Yan Ci on the other end of the phone seemed the calmest.
He just said with disdain: "Yan Xianjue, you are eighteen years old this year, not eight years old, nor eight months old."
"It's always the same thing, can you change it up?"
Yan Xianjue didn't care about him. The trick didn't have to be new, as long as it worked.
Yan Xianjue raised his chin and said firmly: "No!"
Yan Ci choked and said, "Tsk, okay, okay, I won't send it anymore."
He muttered into the microphone: "Don't you see how much popularity I've brought to your live studio?"
Yan Xianjue: “…I can hear it.”
And what you bring is popularity, aren’t they all here to have fun?
There are only him and Mr. Lei.
One dominates the special effects, the other dominates the barrage of comments. Should we ask the director to stop recording?
Just connect them directly.
Yan Ci laughed a little: "Just so you can hear it."
Yan Xianjue rolled his eyes in annoyance: "I'm hanging up."
Yan Ci suddenly said, "I bought a promotion for you, please check it out."
After saying goodbye, he hung up the phone.
A minute later, the assistant director came over, hesitant to speak: "Director, we've recommended it on the show, should we start it again?"
director:"……"
The director wiped his face and said, "Let's play it."
They can’t always show everyone model houses, right? They are not furniture bloggers!
It’s not entirely true to say that it’s a restart.
In order to maintain the popularity, the director did not take the show off.
The cameraman just turned off the microphone temporarily and let the camera take the audience to visit the model house.
A few days later, when the director saw this footage, he was a little dazed.
What kind of variety show is he filming?
Why is Ji Xi’s live broadcast room so different?
It’s completely different from the style of the entire show!
However, since the director has no foresight, he is now full of anticipation, hoping that the next recording will go smoothly.
*
After Yan Xianjue hung up the phone, he handed the phone in his hand that had been watching the live broadcast to Lei Xuan.
"now you."
Lei Xuan reluctantly took the phone and said, "Isn't it interesting?"
Yan Xianjue: "Please be kind, the director looks like he's about to break."
The director who was suddenly cueed: “Huh?”
What's wrong?
Then, the audience and director in the live broadcast room who had finally switched back from the model house tour channel watched Caimao, who had a unique aesthetic sense, dial the phone in front of them.
Even playing it out loud without any hesitation.
He asked maliciously: "Hey, old man, did you buy me some water army?"
Before Lei Xuan finished speaking, the person on the other end of the phone repeated his words.
Obviously, the person who answered the phone was following the live broadcast at that moment.
Then a deep voice rang out, "That's right! They said you had poor aesthetic taste, and I didn't bother with them. But they actually said I was an imposter!"
Yan Xianjue: “???”
Yan Xianjue: “!!!”
Not to mention the audience, even Yan Xianjue began to doubt whether the person on the other end of the phone was Lei Xuan's real father.
Where is the domineering president who was supposed to be the one and only boss in the company?
This is different from what his elder brother said. What's with that aggrieved tone?
Mr. Lei is already this old and has such a deep voice, so he should stop trying to act coquettishly with his son!
“Hahahahahahahahahahahahahaha.”
Lei Xuan's unbridled laughter echoed throughout the entire hall.
Yan Xianjue gave him a fierce look.
Lei Xuan restrained himself a little, but anyone could hear the joy in his tone: "Hey, Dad, don't bother with them. They don't know anything about you. They might think you're just a joke."
Mr. Lei replied reservedly, "I'll think about it."
Lei Xuan asked Yao Weiwan to hold the phone for him.
He looked at the camera for help, clasped his hands together in front of his chest and shook them: "Dad, dad, please put away your magic power~"
"Otherwise my boss will be unhappy and fire me~"
"This is my first time finding a job, Dad, please help me~"
[Eh——so corny!]
Shen Fangli rubbed her fingers synchronously.
At this time, her and Yan Xianjue's thought processes were becoming synchronized.
The reason why Lei Xuan's aesthetic can persist to this day.
His father definitely deserves credit.
*
The director already looks like he's about to burst.
But a few minutes after Lei Xuan hung up the phone, the assistant director brought him good news: "Director! The barrage has returned to normal!"
The director snatched the tablet from his assistant and saw that there were finally no more gift special effects dominating the screen, and no more endless screen refreshes!
The director almost cried with joy.
He gestured to the cameraman to give the camera to Ji Xi.
In this live broadcast room, isn’t Ji Xi’s presence a little too low?
At the same time, the audience in the live broadcast room who finally breathed a sigh of relief didn't care who the camera was facing.
They were almost going crazy and uttered angry words.
"Excuse me, am I also part of their display of wealth???"
"I can tolerate showing off one's wealth, but how can there be someone showing off their father!"
“Ahhhhhhhh, Yanci, you and I are irreconcilable!!!”
"I'm not saying all rich second-generations are depressed. I think they're all sunny and cheerful! Can we give them a beating from society?"
"I just want to ask, which window did God close for them?"
"Maybe it's because I've lost the window of worry."
"Who in my family understands? My dad told me to watch this variety show to see how top students study."
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