Although the live broadcast room increasingly has the atmosphere of one side causing troubles from all sides.
But the recording was completed smoothly before the director suffered a myocardial infarction and was taken away by the ambulance.
When the director gave Ji Xi a red envelope for completing the work, he wiped the sweat from his forehead and breathed a sigh of relief.
Yan Xianjue joked, "It looks like the director won't ask you to film a variety show again in the near future."
Ji Xi said: "I don't want to film variety shows again in this life."
Not to mention anything else, just look at Yan Xianjue's work attitude of "don't come to me as long as the company hasn't gone bankrupt."
I'm afraid he will handle official business at a rate that could lead to death from overwork.
Yan Xianjue laughed: "Your response was very effective."
Not only did it draw the audience's attention back, but it also indirectly promoted the company.
Ji Xi's expression didn't change at all, and he said expressionlessly: "That's because I'm telling the truth."
Yan Xianjue: "Well, sincerity is indeed a killer move."
*
This live broadcast, which was just a test run, did not cause much stir in the entertainment industry.
Compared with some large-scale variety shows, the traffic brought by "Yan Ci" is not worth mentioning at all.
After all, there is a wall between the e-sports circle and the entertainment circle.
Those who entered the live broadcast room to give gifts because of Yan Ci basically came to watch the fun.
When the excitement fades, people leave.
However, there were still a small number of people who paid some attention to this live broadcast.
This matter has to be blamed on Mr. Lei.
Mr. Lei is a good person in every way, except that he is easily blinded when it comes to his son's affairs.
During the live broadcast, Mr. Lei forwarded five messages in a row on his WeChat Moments, making it difficult for them not to see them.
"Old Wang, didn't Mr. Lei say last time that Mr. Xiaoyan's shop is quite big?"
"Looking at it today, there are only a few kittens, and they are all high school students."
The person who spoke had a tone of contempt.
It's not that he looks down on young people, as they also started out as young people.
But isn't this a little too young?
"I won't talk about the others because I don't know much about them. As for what Lei Xuan is like, we all know it..."
"Well, that's not the way to say it," the man called Lao Wang put down his teacup. "Lei Xuan was raised by me. He's a good kid, and he doesn't cause any trouble."
When Lei Xuan was mentioned, more than one person present showed a toothache expression.
It means not inviting disaster or causing trouble, but that’s all.
Someone asked curiously, "The Yan family doesn't even give their young master a deputy?"
Generally, when the second generation of people in the circle just enter this industry, their families will arrange a similar assistant for them.
Apart from anything else, you should at least be familiar with some of the unspoken rules in this circle first, and then get to know the people in the circle.
Old Wang showed a thoughtful expression: "Come to think of it, when I went to Lao Lei's place last time to check on him, I didn't hear that his son and Xiao Yan were playing together."
He has been dealing with Mr. Lei for quite a long time. Even if he doesn't know everything about him, he should at least know about him about 50% to 60%.
His only weakness is his son.
It's only been a few days, and the young master of the Yan family has already won over the person?
During the live broadcast, he called me "little boss" one by one and it was so cheerful.
"I think Mr. Xiaoyan is also eyeing the fat piece of meat in the entertainment industry."
The person who spoke at the beginning shook his head: "But he doesn't know that the entertainment industry is very complicated. You can't just make money by investing in a variety show or a drama."
"The entertainment industry is no longer the era where people are picking up money with sacks."
"Looking at his variety show this time, he didn't even make a splash."
"I asked around, and I heard they invested one million this time, right?"
Lao Wang listened to the discussions among the people around him and drank his tea leisurely.
After everyone had finished speaking, he slowly reminded everyone, "The furniture he bought during the live broadcast today is worth far more than one million."
This is just a small part of it. With his current staff composition, he can't even use one-fifth of the space on the entire floor of Genting.
One million is just pocket money for them. They throw it in to test the waters and don’t care whether there is any result.
"Humph, I think he's just a rich second-generation kid playing around! He can't do anything big."
Lao Wang chuckled and said, "He doesn't need to accomplish anything great. You and I still have to praise him when we meet."
After saying that, he put the teacup on the table and said, "Okay, stop thinking about it. I think what Lao Lei said makes sense. People in the same industry are not necessarily enemies. We can make money together and eat meat together."
"You say that easily, but right now, there are too many monks and too little porridge. Suddenly, a giant Buddha appeared out of nowhere, and we can't offend him, so we can only worship him."
"That's why we say Mr. Lei is so smart. He took a small step back and moved down one level. Not only did he sell the Yan family well, but he also sent his son there to accompany the prince to study."
"Yeah, didn't Lei Xuan write scripts before? Mr. Lei even lost a lot of money on it."
Lao Wang knocked on the tea table and said, "Old Lei said that after a hundred years, all this wealth will belong to Lei Xuan."
"Writing scripts only makes a few bucks. His hobby is already considered the best among the second generation."
Several people were choked by what he said: "That's right, that's right."
"Mr. Lei's net worth is enough for that kid Lei Xuan to write scripts for several lifetimes."
"It seems that Mr. Xiaoyan voted for Lei Xuan's script, which is why Lei Xuan got involved with him."
"Humph, a second-generation rich kid throwing money around."
Mr. Wang listened to the discussion and sat quietly drinking tea without saying a word.
*
After a few people left, Lao Wang's secretary sat down opposite Lao Wang.
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