Chapter 92: Third Master, are you a fan of Cui Zexi?
"I'm afraid my idol won't be able to come to South City for his concert."
"No way, the promotional posters are out."
Fu Jiu didn't say anything. She couldn't say that Gu Sihan, that bastard, didn't let him come. After all, she knew that family disgrace shouldn't be made public.
…
At this moment, the atmosphere in the Gu Group's conference room was somewhat solemn.
The boss scolded quite a few people this morning, scaring the others so much that they dared not even breathe a word.
"Other departments haven't done it?" Gu Sihan spoke again.
The other managers looked at each other, but did not dare to submit their reports for fear of being scolded.
Finally, the PR manager bit the bullet and submitted his report: "President, this is from our department."
Gu Sihan glanced through a few pages, frowning deeply. Then he snapped the document shut and looked at the PR manager: "Is this your summary for last month and your plan for this month?"
Liang Yurou, the public relations manager, nodded and said tremblingly, "Yes... yes." Oh my god, this is too scary. The president must have been furious this morning. He was so angry.
"Manager Liang, we are the public relations department, not a prostitute. If you can't do it well, don't do it." After saying that, he threw the document in front of Liang Yurou: "Rewrite the plan."
After the meeting, everyone was terrified, but when the reminiscing session finally ended, everyone breathed a sigh of relief.
Ning Yuan came to Gu Sihan's company and called out a few times but got no response. He sat on the sofa and took his phone away, staring blankly. Ning Yuan walked in and saw Cui Zexi's photo, so he casually said, "Third Master, are you a fan of Cui Zexi?"
Gu Sihan put away his phone and glanced at Ning Yuan: "Do you know him?"
"Of course, he's very popular now, and many young girls like him. I didn't expect that the Third Master also saw his talent."
Gu Sihan pursed his lips and said nothing.
Ning Yuan spoke again: "By the way, Third Master, Cui Zexi will come to South City for a concert this weekend. Have you bought the tickets?"
Ning Yuan asked this question, but then felt it was unnecessary. His third uncle was a fan of Cui Zexi and must have bought the tickets long ago.
"A lot of girls like him?"
Gu Sihan spoke inexplicably.
Ning Yuan nodded: "Yes, many little girls are fans of Cui Zexi."
At this point, Ning Yuan understood, so he asked tentatively: "Third Master, is your wife also a fan of his?"
Gu Sihan thought of Fu Jiu's angry look last night, and a smile appeared on his lips.
Ning Yuan thought he had guessed right.
He said how could a grown man like Gu Sihan be a fan of Cui Zexi.
"Third Master, has the young lady bought a ticket? If not, I have a way to buy one for her. Choi Cheol-hee's tickets are very difficult to buy."
Gu Sihan nodded: "Get me two."
When she returned home in the afternoon, Fu Jiu was a little surprised to find Gu Sihan already there.
Thinking about Cui Zexi, Fu Jiu was still angry and didn't want to pay attention to him.
"Fu Jiu!"
Gu Sihan spoke.
Fu Jiu glanced at him impatiently: "What are you doing?"
In an instant, Gu Sihan’s face darkened: “What kind of attitude is this!”
Fu Jiu snorted in her heart: Humph, what an attitude! You won't even let me see my idol, and you still expect me to treat you well.
Of course, she didn't dare say these words out loud.
Fu Jiu forced an awkward smile and said, "Third Master, what can I do for you?"
This attitude is good enough.
The next second, Gu Sihan threw the movie ticket on the table and said nonchalantly, "Hey, I'm afraid Cui Zexi's ticket can't be used."
Fu Jiu's eyes lit up when she heard this.
ticket.
Choi Taek Hee's concert tickets.
Fu Jiu immediately approached Gu Sihan and bent down to take the ticket from the table. Gu Sihan got there before her and took the ticket in his hand. "What are you doing?"
Fu Jiu's eyes were fixed on the ticket in Gu Sihan's hand, and she smiled ingratiatingly: "Third Master, are these tickets for Cui Zexi's concert?"
Gu Sihan waved the ticket in his hand in front of her eyes: "VIP seat, super close, could it be fake!"
"Third Master, your ticket..."
"No!"
Fu Jiu: …
Tsk, this man is just trying to make me angry on purpose.
"Third Master, since you're not going anyway, just sell it to me."
"OK!"
Gu Sihan agreed straightforwardly, which surprised Fu Jiu a little but also made her even more delighted.
This afternoon, Song Shuran said that she couldn't buy a ticket. Gu Sihan had originally refused to let her go, and she didn't say anything about not being able to buy a ticket at the time, but she felt a little regretful.
Unexpectedly, Gu Sihan now has two tickets, and they are VIP.
"How much is it? I'll give it to you."
"One is 100,000, two chapters are 200,000, how many do you want?"
Fu Jiu: …
Oh my god, this is so expensive.
She looked at Gu Sihan in disbelief: "You're trying to trick me."
Gu Sihan smiled and said, "Aren't you his fan? You don't even know the price?"
Fu Jiu felt a little depressed. She simply couldn't afford a ticket worth 200,000 yuan. Now she could see clearly what Gu Sihan was doing. He was just trying to annoy her.
"I don't want it anymore." After saying that, he turned and walked towards the stairs.
Looking at Fu Jiu's back, Gu Sihan was a little surprised that this little girl just let it go like that.
Don't even try to fight for it.
It seems that he doesn't like the street singer that much.
Thinking of this, Gu Sihan felt a lot better.
At night, Gu Sihan took a shower and returned to the bedroom. He didn't see Fu Jiu. He glanced at the tickets on the bedside table and went to the next room wrapped in a bath towel.
When I opened the door, I saw Fu Jiu sitting at the table, head down, concentrating on something.
Gu Sihan walked in: "What are you doing?"
Fu Jiu glanced sideways at him, meeting his gaze without dodging or hiding. "Nothing."
Gu Sihan glanced at the whiteboard on the table in front of Fu Jiu.
A few large characters caught Gu Sihan's eye: [Zexi Oppa, Nancheng welcomes you!]
Gu Sihan reached out and picked up the whiteboard, asking Fu Jiu, "What is this?"
Fu Jiu said angrily, "You're blind. You're just a trickster."
Since I can't go to the concert anyway, it's not too much to go to the airport to pick him up. Maybe if I'm lucky I can even get an autograph.
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