Doomsday Bosses Win the Entertainment Industry - Chapter 997.1

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Colton fell into a sudden panic. He was still standing with Tian Gang just now, but now he can’t control the vision that he will be like Mo Sen many years later, and he can only sit in the corner gloomily and smoke, say some straightforward, self-deprecating words, and then talk about it. In this way, as a person at the bottom of the society, he will spend the rest of his life in depression and uselessness.

However, the plot development in the film never stops for the off-set audience. While Colton doubted himself, Tian Gang on the screen sighed and informed Wang Dali of the result of his line.

“Then there’s no other way.” Wang Dali said, “Let’s continue to be conscientious flower guardians!”

“Wait, so why are you piggybacking me—”

Tian Gang’s feeble protest was drowned out by the sound of traffic horns.

After that, Wang Dali would take Tian Gang to the outdoor seating of the cafe whenever he had time to sit down. Mo Sen, who was marked as a dangerous person, never showed up. Day by day, everyone’s daily life seemed to resume. Calm down and get back on track.

Taking this opportunity to become familiar with Qiu Xue gradually, Wang Dali gradually plucked up his courage and made a plan to invite the goddess of dreams to dinner in Tian Gang’s “Wow…” sigh.

“Aha…”

Damon yawned, and Jasper rubbed his eyes.

“I’m too lazy to say it’s **** up,” Roberto muttered beside him. “Only my aunt sees this kind of stuff.”

Colton smiled helplessly.

At this moment, Jasper suddenly pressed over, Colton was startled, and curled back into the seat like a conditioned reflex. Jasper didn’t pay any attention to it, he just passed over Colton who was sitting in the middle and stretched out his hammer. Damon punched in the shoulder.

“Hey!” Damon yelled angrily.

“If you had made the decision sooner, we wouldn’t have no other movies to watch right now.” Jasper sneered unceremoniously, seeing Damon’s phone search page for other movies.

“How do I know that Longzhou films are so boring.” Damon responded angrily.

The rhythmic and dynamic music sounded abruptly, and the sleepy and bickering boys became more awake, and their attention returned to “Rain of the Day”.

It’s Mawson…!

Colton caught a glimpse of the light-colored hair, perhaps the “Yu Wei” in Mawson’s words was still there, and his heart suddenly tensed.

The noisy sound continued, and Mawson sat in front of a machine in the arcade, hunched over his neck, two hands operating buttons and sliders. His expression was still focused for the time being, but he didn’t see any pleasure, more like passing the time in boredom.

The camera did not capture the record on the screen in detail. It didn’t take long for Mawson to let go, pick up the soda can beside him, and swayed out, lighting another cigarette in the process.

“It’s decadent,” Jasper said languidly.

Naturally, Mo Sen in the picture couldn’t hear the ridicule. He raised his head and drank the beer, threw away the can, and immediately took out his mobile phone from the pocket of his old-fashioned thin coat.

At the same time, in the spacious and bright office, the mobile phone on the desktop “buzzed” vibrating.

The next second the camera was switched, Damon and Roberto laughed in unison.

This new character is really funny. He has a round head and a round brain, tall and strong, but his body can only be described as “fat”. What’s even more funny is that he is wearing a rather serious suit, which looks like The roots are wrapped in dark blue plastic to form a fat ham sausage.

Colton couldn’t help laughing, his eyes evaded to the subtitles at the bottom of the silver screen, and he learned that the fat company employee was called Cao Hao.

hum – hum –

The uninterrupted vibrating sound seemed to urge, Cao Hao picked up the phone, glanced at the caller ID, bowed his head and hurriedly left from the workstation, walking all the way to the periphery of the bathroom before picking up the phone.

“…Hey?”

“Hello, Cao Hao?”

On the other end of the call, Mo Sen spoke rudely, his tone full of irritability, “What the **** are you doing on a plane, this month’s money hasn’t been credited to the card yet.”

(End of this chapter)

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