My poor boyfriend became the richest man after being dumped by me

The Tulip Organizing Committee relies on government units and is set up upstairs in Rongcheng Federation of Literary and Art Circles. The windows are bright and clean, and the desks are filled with fragrant lilies.

The person in charge of receiving Su Qiao was the director of the organizing committee, a quiet professor wearing glasses, sitting on an office chair, drinking tea slowly, raised his eyelids and glanced at the menacing Su Qiao, "Our The awards are all well-founded and selected by the audience, what do you ask me to do?"

Su Qiao put his hands on the table. It was the first time he saw this kind of bureaucracy. He didn't know how slippery these people were. "Professor Chen, I want to see the data of audience votes."

"This kind of stuff is our confidential document, so we can't just show it to you." Professor Chen was lukewarm, sure that Su Qiao would have nothing to do with him.

He knew who the trophy belonged to, but he guessed that Su Qiao, a newcomer in the entertainment industry, would not be able to make a fuss. In the entertainment industry, the weak prey on the strong, survival of the fittest, and one has to do things when one pays. Professor Chen is well versed in this.

Su Qiao took a deep breath, told herself to calm down and deal with the problem, her tone was a bit harsh, "Professor, I am under a lot of pressure from public opinion now, and I need your internal evidence to prove my innocence."

Professor Chen took a sip of tea and laughed, "Young man, as an actor, you can't bear the pressure of public opinion, can you? Then I suggest you change your career."

Su Qiao's chest was tight, and her arrogance could not be concealed, "I am not afraid of any public opinion on what I do, but I cannot pay for what I have not done." He wiped his face with the back of his hand, expressing the resentment in his heart. Erase together, and sincerely say: "Professor, this matter will also tarnish the image of Tulip TV series, we must clarify in front of the audience, and strive to restore the image."

Professor Chen is as steady as Mount Tai, "We will discuss your matter, you go back and wait for the notice."

"When will there be results?"

"Well, I can't give you an exact answer, we have our own process, you have to wait."

"How long?"

"The specific time cannot be disclosed, and the young people are a little patient."

Although Su Qiao didn't know what "official accent" was, she could vaguely feel that Professor Chen was perfunctory him, which made him very angry. He couldn't explain why he couldn't explain it in simple words. He clenched his fists tightly and dug his nails into his palms. Li, "Professor Chen, can we talk properly?"

The smile on Professor Chen's face faded, he put down his teacup, and said, "Young man, what identity do you use to question me?"

Su Qiao's voice was congested, she stared at Professor Chen for a moment, turned around and walked out, opened the office door, and bumped into Ling Dujiang who was in a suit and leather shoes, Su Qiao was startled for a moment, and stepped aside to get out of the way , Ling Dujiang looked weird, paused, and closed the door.

Su Qiao tugged at his collar, pinched the bridge of his nose and took a deep breath. The mobile phone in his pocket rang, and he took it out to take a look. His nose was sour, and he sent a voice, "I'm not at home, I'm In the office of the Federation of Literary and Art Circles."

A slightly nasal voice urged a phone call.

"I'll be there in 15 minutes." He Zhijin's voice was clear, and Su Qiao's slight crying was like a file in the softest part of his heart.

He didn't want Su Qiao to be contaminated by any filth of the adult world, but he personally sent Su Qiao into one of the dirtiest circles in the world.

In the past, he hoped that Su Qiao would grow up, but now he hoped that Su Qiao would not grow up.

Su Qiao sat on the chair in the corridor with her head down, her long legs in hard jeans were half-curved, and her snow-white sneakers were pointing to the ground chaotically. He Zhijin saw the top of his hairy head from a distance, and the tips of her hair were slightly curled up, fluffy and fluffy. Hearing footsteps, Su Qiao raised her head and forced a dry smile, "You came so fast."

He Zhijin stared at his face for a moment, then touched his face with one hand, "Crying?"

"No." Su Qiao replied decisively, watched him blink a few times quickly, and said disdainfully, "I won't cry because of a trophy, don't you know me?"

"You underestimate me too much. I only make others cry. It's nothing." Su Qiao shrugged and finished speaking quickly.

He Zhijin rested her fingertips under his warm and greasy eyelids, the residual moisture betrayed Su Qiao, his voice was clear and powerful, "Don't lie."

was ripped apart...

Su Qiao brushed her hair with one hand, pretending to be carefree and said: "Well, I'm crying out of anger, the old man is really annoying."

He is delicate and strong, and the two opposite attributes do not conflict in him at all, because it is too embarrassing to be "official" and cry.

What he didn't know was that such a cover-up action made He Zhijin more angry than stabbing a straight knife in his heart. He calmed down and patted Su Qiao's shoulder softly, "Come on, let me vent my anger on you."

Professor Chen and Ling Dujiang were talking happily when the door of the office was pushed open with a "bang". He was about to yell at him when he twisted his neck and saw a large group of people coming in.

The leader was the director of the State Administration of Radio and Television, followed by the president of the Huaguo Film and Television Association. Reporters with cameras and microphones crowded the two of them in. The logos on the microphones covered all major mainstream media. There is no shortage, and the spacious office is suddenly crowded.

Professor Chen's face was pale, and Ling Dujiang's face couldn't look any better. At this time, the crowd parted like an ebbing tide, and two men walked in side by side.

Professor Chen remembers He Zhijin's face very deeply. Although this gentleman has never been interviewed by the media, Professor Chen served as an interpreter at a meeting for foreign guests. This powerful business tycoon left a deep impression on him. Seeing He Zhijin Appearing here, and with such a huge force, Professor Chen felt bitter.

Political circles spoke highly of He Zhijin, praising him for his unrestrained demeanor and good manners in dealing with others, but no one dared to underestimate him. Everyone knew that there was no sound in the water, and that the more ruthless a person was, the less ostentatious he would be on the surface.

He Zhijin was straightforward and handed him the document in his hand, "Professor Chen, long time no see, please explain this voting data."

The director looked at him in disgust, and almost slapped the table, "Old Chen, you really let me down."

With trembling hands, Professor Chen flipped through a few pages awkwardly, his face was like golden paper, "I... this is all voted by the audience, it has nothing to do with me."

"It has nothing to do with me." Ling Dujiang's voice was sharp, and after saying this, he was startled by the clicking sound of the camera.

It is useless to argue when death is imminent, the media is the most capable of poking wounds, and the reporter from CNR handed over the microphone without hesitation, "Mr. Ling, may I ask what channel and method did you use to buy the best actor for Tulip?" ?”

Other reporters also followed suit, and surrounded the two of them. Professor Chen was dodged by the camera on his face, sat down on the ground, and hid back incoherently. Ling Dujiang was quite frightened, and he I don't understand, there are so many things like buying prizes in the entertainment industry, why did he hit the gun?

He Zhijin lowered his hand, pinched Su Qiao's wet palm faintly behind his back, and said slowly: "Please ask Professor Chen and this gentleman clearly, and report it earnestly."

Everyone was busy adjudicating justice, and no one noticed this little action. Su Qiao's heartbeat slowed down by half a beat, and He Zhijin's steady heartbeat seemed to be transmitted to him through the palm of his hand. The restless and angry mood calmed down with the rhythm.

Professor Chen was so frightened that the three souls lost their seven souls. The director glanced at him, sighed heavily, looked at the two people and said: "The evidence is so strong, it doesn't matter whether you admit it or not, old Chen, you shouldn't." Shouldn't, shouldn't..."

The director glanced at He Zhijin, and immediately changed his words in front of the media, and swallowed the sentence that Mr. He should not be offended, "You shouldn't do such a thing, you should reflect on it in prison."

"And you." The director looked at Ling Dujiang, "Strive to get out of prison as soon as possible, remember to be serious about filming and be an honest person."

Honesty is the foundation of everything, and morality is the first priority.

Su Qiao breathed out a bad breath, and he was in a good mood. He agreed with this truth in his heart, and Su Lihua taught him this way.

Professor Chen is over fifty years old, and the reputation of virtue accumulated in his life is gone with the wind. What is left to him is the long and cold years in prison, which is enough for him to reflect and regret, and hate for life.

Ling Dujiang's fate will not be better either. The entertainment industry keeps secret about buying prizes. If he exposes this to the public, it is equivalent to cutting off the backs of everyone in the industry. He is eating this bowl of rice, but besides filming, what else can he do?

The rest of his life in poverty was waiting for him.

Su Qiao sits in the private room of the restaurant with a refreshing spirit on happy occasions. The sweet and sour pork tenderloin is sweet and sour, with a layer of red water, just like emeralds, bright in color, sprinkled with plump white sesame seeds, a bite Bite down, the crisp is sweet, sweet but not greasy, so delicious!

Served with a bowl of fresh shrimp wontons, the paper-thin dough will break when you bite into it. The fresh and tender shrimps are served with some mashed scrambled eggs.

He Zhijin's craftsmanship is getting better and better, and if they go bankrupt in the future, they can still open a restaurant.

Su Qiao sipped the wonton stew, triumphantly, "I'm actually the best actor, as expected..."

"Excellent people can't hide it." His tail voice was slightly raised like the ends of his natural curly hair, a kind of relaxed pleasure.

He is a person who can open a sugar factory with a little sweetness, and the gloom in his heart suddenly flew to Java. He is the best actor in advertising world.

He Zhijin raised an eyebrow, speechless at his spirit of eating but not beating.

Su Qiao spread her legs, straddled his waist presumptuously, put her chin on He Zhijin's shoulder like a cat, and whistled, "I was born to be an actor, and I can get it at such a young age." Best Actor, in a few years I will win three gold medals just around the corner!"

"This kind of thing can only be said to me." He Zhijin turned his head to remind, Su Qiao's eyes were shining like stars in summer night.

Su Qiao obediently said "Yeah", gritted her teeth, thought about the comments on the Internet, and felt aggrieved, "They said that my acting skills are poor, what aesthetic level, I am the best actor of the year recognized by the audience, very good, Why do you say that my acting skills are poor?"

He Zhijin twitched his pretty lower lip lightly, and said in a low voice, "Don't swear."

Su Qiao yelled "I am number one in the world" three times in his heart, and he felt comfortable. He opened Weibo, and as expected, the entry of #苏乔最好男演员# had already entered the number one spot on Weibo.

Followed by #苏乔，很容#, #新计刀刀教教主 Cheng Huai#.

The masses of people who eat melons are tired of the melons that Su Qiao buys for prizes, and they are tired of thinking why this matter is the number one in the search, is there an end?Su Qiao is annoying, can you give me something new to see?

Going in at one o'clock, the jaw dropped in shock, and the face was slapped. The major media announced the real voting data of Tulip. Su Qiao is indeed not the best newcomer of the year, because he is the best actor.

[I conclude that this is the giant melon of the year, the tulip is too disgusting, and I feel sorry for Su Qiao being scolded so badly yesterday. ]

[Su Qiao, I'm sorry, I shouldn't call you a cancer in the industry! ]

[The biggest reversal of the year, you thought I bought the prize, but in fact I was sold the prize. ]

[No wonder Su Qiao is so popular this year, he can win the best actor, and his business ability is good, I will go to watch "Folding Knife" now. ]

[I feel sorry for Su Qiao who was scolded so badly yesterday, I dare not stand in line easily, I'm sorry. ]

[The most [pepper] [chicken head] is Cheng Huai, who died of [horse head] stuff, and raised funds for Cheng Huai's funeral. ]

Netizens will also think differently. It's too late to feel wronged when this kind of thing is put on themselves, and some people make things worse. It's really annoying.

Su Qiao was in a good mood, hesitated for a second, and poked Cheng Huai's profile picture on WeChat. The two of them had no chat history. He Zhijin stared at his phone screen, narrowing his eyes slightly, "What do you want to tell him?"

The corner of Su Qiao's mouth curled up slightly, and she deleted it neatly, her chin raised arrogantly, "He doesn't deserve to talk to me."

He became meaner than anyone else.

The author has something to say: The shrimp wonton stew is really delicious!