I used online loans to give gifts to the anchor, and he just said "baby"?

He didn't dare mention or say anything else.

The guy in black clothes and sunglasses glanced at his phone, stood up from the sofa, and looked down at Wang Chao. "You have never seen me before, do you understand?"

"I understand." Wang Chao nodded like a chick pecking at rice, fearing that it would be too late to answer and he would not be able to answer at all.

"boom"

The door was ruthlessly closed, and Wang Chao collapsed on the ground, as if he had lost all his strength.

Make skin with a tiger.

He woke up from his dream too suddenly.

Just a few minutes.

Now everyone on the platform knows that he is jealous of Japan Free Pass and spreads rumors that Japan Free Pass plagiarized.

And everyone knows about the negative news about him.

He was completely stinky.

From then on, his world was in darkness.

He seemed to have lost all his strength and looked more than 10 years older.

"Jingle Bell"

The cell phone rang in his hand. Wang Chao no longer had the strength he used to have. He didn't even look at it with his decadent eyes and habitually pressed the answer button.

"Wang Chao, are you fucking sick? You tricked me into giving you a loan to buy some online trolls to discredit Goodnight Culture. You're on your knees!"

The voice of a hip-hop boy came from the phone. He was roaring and snarling, as if he wanted to crawl out of the phone and bite Wang Chao.

"Give me my money back! I'm so pissed I actually believed the shit you told me. I'm going to be a future superstar! Trash like you belongs in the recycling bin..."

Wang Chao didn't wait for him to continue his incessant abuse, and kept clicking on the phone screen to hang up the call. He accidentally picked up another unfamiliar call that had just come in.

As soon as the phone was connected, a very formal voice came from the other end.

"Hello, Mr. Wang. I'm a representative from the Legal Department of Goodnight Culture. You've fabricated rumors and slandered our company and its employees. On behalf of Goodnight Culture, I'm officially notifying you that we will pursue legal action against you..."

"Stop talking! Stop talking!" Wang Chao kept pressing the screen of his mobile phone, but he couldn't hang up.

After finally hanging up, a message popped up on my phone.

"The Empire has officially criticized Wang Chao's actions and has permanently banned him nationwide. All fellow artists, please take this as a warning."

He grabbed the phone and smashed it hard on the coffee table, smashing it like a madman until the phone was smashed beyond recognition, looking like a piece of unwanted scrap metal.

The broken pieces of the phone scratched his hand, and spots of bright red blood and fragments were scattered all over the ground.

It was like Wang Chao’s musical dream, completely shattered, with no chance of recovery.

The guy in black clothes and sunglasses walked out of Wang Chao's house, put one hand in his pocket, took out his cell phone and made a call.

"Third Master, it's done."

The voice of the guy in black clothes and sunglasses came from the phone.

Slender fingers hung up the phone and threw it aside.

Jiang Si was sitting, wearing a high-quality silk red shirt that shone with an expensive luster under the light.

The high-end custom-made buttons were crooked and only one was fastened, and the smooth lines of muscles under the shirt could be vaguely seen.

He was wearing black trousers, his feet casually resting on the table, and his hands resting on the back of the sofa.

Unbridled and arrogant.

His eyes quickly scanned the row of beauties standing before him, so fast that it seemed as if his eyes would become dirty if he looked any longer.

He lowered his eyes and took a sip of wine.

"I pay them to have sex with me?" An extreme rhetorical question came out of his mouth.

There was a faint smile on the corner of his mouth, and his voice was bewitching, like a lover's whisper, but it was also frightening.

The club manager was sweating profusely and trembling, "Third Master, this is the last batch."

He reminded them that he had no desire to live.

There were hundreds of beauties, but none of them caught his eye.

If you want to talk about good-looking, who can be better than him?

Doesn't this make things difficult for him?

In terms of appearance, no matter who he chooses, women will always go to him for prostitution.

The club manager stood respectfully, secretly glancing at Jiang Si a few times, and occasionally wiping the sweat from his forehead with his sleeve.

The longer the silence lasted, the more the club manager sweated, and his whole body was wet as if he had taken a shower.