flowers

The window of the meeting room was open, and a gust of wind suddenly poured in, sending powder into Haiyou's yawning mouth.

Haiyou made two "poofs", turned his lips and wiped them with his hands: "What flew in?"

From time to time, a piece of powder floated down from the sky outside the window, and Xuemi let out a "wow": "Then what is floating there?"

Five people ran to the window beside them, leaning on the window sill, poking their heads out and looking up.

The sun was so strong that the eyes of several people could not be opened slightly, and they could not see very clearly.Xuemi barely opened her eyelids to the maximum: "There is a female student on the top floor, who seems to be holding a box in her hand."

Everyone stretched out their hands to cover the sunlight, and Rao Xuan saw that the female student grabbed a handful of powder from the box and threw it down with a dead face.

At this moment, they heard a man downstairs shouting heart-piercingly, "He's spreading my mother's ashes! Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"

Vice President Qian, who was wearing sunglasses, stood downstairs and roared with his mouth wide open. If the two assistants around him hadn't stopped him, he would have bumped his head against the ground.

Xue Mi's pupils dilated: "Not good. Our Vice President Qian's mother's ashes were thrown away."

Haiyou's face turned pale immediately, he vomited, and ran out of the conference room covering his mouth.

The heavy bang of "bang, bang, bang" came from the parking lot outside the company's flower garden.A group of girls, about four and no. 50 people, gathered in front of a Mercedes-Benz, holding hammers, fire extinguishers and other heavy objects, and smashed heavily on the car, smashing the windows of a brand-new Mercedes-Benz GLA to bursting, and the body Concave.

Chu Lai said sharply, "Isn't that Mr. Zhao's car?"

Several security personnel took the walkie-talkie to send a message and rushed to stop it.

Forty or fifty girls finished smashing the car and ran away beautifully. While running, they cooperated with each other and opened a banner.On the white banner, "S. Kings" was written in large black letters, with a cross drawn across the name in red paint and a blood-stained knife underneath.And three big blood red characters - die to the Lord!

"Will we be assassinated if we go out?" Xue Mi grabbed Chu Lai's shoulder in fear.

Chu Lai's hair seemed to stand on end, he touched his itchy neck and said, "Maybe."

The police arrived one step later than the reporters, and when they arrived, those people had already disappeared.

With a sullen face, Zhao Mianhei pushed open the door of the conference room and came in, shouting: "I can't wait any longer, you guys come out with a song today, record it tomorrow, and release your first single the day after tomorrow to announce your debut!"

In the evening, the internet was full of delicacies, and the news from the Wuchuang company this morning was broadcast on the TV.The TV screen played back the scene of female students scattering ashes this morning, and fans running while holding banners rejecting S.Kings.

The reporter inhumanly asked Vice President Qian if his ashes were stolen after his mother's hearse drifted and taken to the Wuguan Building.

Vice President Qian was lying on a stretcher and was almost in shock. Facing the reporter who was following the stretcher with a microphone in his hand and persistently questioning him, he breathed out a mouthful of "fairy energy", tilted his head, and passed out immediately.

After Zhao Mian cried bitterly beside his car, he wiped away his tears and went to the camera of the newspaper, picked up the reporter's microphone, and said righteously: "The perpetrator must be punished by law!"

The five SK members sitting in front of the TV were in a daze with stacks of composition books.

"Who will write this song?" Xuemi asked.

Chu Lai shook his pink head: "What can you write in such a short time in one night?"

"It's not that I can't write it. I spell and change the songs I wrote before, and the main theme will come out." Xuemi said, "It's just that this is a debut single after all, and the first song is very important for us. It is important to attract netizens as soon as it comes out. What style should we use?" He looked at his teammates asking for opinions.

Today, he accidentally ate the vice president's mother Haiyou, his complexion still didn't improve, he covered his head and said, "Don't ask me, my head still hurts, I just want to write a bunch of songs to revenge the society."

Rao Xuan was full of hostility this morning, and he was not in a bad mood.But he was embarrassed to show it, so as not to make people think that he was afraid that the world would not be chaotic: "It's my first time to be an idol, so I don't understand much."

Rong Nuo said, "What a coincidence, it's my first time too."

Chu Lai: "Me too."

Xuemi: "Who isn't it?"

Everyone thought for a long time, and Chu Lai said: "I think classic and nostalgic songs like Hong Kong and Taiwan are the best in the world."

Rong Nuo's soul asked: "Do you want to wear your Korean-style pink hair and go to Hong Kong and Taiwan to nostalgia?"

Chu Lai opened his mouth, then pursed it again, "closed the wheat".

Xuemi sat cross-legged on the sofa, propped her chin with both hands and said, "How about the sweet style? The kind that sounds very healing, this one is a bit more conservative."

Haiyou said, "I don't think so."

Xuemi: "Why?"

Haiyou: "Our brother's debut song is in this style. If we have the same style, fans will definitely say that we are imitating and copying Crystal's path."

Xuemi thought of the group of fans who threatened to put a knife on S.Kings' neck this morning, and trembled twice with lingering fear.

"It's so difficult, I have no idea at all." Chu Lai grabbed his pink hair.

Rao Xuan asked Xuemi: "Didn't you say that Jane lives in the building opposite us?"

"Yeah, do you want to ask him for advice?"

"Let's go." Rao Xuan was the first to get up and go to the door to put on his shoes.

Haiyou was still in a daze, so he got up and asked, "Are you talking about that Jianliu who will be scolded three times a day?"

Xuemi said, "Who else is there besides him?"

Rong Nuo usually listens to music, and doesn't pay much attention to things on the Internet.He only knew that Jian Liu was very popular and more famous than the so-called crystal7, but he didn't know how he was scolded on the Internet.Then I was a little curious: "You always say that he recruited gangsters, how did he recruit gangsters? Did he break the law?"

"He didn't do anything excessive, but he was always being criticized...how should I put it on." Haiyou put on his shoes and went out with them, took out his phone and checked Weibo, "I'll just read a few. Ah, I found an actor and read it to you. This netizen seems to be a fan of Zemo."

Holding a glass of Coke in her hand, Xuemi bit the straw and asked, "Didn't Zemo cool off after taking drugs?"

"But even if they still have fans, there's nothing they can do." Haiyou said, "I'll read it to you. This person first posted a Weibo like this, 'Zemo is not like some pretentious singers nowadays, he has always been very hardworking. I’m creating different music, and I’m also very close to fans. As a singer, I’m also a human being. A certain person’s songs don’t have the slightest human touch, and they pull [-] to [-] yuan in front of the camera. It’s to highlight that I’m different, so I deliberately pretend to be so noble and upright Who are you pretending to be a god in front of the camera? You don’t have to! The person I’m talking about is JL, you are welcome to sit in your seat!”

Haiyou swiped his finger down: "Then Zemo broke out about drug use, and she posted this Weibo again." Although Zemo took drugs, he was also under too much pressure, and he vented in this way because he couldn't bear the pain. He has depression, don't you know? Depression to suicide or drug use, I thank him for choosing drug use! Now the entertainment circle is dominated by contrived waste like Jian Liu, who doesn't give a way out to those who really have the strength to love music, you Not him, you don't understand his pain. If it were you, you would too'."

The Coke in Xuemi's mouth almost didn't spit out: "She represents all non-top singers at once."

Rao Xuan, who wanted to copy Jian Liu's way of recruiting gangsters, asked sincerely: "So, he has been hacked because he is very artificial?"

"Actually." Haiyou said, "Other people don't feel very contrived. Most of the things like 'turning a blind eye to fans' and 'making a bad face when seeing reporters' are carried by marketing accounts. Interviews with reporters can be done in two or three sentences. I don’t give anyone a flattering look. The reporter wants to dig him for news, but they can’t find it. As soon as the company promotes him, the marketing account will immediately take the lead. He's not good."

"The main reason is that he is too popular. Once he is popular, a group of people want to be black, but his blackness is more serious. This should also have something to do with him being too lazy to buy a navy to clarify." Xuemi took a sip of Coke, "Speaking of this, I remember that the reporters from Shenyu kept trying to pick out his girlfriend, but in the end they only picked out 'Jian Liu is suspected of being a woman-phobic', 'Jian Liu is not popular with women', 'People like Jian Liu are suspected of not being able to get a girlfriend' , and the recent 'Shocking! Jian Liu suspected that he likes men, and secretly flirted with the reporter brother at the airport'."

Haiyou laughed out loud: "I remember the one at the airport. The reporter from Shenyu asked him if he liked men, and he asked back, 'Then I'll consider you'? Then this news broke."

Haiyou and Xuemi knew a lot about the entertainment industry, and the other three listened to their popular science along the way.

Unknowingly, he walked through four or five streets and came to the gate of the high-end residential area where Jianliu lived.

Uncle Security was sitting on his post smoking a cigarette, idly looking at the passers-by.Anyone who sees a suspected fan sneaking into this community will immediately stop and drive them away.

Chu Lai asked distressedly: "The security guard is watching so closely, how can we get in?"

Xuemi said: "There are a lot of artists living in this community. If we go in like this, he should think we are artists living here."

The five people who had hoods put on their hoods, and those who had masks wore masks. They pretended to be big-name entertainers and swaggered into the gate of the community.

Sure enough, the security guard didn't come to stop them. After they relaxed, they were delighted to have successfully penetrated into the high-end community.

At this moment, the stretched security guard murmured softly in the wind: "When did these bastards live here?"

The eyelids twitched for a few people, feeling offended.