After having a video conference with the headquarters in Huanya Entertainment, Wei Shengjin summoned the backbone he liked, the one who had previously been against the tits of the young white-haired and senior executives.

Everyone sat together, Wei Shengjin said nothing, staring straight ahead, not as if he was thinking, but should be purely in a daze.

After two minutes of dazed, the executive couldn't help asking: "Peter, what does the headquarters mean? Isn't that ridiculous plan allowed?"

Wei Shengjin shook his head blankly.

The executive breathed a sigh of relief: "I just said... the headquarters would not indulge such a ridiculous move."

"High headquarters completely rejected it?" Shaobaitou asked with a frown.

Wei Shengjin shook his head again.

"What's that?" the executive's heart raised again, "Speak clearly, Peter."

Wei Shengjin sighed: "In principle, the headquarters accepts our means of bypassing the restriction order, but does not accept the artist's plan to set up his own business. Boss means that this has nothing to do with capital, it is a problem of the company's prestige. If the artists leave in large quantities and do well, the company can close the door."

The executive nodded repeatedly: "Yes, yes, that's it."

"What else can I do?" Shao Baitou asked.

"Before I'm talking about what to do, who can explain what this is?" Wei Shengjin picked up his phone and frowned and read, "I received an inexplicable text message to you--'You are about to see all my methods and routines, every detail is revealed, and every character is in broad daylight, but you are helpless and can only wait for destruction. Struggle, in the abyss of routines."

"A prank middle school student?" The executive laughed and cried, "What a stupid copywriter."

Shaobaitou asked vigilantly: "Do you have any enemies?"

"Enemy?" Wei Shengjin raised his arm and said, "There is no bloody hatred. Who doesn't use some means to do business occasionally?"

After saying that, he shook his head and deleted the text message: "Mentally retarded."

Wei Shengjin put down his phone and didn't care much about the threat of the second-tier junior high school. After all, the real problem is still hanging on his head.

He lowered his head and quietly touched the table, "We have only two weeks to bypass the restriction and avoid leaving. We cannot find a practical way to make profits, so we have to lay off 70% of our employees and give up the Greater China strategy."

"Two weeks?" the executive swallowed, "What about the artists? What about them?"

"Send them all back and use the surplus value."

As Zhang Qinyi said, sitting and waiting for death will only become milk poured into the ditch.

Whether it is Zhang Qinyi or Lin Fan, their problem is not whether they become popular or not, but that even if they become popular, they will not be profitable. Local companies do not endorse them, media do not send them notices, and music platforms will not sell their single albums on behalf of others. No matter how popular it is, it will be in vain. Only by returning to the Korean and Japanese markets and leveraging their surplus value.

Thinking of this, the executive sighed helplessly: "It's a pity that they are a group of seedlings that have been cultivated for so long. Lin Fan and Zhang Qinyi can even be said to be the two most beautiful men in the country. It's not easy to dig them out."

Wei Shengjin snorted and laughed: "They can go back to the boy group for a few days, and the others will have nothing."

"I will be cut off, too?" Shaobaitou asked directly.

"I can protect you. We have a contract, but the bonus is of course impossible."

"Roar." Shao Baitou threw the pen on his hand on the table and leaned on the back of the chair in despair.

During the stalemate, the president's assistant rushed into the conference room: "Urgent! After the noon press conference, he was infected by patriotism and fans also began to boycott us. Many people changed their votes. The rankings of all our artists were falling, and emergency public relations Peter was needed."

The three of them looked at the assistant, who was discomfortable: "Then... I won't disturb you."

It is indeed necessary to urgent public relations, but what can Wei Shengjin do? Wei Shengjin is also very desperate.

Wei Shengjin grabbed his head and took it in his hand and saw that one-third of it was white.

Before he knew it, he was soon.

He slapped his hands on the table in pain: "The artist doesn't have to run away, and he can bypass the restriction method. Think about it, think hard!"

"It doesn't exist." Shaobai's head still leaned on the back of the chair, "Peter, who doesn't exist, the solution I gave is the only one."

The executive thought for a long time and came up with an idea: "Is this possible? Let all our artists jointly sign and do activities, firmly oppose the US military deployment, and love China."

Shaobai's head tilted his head and chuckled, "Who do you do it for? I'm?"

"Maybe it useful?"

"What then? The authorities will withdraw the restriction order and tell everyone that Huanya is his own? Do you think the official is a child?" Shaobaitiao lit the table boredly, "Of course this thing needs to be done, but the premise is that the artists leave Huanya, wash their butts before doing it. As long as they are in Huanya, they will have shit on their butts and will only be scolded."

"That's better than being dazed." The executive said, turning on his phone, "Let me see if there are any Korean and Japanese celebrities doing this... You see, Zhang Qinyi said... "

The executive's eyes were visible wide, and he was really dumbfounded.

"What's wrong with Zhang Qinyi?" Wei Shengjin asked a little vigilantly.

The executive swallowed and spitted: "Peter, we seem to prohibit artists from making comments during this period, right?"

"Yes, no one should talk during sensitive times." Wei Shengjin asked in a panic, "What did he say? Damn, he's bullshit."

The executive first rubbed his head, then spread his arms, and then pushed his phone to Wei Shengjin: "You can see it yourself."

Wei Shengjin picked up his cell phone, and his head "buzzed" suddenly, and an endless roar began.

[Zhang Qinyi: I am Chinese and firmly oppose the US military deployment. It doesn’t matter if I am scolded. The lawyer’s letter has been sent. Today, I have nothing to do with Huanya. Thank you Huanya for your training over the years, and thank you brothers who performed on stage together, but I’m sorry, I am Chinese.]

Below the speech is a big patriotic poster, my Chinese heart is pounding.

Looking at the comments again, there was a thunderous cheer and thunderous cheers.

Zhang Qinyi and Huanya, Hanguo, and boy group, all the entanglements, all the labels, all the conflicts, just one sentence to reverse—

"I'm sorry, I'm Chinese."

Betray the righteous, live up to the righteous!

Awesome and terrifying copywriting!

Wei Shengjin was completely stunned and slowly put down his phone and looked at the two of them: "Are you wrong, April Fool's Day?"

"It has been forwarded tens of thousands of times..." Shaobaitou couldn't help but feel moved and immediately called Zhang Qinyi's phone number, but it was impossible to get through without expectation.

"The comments are also full of praise, these people are crazy..." The executive covered his head and thought for a while before saying in surprise, "It's so wonderful... It's so fucking wonderful... It was originally an artist from the Japanese and Korean faction... After playing like this, he became a fucking patriotic child! He obviously violated the commercial contract and failed his kindness, but he ended up fucking... he became a fucking hero?!!"

Hearing this, Wei Shengjin's back spine numb and a cold sweat slid down.

And...and...and...there is such an operation?
Chapter completed!