The evil people call me green tea, I make money by selling swords

Chapter 21 What are you talking about?

That night, Jiang Wan's live broadcast room became extremely popular and shot directly to the first place.

A carnival of anti-fans, a screen full of insults and abuses, a holy place to eat melons, gossip and join in the fun, a paradise for beauties, to watch beauties, beauties, beauties.

The queen of sales, the top brother of the platform, and "Survival in the Wild" are all far behind. If she hadn't been reported offline by black fans in the end, Jiang Wan felt that she would have set a new record tonight.

She threw the phone away and yawned.

It was already early in the morning, and Master Jiang, who had been busy all day, was going to count the money twice before going to bed. Zheng Yuanyuan, who had been waiting at the door of the ward for a long time, heard no movement inside, and then opened the door with a heavy face and came in.

Zheng Yuanyuan hesitated to speak, took a deep breath, and then felt a little embarrassed, "I bought a ticket to return to China tomorrow morning. Your luggage will be sent over by the program team later."

Jiang Wan didn't make any noise or fuss, her eyes were dull.

Zheng Yuanyuan thought she had been shocked, so she sat beside her bed and comforted her in a soft voice, "I think your live broadcast is going well. Even if you don't become an artist in the future, you can still make money as an Internet celebrity. Don't be too pessimistic. "

Jiang Wan still didn't respond, and just laughed stupidly.

Zheng Yuanyuan's heart skipped a beat, she was done with her, she couldn't really have a mental problem, right?

Let's just wait a few days to announce the matter of Xuezang. Now it's better. She was already criticized badly today. Her role is gone, her endorsement contract has been terminated, and the company wants to hide her. There is nothing left.

Who wouldn't be crazy if you leave it alone?

Jiang Wanhan came back to her senses with a smile, and saw Zheng Yuanyuan with tears in her eyes, looking at her with sympathy on her face.

"It's late." Zheng Yuanyuan took her hand and said earnestly, "People encounter many difficulties in life. Wherever you fall, just get up. Don't lose confidence in yourself."

Jiang Wan was stunned, "Falled? I didn't fall."

Zheng Yuanyuan: ...As expected, drunk people say they are not drunk, and sick people do not admit that they are sick.

Zheng Yuanyuan's eyes became more sympathetic, "You should go to bed first. There is a flight at ten o'clock tomorrow morning, so you don't have to get up early."

"No need." Jiang Wan smiled at her, her smile unable to hide her pale and sleepy look, "The director will let me go back later."

Zheng Yuanyuan: ...

Oh, that's crazy. You're just talking nonsense. I just kicked you out, how can I invite you back again? Isn't that a slap in the face?
Besides, you are a little star who is disliked by everyone on the Internet, why do you want to go back?Continue to offend those traffic giants?

Zheng Yuanyuan pursed her lips helplessly, shook her head, tucked Jiang Wan in, turned off the light, and leaned on the sofa with her eyes closed to rest.

At this point, Shao Ding'an should have finished talking to the bald director.

Even her agent doesn't believe she can be invited back. When she appears in the "Wild Survival" scene again tomorrow, netizens will directly break their defense, right?

When the time comes, I will have to be scolded again and accept millions in tears. Just thinking about it makes me laugh out loud.

It turns out that this is the feeling of having a financial sponsor, so cool!

Although I don't know what will happen in the future, in the short term, Shao Ding'an will definitely not dare to offend her. Whatever resources she wants can be easily negotiated.

In the darkness and silence, Jiang Wan closed her eyes with satisfaction. The amount of money in the account in front of her was firmly imprinted in her mind, and she couldn't shake it off.

What a big flat-floor villa, the layout is still small. If she earns more, she can directly take over two buildings. Wouldn't it be nice to be a charterer?

She chuckled again.

Zheng Yuanyuan couldn't sleep on the sofa at all.

She clicked on WeChat, found a doctor friend, and typed a line with a heavy heart:

"Sister, who is the most powerful doctor in the psychiatry department of your hospital?"

Half an hour later.Zheng Yuanyuan contacted the psychiatrist, made an appointment, and hung up the number. A call from the director of "Survival in the Wild" popped up on the phone screen.

Zheng Yuanyuan was afraid of waking Jiang Wan who was sleeping, so she hung up the phone and sent a text message.

"Hello, Director Yao, Jiang Wan and I have already booked the earliest flight back to China tomorrow. Thank you for giving Jiang Wan the opportunity. It's Jiang Wan who didn't do it well. I'm very sorry."

A question mark came back in seconds.

then……

"Don't leave!!!"

Zheng Yuanyuan frowned, thinking that he was afraid that Jiang Wan would stab the show crew in the back, and was about to type to explain Jiang Wan's current mental state, but another sentence was quickly sent over there:
"Don't go, don't go, don't go. Early tomorrow morning, I will pick Jiang Wan back up and continue recording!!!"

Zheng Yuanyuan was confused, Jiang Wan's words were still echoing in her ears - the director will let me go back later.

What is this called?
Prophet?
Or is it that the leader's love for Jiang Wan has reached the level of a coward doting on a demon concubine?
It's really a knife stab in the ass, open your eyes.

But now Jiang Wan's mental state is not good, and all the star-chasers are slandering her and scolding her. It is really not suitable for her to appear on the show again.

After thinking for a while, Zheng Yuanyuan sent a message.

"I am very grateful to the director for his appreciation and love. I am willing to give Jiang Wan another chance. However, she is in a bad mental state and is injured. I am afraid she will not be able to appear on the show. Please forgive me."

The bald director was dumbfounded.

When she was live broadcasting at night, her mouth was as open as Gatling's, and she was constantly leaking gossip. Is this called being mentally ill?

If she were sent to Jingyanggang, she would be able to kill the tiger and then kill Wu Song. Oh, he would be so angry that he would pull his hair out!
"You don't know Jiang Wan at all."

"It's green tea, it needs to be brewed with boiling water!"

"Look how happy she is being a monster on a variety show. Now she just has no place to be a monster. Of course she's not in a good condition!"

Zheng Yuanyuan was actually a little convinced.

"Besides, this is what the leader meant. He called me specifically. If Jiang Wan doesn't come, our show will be stopped."

He also added an emoticon of falling to the ground and crying, so Zheng Yuanyuan had no choice but to wait until Jiang Wan woke up and ask her what she meant.

"Please, I must ask Jiang Wan to come over, even if he doesn't do anything as a mascot, thank you!"

Zheng Yuanyuan: ...

A famous variety show director actually betrothed Jiang Wan, a little star who is the most popular person on the internet? !

But Jiang Wan has really grown up. In the past, she would ask her questions about big things and trivial matters. Now, not only has she hooked up with the leader, but she has also gone further and further down the road of black and red.

……

06:30am.

Zheng Yuanyuan was awakened by the vibrating sound of her phone. She clicked on WeChat to see if the director had arrived, and saw a message from Jiang Wan in the pinned chat box in the middle of the night.

She had a strange expression on her face and rubbed her eyes to make sure she hadn't read it wrong because she was sleepy. She read it again, but it was still the same line of words.

Zheng Yuanyuan raised her head and glanced at Jiang Wan, who was still sleeping soundly. She really wanted to shake her awake: What are you talking about? How dare you, Jiang Wan? !

The phone vibrated again, so she quickly hung up and walked out of the ward quietly. The bald director was standing outside the ward, holding a flower basket in one hand and a fruit basket in the other. Beads of sweat covered his big head.

(End of this chapter)