After the draft became popular, he was secretly favored by the paranoid boss

Thanks to the persistence of the dog curator, Firebomb successfully learned the meaning of the art museum.

Saying it's not sad is a lie.

Especially when everything is ready and waiting with anticipation.

But they didn't even give them a chance to investigate, and directly declared that the joint signing was a no-go.

Each one has complicated expressions.

It's kind of like being tricked by a carrot, but in the end it turned out that he was just a free laborer working for nothing.

Mr. Qian immediately stepped forward, grabbed the person who came to inform him, and asked in a good voice,
"What's going on? Why is it so sudden? Didn't we agree to watch our performance and then sit down and chat together to get in touch first?"

Quietly, I will just say this directly. After inspection, I feel that you do not meet the art museum's publicity requirements for the time being. Please suspend the joint signing for now.

That's it?

Isn’t this just a rip-off?
Ever since Firebomb turned into a competition machine, Qian Yueliu's chance to have such a friendly and flattering tone again was as small as a comet hitting the earth.

All kinds of conspiracy theories flashed through my mind, ranging from the opponents stirring up trouble and grabbing resources to the organizers looking for tool people from the beginning, with no intention of looking for them at all.

I thought of one hundred and eight reasons for being stabbed in the back.

Unexpectedly, the staff member who came to notify him let out a long sigh, which seemed to be no less indignant than Qian Yueliu.

He poked his head left and right, quickly checked that there was no one nearby, then put his hands on his hips and cursed,
"Ha! Don't mention it! We all suspect that the leader has some serious illness!"

firebomb was confused: "..."

Qian Yueliu was stunned: "...?"

Man, you seem to have snatched away my curse words!

The conspiracy theory slowly collapsed, and the staff even angrily took out the celebration banner they had prepared, with the words "Warmly celebrate the successful cooperation between firebomb and Dongnae Art Museum" in big words.

"Who knows what the people above are thinking. They originally released news about cooperating with you, and we made banners, but suddenly they said that the risk is too high, so we turned around and turned to Ye Shishi."

"Look for it! Ye Shishi's audience is all middle-aged and elderly. Each of those people pays more attention to reality than the other. Chasing stars is just for fun. Who has the passion to care about environmental protection tours? Who is willing to buy the joint brand! It's all fucking It’s the rhythm of a rotten warehouse!”

"Really, our Propaganda Department originally thought that there would be no chance there. The plan has never been done by them. It's all based on your firebomb. Now we have to rework it all! What nonsense do these leaders have in their heads!"

The scolding was impassioned and chattering, and the accumulated anger was poured out in response to Qian Yueliu's unwilling questioning.

In the end, adults scolded him and Qian Yueliu tried to persuade him.

Firebomb sat quietly and didn't dare to make a sound.

The scene was very weird.

Looking at the indignant art museum employee who was scolding too quickly and couldn't even take a breath, and burst into tears, Gu Nanci silently handed over a piece of paper.

"Thank you." After wiping away his tears, the grumpy boy suddenly paused.

The hand holding the paper trembled slightly.

The workers had just been driven crazy by the lame leader, but now they suddenly regained their senses.

I finally realized where I was, not in no man's land, but in the territory of my former partner, and scolded the current leader.

...Is it too late to dig a hole and bury yourself?
To be honest, I have never seen such a fight. Qian Yueliu himself was the one whose cooperation was cancelled. He didn't even say a word to get angry. Instead, he comforted the frustrated employee.I have to say, this is more relaxing than scolding myself!

Qian Yueliu incarnates to comfort the master: "It's okay, maybe the leader has someone else's consideration?"

...No, why did he help the other party to talk!
"It's nothing to think about! They're just a bunch of pedantic old antiques! They cling to those old ideas and just look down on -"

He paused and slowly swallowed the word "idol" that came out of his mouth.

What a risk. I almost scolded my boss on someone else’s territory without saying anything.

Did he forget to bring his brain when he went out today?
Firebomb and the others looked at each other.

Although I haven't said it out loud, as idols, we have heard this kind of words quite a lot since our debut.

Idol, synonymous with vases, in some people's minds, is even the same as the people who sell jokes in ancient brothels.

It’s not like I haven’t heard anything worse.

Of course this staff member, who was clearly pissed off, didn't care.

The grumpy boy bit his lip and took a few deep breaths. He was indeed a ruthless person who could scold the leader. He took a few deep breaths to fully adjust.

I can't go crazy anymore, this is the end of it.

After all, he is a public employee, and he does not want to be a vicious boss-employer who can just throw out his resignation letter and leave. He will still have to work in the company in the future.

"Well, I was a little excited just now..." The younger brother quickly changed his face, trying to restore his crazy image.

Qian Yueliu and others nodded politely with a smile, thinking that you were more than just excited.

"Anyway, given the current situation..." The guy who scolded the leader was very young, with an air of philistinism that had not yet been tainted by class. He pondered for two seconds before speaking, and even suggested seriously,
"Why don't you just leave! Even though you've been hired, you still won't cooperate. You're co-authoring and giving them free publicity! Let those leaders have a headache! Reflect on what you did that was not humane!"

firebomb: "...?"

"By the way, let me tell you a little tidbit. What I overheard was that the one they thought was suitable, Ye Shishi, was the one who came to the rescue. He went to audition for the great director's banquet. Went there, nothing happened to this little crappy exhibition promotion."

"If you don't give me any money, you will be left hanging. Who cares?"

Qian Yueliu: "...!"

No, that’s what you said with such internal information?
Looking at the guy who was dismantling the desk in his unit, his eyes became more and more complex.

This guy is not so stupid and heartless.

Just... Qian Yueliu's heart stopped when he caught a glimpse of a seemingly million-dollar luxury watch that he inadvertently revealed while dancing around.

Come on, a rich young man experiencing life.

Well done, I applaud you. Swear a few more words to help us vent our anger!
After pondering for a moment, he felt more and more that his suggestion was feasible, and the young second generation began to persuade others in reverse:
"Are you leaving? I've already thought of the reasons for you. I just said I'm not feeling well, and I can trick them into defrauding them and mistreating them. I have people at the hospital, and the ambulance can be outside in 3 minutes!"

"Wait!" Qian Yueliu suddenly woke up with a start. He looked at the Firebomb people across from him and confirmed his thoughts in the flash of lightning. "Well, it's better not to use it. Since everyone is here, the fans have come all the way outside to wait. Well, let’s finish the performance first and then talk about it.”

"They don't even need you! They don't even give you any money! Just treat you as tools and use prostitution for free!" The second generation looked at him in astonishment like an alien, not understanding that there are actually people in this world who really care about fans. Fool.

"This... is a public welfare after all. I've come here, so I won't care about it so much." (End of Chapter)