Queen of the Days, She Was Only More Than a Billion

  Chapter 17 Spoiling her beloved, no way!

  Thinking it was the company's public relations method, after a closer look, Nan Xi's heart was instantly warmed up.

  The post ID is: panda Panpan.

  Yang Panpan revealed the full version of Nan Xi’s audition that she accidentally recorded, and she was sharp @陈璐和片方, and asked: [Can I do things brightly? Don't be too obvious to insult people out of context! Do not hesitate to step on others to climb up, today my father paid to help you become famous. Let's choose, who is more suitable for the female one of "Fei Shuang Liu Light Sword". 】

  The topic was fermented quickly, and it took more than ten minutes to leapfrog from fourth to second.

  Dawn and the passersby who watched the excitement expressed their opinions, and @片方 and the original author Feng Xiao let them see. And the film party that was active before, chose to pretend to be dead at this moment.

  Ning Wei is not relieved, and comes again to remind: sister, don’t speak impulsively at critical moments! Let the bullet fly again.

  Flying wool! Nan Xi was speechless, deeply doubting whether tortoise attributes would also be contagious. Yang Panpan helped her out. Is she still a human being hiding behind the Internet?

  Just a few seconds after she cut out Weibo to receive information, the hot search ranked first, and she was @.

  Looking up the past, my heartbeat suddenly went empty, rubbing my eyes in disbelief, the author, Feng Xiao@她了!

  Attached text: [I have watched the audition, and your performance fits my heart very well, and even made my dear father ignore the issue of appearance. But I'm sorry, my child can't be the master. 】

  A few short sentences caused an uproar, the majority of book fans are crazy, their beloved authors can't be the masters of their works? What do you mean?

  Book fan: [What's the situation? Feng Xiao was stolen by Tian Yu? Or was Feng Xiaoren kidnapped by Tian Yu? 】

  【If you are greatly threatened, wink at us. 】

  Malicious speculation broke out, and the official Zhongstar account took the opportunity to stir up trouble: [Tianyu is really rich, but Zhongstar is ashamed. 】

  The dewdrops seized the opportunity and rushed out to clean up Chen Lu: [Book fans, brothers and sisters, please calm down, the background is hard. Beware of nonsense talking and Feng Xiao was greatly blocked. We Lulu and Little Dewdrops were so quiet that we were trembling with fright and dare not say more. 】

  Chenxi: [The inner taste of killing with a knife is too strong, the dewdrops are great, not courageous, and the tea art is absolutely forced to follow the master. In addition to pretending to be poor and selling badly, can you get some advanced dry goods? 】

   Dewdrop: [Dare not dare, for fear of being exposed to cyber hacking. 】

  Dawn: [EXSL! 】

   Nan Xi's mood plummeted. She was rejected by fellow book fans, but she did not dare to explain it. She was afraid that the facts would be as everyone had guessed.

  Zhang Yichen's interests always come first, and it's not that he can't do such a conscienceless thing. You won't really capture Feng Xiao, right? Could this be the result of A-level crisis public relations.

  The result is too cruel to her.

  Huang Yi eagerly called to confirm: "Xixi, does the company look for Fengxiao to cooperate?"

  Nan Xi had no spirits in her eyes, she raised her pillow, and replied lonely: "I don't know."

  "Don’t learn from your Socrates, you’re too advanced, don’t know what it means? Fans are very worried, you give me the bottom, I can find a way to reply."

  Nan Xi put her head on the soft pillow painfully: "I don't know, I don't know."

  Huang Yi was at a loss: "Aren’t you ancestors, don’t you know the person you have admired for many years?"

learn? Nan Xi was in a trance. In this world, even people who get along day and night dare not get too close, see too clearly, basically half human and half ghost, not to mention having never met.

  At the beginning, his father had misbelieved his third uncle, and he became notorious, and the word trust was too heavy. The third uncle disappeared strangely six months after his father entered, and his life is unknown. He left his only son, Nanning, and moved to Canada, where he managed foreign trade.

   Before San Shu did not instigate rebellion, Nan Xi Tang Ge Nan Ning loved her very much. During the Dongchuang incident, Nanning had called her several times, basically evading responsibility.

  It is said that Nanning's search for Sanshu has been fruitless for four years. The law has ruled that Sanshu is dead, but Nan Xi always feels that things are not easy.

  Although his father repeatedly stated that the mall is like a battlefield before entering, the winners and losers have their own lives, and the older generations should not involve the younger generations. But the matter has touched her bottom line, and she couldn't agree with it. On the face of it, I promised to reassure my parents not to worry. In fact, after the Rongxiang real estate in her family recovered slightly and could barely operate, she began to secretly investigate the traces of the third uncle and monitor Nanning from her client.

  Ming, although the company is under the control of the second uncle Nanfang, as long as Nanning and the country are involved, regardless of the size of the business involved, Nanxi will do everything possible to create resistance and damage.

  The dark heart of vengeance hidden deep, sometimes even oneself can’t look directly at it, so what reason is there to ask others to be upright?

  The wind whistling that you have quietly liked since high school, will you really bend your knees to the powerful?

  Think of the magnificent worldview in the novel and the vivid characters. Only those who truly love that world can perfectly present a story that touches the heartstrings of readers.

  The wind is different!

   Replied confidently: "He won't!"

  Huang Yiping circled: "Who is he? Feng Xiao or Zhang?"

  Nan Xi is firm: "Anyway, he won't."

  Strongly shake off the random thoughts in your mind, hang up the phone, open the memo and start editing the document.

  At the other end of the world, Riyadh, a shining oasis in the desert, is magnificent and erected with marble columns inlaid with gems, juxtaposed on both sides of the steps leading to the palace gate.

  The siren sounded from far to near, and Omo, the most favored little prince of Asha, stood on the paved carpet and personally greeted the distinguished guests from the East.

  At the end of the street, the police car escorted six Porsche T series and the middle Rolls-Royce. The license plate on the guest's vehicle is headed by Chinese characters, Shanghai A.

  Three private Boeing airliners are bound to be many for every guest in the car. One is used by his entourage, such as his assistants, and another is a luxury custom-made car. The function of the last one is still a mystery.

  Uninformed people will position this kind of behavior as a high-profile show of wealth, but it is not the case. Zhang Yichen started from the outset and gave potential customers on the sidelines a shot.

  The custom bulletproof luxury car built with a lot of money has a safety factor comparable to a copper wall and an iron wall, and it is a guarantee for people who sell their lives for him.

  "Young Master, Master and Li do not suggest that they will meet with Prince Nafac and immediately meet with Prince Aumou."

  The secretary who is proficient in Arabic, Liang Tingrui boldly said: "The domestic brother Gao has started emergency public relations." Let's not be too anxious to go back. The courage to build up for half an hour was easily dismantled by the other party's glance, but the last sentence still did not dare to say.

  The year before last, Liang Tingrui graduated from 985 with a master's degree. He entered Tianyu as he wished, and was appointed by Zhang Yichen to hold important positions by his side. I was lucky to study and work next to my idols, but after only two months of persisting, I was reluctant to quit.

  Zhang Yichen is perfectionist and paranoid, and the inherent coldness and arrogance is even more prohibitive. There is always pressure to follow him, forcing myself to dare not make mistakes and dare not say wrong.

  It’s not that Sister Honghong will come to the company to give free psychological counseling to everyone, and organize team building regularly. Liang Tingrui’s mentality has long since collapsed.

  Knocked fingers tap the mouse on the small table and save the latest data sent by others. Zhang Yichen closed the computer and raised his wrist to look at his watch: "How long has the car arranged by Nafac followed?"

  Liang Tingrui pressed the communicator hung on her auricle to inquire, and then answered accurately: "Just left twelve minutes ago."

   "Today's dinner party is very interesting."

  Zhang Yichen held the wine glass and shook the potent Hennessy, the ice cubes collided with the amber liquid. He lifted his jaw and drank it in one go.

   "But," Liang Tingrui stopped talking.

  The cup was put back on the table, and Zhang Yichen said solemnly: "You know I appreciate your outspokenness the most."

  Encouraged, Liang Tingrui saw through the window of the car that the reception team of Prince Aumou was getting closer.

He stubbornly bit his head and said: "It is rumored that on the day of the birth of the little prince Aumou, a giant oil well was discovered in the Southwest Strait of Asha Kingdom. King Samand thought it was the good fortune brought by the little prince, so he spoiled him very much. As early as two years ago, the king was controlled by Prince Nafaz, and he changed his attitude towards other princes and nobles, especially the little prince."

After taking a peek at Zhang Yichen’s expression, there was nothing unusual. He breathed a sigh of relief and continued: "Since we have already taken the flu specific medicine produced by the Hubei-funded scientific research institute and used this to knock on Prince Nafac’s heart, why bother to meet the little prince. What? Is it inappropriate to choose the time?"

"The special effect drug has just completed the second phase of clinical trials and has not reached the safe mass production target. The bluffing gimmick will not last long." Zhang Yichen smiled sharply, but his smile did not have a trace of temperature: "But it doesn't need to be hidden for too long. Nafaz will fall, and his umbrella will be permanently closed."

  Liang Tingrui was shocked: "How can a mother not protect her own son!? Unless..."

  Zhang Yichen cast an appreciative look, "Yes, mom is the original, dad is not. Samand's green hat has been worn for a long time, so I will give Aumou a gift in advance for his nineteenth birthday."

  Liang Tingrui was still unbelievable, and had to be convinced: "In such a feudal monarchy country, it will be secretly hidden. Where did you find the news?"

   "There is no impermeable wall, the key depends on what kind of hammer to hit." And the attitude of the parties.

  Deep answer, Liang Tingrui seemed to understand but not understand. However, with the support of the new prince, the future cooperation will be very smooth.

  The convoy stopped, the doors of Weilai opened neatly, and ten bodyguards quickly walked out, orderly distributed positions.

  Ao Mou jumped over the bodyguard excitedly and walked quickly towards the center of the main car. It's not that the attendant leaned down and pulled the car door first, the noble prince actually wanted to pull it himself.

   Following Zhang Yichen, Liang Tingrui had seen strong winds and waves long ago, and he was not too surprised. It is clear in his heart that no matter how much respect or pomp, Zhang Yichen can bear it.

  Shui'an Tiancheng Apartment in the domestic magic capital, Nan Xi is seriously preparing a frontal weapon. I wanted to learn from Feishhuang before, and I thought it would be good if my favorite novel could be put on the screen, not as a stumbling block.

  After some hype by the other party, Nan Xi is not happy to fulfill it. Bullying her, you can decide whether to endure it at your discretion. If you ruin her love, no!

Isn't    a book fan? First, I asked ten consecutive questions in the original work, but Du Niang couldn't find the answer. It was too polite to simply make a fool of myself.

  (End of this chapter)