MTL - Doomsday Bosses Win the Entertainment Industry-Chapter 1030 Airport pick-up application

"You have quit the group chat [Youths' Little Wolf Fort]" just popped up, and Song Zhihan heard someone call her name, and immediately felt a thump in her heart, feeling guilty of being caught doing something bad.

"I'm here, what's the matter...?" Song Zhihan quickly put down her phone and responded.

Shen Zhenzhen was still in the bathroom, and it was Shi Meng who came and said that Qin Jue had something to look for her.

Ugh!

Song Zhihan immediately panicked.

Oops, am I going to face the boss's wrath for the first time... Will I be silenced by the little wolf? ! orz ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah fast forward to because the left foot got off the plane first and was fired... no what am I thinking Boss Qin is not such a person QAQ!

Song Zhihan went with trepidation.

She walked back to the private room in the VIP waiting room, first took a careful look at Qin Jue's face, and felt that it was not as gloomy as before, so she was a little relieved.

"Uh...that, I'm here, Boss Qin, please give me instructions." Song Zhihan sat in front of Qin Absolutely, her whole body was well-behaved.jpg

Qin Jue looked at her in surprise, but didn't say anything, and talked directly:

"After this flight arrives, there will be a temporary pick-up by the gentlemen. I will change my clothes at that time, and I need you to do some makeup. Well, the daily kind."

"Oh, yes." Song Zhihan nodded.

After being reminded by Shen Zhenzhen, she also had more eyes. Noticing that her boss still called fans Qingqing, she couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

The screen of Qin Jue's cell phone on the coffee table was still on. Song Zhihan caught sight of the content out of the corner of her eye, but she couldn't see clearly at a glance, but she could also see that there were a lot of words, so she couldn't help but look at it more.

"...Congratulations to us, Qin Xiaolang, for winning the award! I can finally see the movie I've been dreaming of before. I'm so happy. It's still the movie king's work. I'm looking forward to it! The cross port in this photo (maybe it can be said so?) is the same as when he played and sang "Servant" "The crossroads are too similar, and the artistic conception also has something in common. I feel like crying. At that time, the state of filming was really difficult. Fortunately, it has paid off now. It’s great. Lang Lang has worked hard. Recently, things have piled up Let’s have a good rest together #hug…”

After seeing it clearly, Song Zhihan almost burst into tears. take a look! What is textbook fan care! This is the family members that the boss cares most about! Boss deserves it! Such a sincere Qingqing is also worth it!

No wonder Brother Jue seems to be in a much better mood... Woooooo my brother, you really worked hard, I have fully understood your speechless mood just now QwQ...

Song Zhihan's eyes were really tearful, and she quickly nodded the corners of her eyes in embarrassment, thinking that with Qin Jue's eyesight, there should be no missing things, so she said directly, "Well, Boss Qin, I'm sorry, I just..."

Qin Jue was slightly startled, and smiled: "It's nothing, let's not make an example."

"Yeah, yeah, sure—"

Song Zhihan responded again and again, and then realized that since Qin Jue responded like this, it meant that she was indeed stabbed by his mentally handicapped speech a few minutes ago, otherwise she would not have used words like "this is not an example"...

Ugh!

I realized it, I really realized it, Sister Zhenzhen, my life-saving god! orz

Song Zhihan automatically slid to her knees with tears streaming down her face in her heart, and entered the working state with guilt, remorse, guilt, heartache and other emotions: "Which outfit will Mr. Wolf change later, can I have a look?"

After she finished speaking, she found that the aura emanating from Qin Jue on the opposite side had returned to the helplessness and vicissitudes of the overtime social animal in the past, as if he could not help anyone.

"Come on, let me show you." Qin Jue smiled and shook his head.

A few minutes later, Song Zhihan nodded with a "hmm", and already had an idea in her mind.

"By the way, remember to cover yourself tightly after the flight arrives."

It happened that Zhan Xin and Shen Zhenzhen had also returned to their seats, and all the staff were there. Qin Jue instructed, "I just received the news that there may be a lot of movement at the airport this time when I return to China. You can stay a little later after the plane lands, and stay with others until the end." Passengers go together so as not to be surrounded like mine."

He added: "The car to send you has been arranged, we will split up at the airport."

"Mmm Good."

"receive."

The four responded one after another, and Shi Meng took a breath: "Boss Wolf said so, what a big battle this is..."

"Domestic works haven't won international awards for a few years, and it's normal to have more reactions." Zhan Xin said softly.

"Well. It's confirmed that there will be media reporters on site, and the 'welcome ceremony' is indispensable." Qin Jue made a quotation mark manually, "As a party involved, it is not good to resist fiercely, that would be too unsightly, and we can only bear this. Wave."

"Yeah, even if you have achievements, these things will follow, and there's nothing you can do about it." Shen Zhenzhen interjected appropriately, "Boss is working hard, pay attention to safety then."

Qin Jue nodded.

"Hey, if that's the case, it's alright for the Qingqings to pick up the plane?" Song Zhihan reacted.

"It doesn't matter. There are too many people in the family now, and there are too many people on the top. Besides, there are too many eyes staring outside. This trip has been leaked into a sieve. There will always be someone who knows the way." Qin Jue looked calm, " With the official organization, it is also easy to distinguish who is pretending to be a fan for the sake of gimmicks, and who really wants to maintain family harmony together."

She smiled: "Why are you worrying about it too? I will definitely take good care of you who pick up the plane through official channels."

"Hey, I'm so handsome." Song Zhihan was no longer worried, and smiled and felt relieved.

"Well, that's it. There's nothing else to do, you can do whatever you want." Qin Jue rubbed the space between his brows, "I'll sleep over there for a while, see you when I board the plane."

After she finished speaking, she left the private room, walked to the special sleeping corner of the VIP waiting room, and found an empty recliner to lie down on.

It's sleepy, but it's actually not sleepy.

Senran's voice sounded in the earphones: "Abba, the announcement has been made, and there is a strict reminder that in order to prevent stampede accidents, Qingqing who was not selected should not pick up the plane by herself."

Qin Jue responded lightly.

After a moment of silence, she asked softly, "How many people are there?"

"It has doubled compared to before, sixteen people." Mori replied, "The locals are still preferred, and those who have their own schedules to visit along the way are given priority. Other matters such as the prohibition of disturbing the order of the airport are also marked, and they are currently open. I have applied for pick-up, and I am still in the registration stage, and the result will be announced after the plane takes off."

Qin Jue breathed a sigh of relief: "Okay."

"Father, you look a bit tired." Senran said in a milky voice, "Do you want to receive Liliu's live broadcast?"

"…also."

"Okay, Papa Jiumi."

As soon as Senran finished speaking, a soft chant came to his ears. Qin Jue pressed his knuckles on his temples, and his unconsciously frowned brows gradually relaxed.

For the first time in her life, she didn't want to click into "Qin Jue's Home" so much.

The power of groups has always been terrifying. A person in a crowd is like a drop of water falling into the sea, and it is difficult to discern his/her unique personality. Qin Jue flipped through fifteen pages in the comment section before seeing a familiar or expected reply in the endless carnival.

Too many people broke into her house.

Those Qingqings who entered the pit very early and have been with Qin Jue to this day were washed away in the huge flow of people, some quietly looked out, some joined the cheering waves, and some tried and worked hard to stay on the same rock in the churning waves .

A moment ago, when Qin Jue slid his fingers over one comment after another with similar content, the speed at which his fingertips touched the screen uncontrollably accelerated, faster and faster.

It is hard to imagine the visual effect caused by so many different IDs gathered in one place.

The homogeneous shouting made them a group, not the Qingqing individual who Qin Jue once memorized the barrage, memorized the speeches, and matched all the nicknames.

She felt lost because of this, felt ironic, and then felt tired, so she made the decision to temporarily open the application for pick-up.

How could Qin Jue not know that You Qingqing was actually "going in both directions" with him.

It's just that the voices of the group are so enthusiastic, who are watching the excitement, who are the "floating fans" on the top, and who are too excited to seem to have integrated into the current group——Qin Jue is a man, not a god, in a In the "one-to-many" perspective, she couldn't tell clearly through layers of network cables and screens.

Dealing with it must be dealt with. The problem must be solved instead of avoided.

But before that...

Qin Jue still misses her family a little bit.

The wanderer returns home, thinking about the lamp that never goes out every night.

She wants to see real people, wants to have a face-to-face conversation, and wants to confirm for some reason that "not all the Qingqings she is familiar with have become what she just saw", of course she knows the answer is indeed the case, but What you think in your head is more reassuring than what you see with your own eyes.

Let's pick up the plane.

Meet and talk.

Get away from countless shots and flashes, take a breath in front of the people you really care about, and get back your blood.

As I once said to "Not Gray" and "Thousand Colors", fans should not be a group.

Each of them is different, with different dispositions, habits, pursuits, and lives.

What Qin Jue is doing now is to find this "difference" among a group of people who look very similar.

Every part of her is unique.

It shouldn't—or she doesn't want—to be involuntarily coerced, involved, and annihilated by the collective will, leaving only a unified voice of fanatical applause. UU Reading www.uukanshu.com

The singing of the little fox spread into the mind along the ear canal, like the gentle waves of a clear spring, reassuring and peaceful.

Qin Jue closed his eyes and sighed.

She has become weak.

If you care, you will inevitably have expectations, and if you have expectations, you may be disappointed.

But it is very difficult to make her not care.

"Aran." Qin Jue called softly.

"I'm here~!"

Qin Jue was silent for a few seconds: "Help me contact Dr. Lu."

"I'm not in the right shape right now."

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(end of this chapter)