"What the hell..."

In the office, Director Wen, Liu Baoxuan, and Madman Zhao wiped away tears together.

"This guy is so awesome!"

Madman Zhao sighed: "This guy is even worse than me when he's crazy!"

"Look at this party, it's full of laughter and tears!"

"Damn it, the audience has exceeded 150 million!" Liu Baoxuan was itching his teeth with hatred, "Liang Jing, who is like a dog, would have rushed An Ran away at that time. This year's Spring Festival Gala will definitely be interesting!"

Because of the Enron incident, there was a chain reaction, and the programs of Li Xinying and others were also canceled by Liang Jing.

If it hadn't been for this, there wouldn't have been a show called Yanyin. With four king-level artists taking part, and An Ran included, the Spring Festival Gala wouldn't be less interesting than it is now.

Now, you don’t even have to watch it to know that the Xiazhou TV Spring Festival Gala has become a laughing stock.

While the three were talking, there was a knock on the door.

"Come in!"

The staff opened the door and came in, "Director Wen..."

Just saying that, the staff was a little stunned. As the big bosses of the TV station, you three are actually watching the enemy station?

How do you not think highly of your own party?

Director Wen frowned and said, "What's the matter?"

The staff member said: "Director Wen, there was a call from the backstage of the Spring Festival Gala just now, saying that Liang Jing seems to be in a bad situation!"

"What do you mean?"

The three of them looked over together.

The staff whispered: "It seems that the ratings just dropped below 10. I can't bear this blow and I can't hold on anymore..."

Director Wen was furious and slammed the table, "The ratings fell below 10 points? Can Liang Jing still do it? You call him and tell him that if he dies today, he will have to die in the director's position!"

"What? You see that the ratings are not good, and you plan to faint and escape responsibility? No way!"

"Why didn't you faint when you kicked Li Xinying and the others out of the party? Why didn't you faint when you didn't let An Ran attend the party? Are you pretending to be faint now?"

The staff was shocked, not expecting Director Wen to react so strongly.

He went out obediently.

I stood at the door and thought for a moment, Director Wen was absolutely right.

If An Ran was here and four king-level artists were here, why would the ratings be so bad?

And it’s really possible for old guy Liang Jing to use this excuse to escape responsibility.

Look, it’s my fault that the ratings are bad, but didn’t I also get angry and faint in a hurry?

With this background, the audience will most likely not scold you too harshly.

What is this? A bitter plot?

This man smiled "hehe", and Liang Jing's pretense was known to everyone in the TV station. Especially when he angrily criticized Director Wen and Director Liu, he looked so arrogant and high-spirited.

Now you are scared and think of others?

Too late!

One more thing, why didn't this guy call Director Wen and Director Liu directly? He probably knew that calling would be like sending food directly to the tiger's mouth, so he didn't dare to call directly. Instead, he asked someone to call him. Look.

Is it possible to fish in troubled waters?

Hey Liang Jing, are you trying to trick me?

If Director Wen and others were unhappy and scolded me too, how unjust it would be!

Thinking of this, I called the staff directly.

"Hey, Xiao Liu, what did Director Wen say?"

Xiao Liu said "hehe" twice: "I'm sorry, Assistant Chen, Director Wen said, if you Liang Jing doesn't want An Ran or Li Xinying, you were so confident at that time, so just make the party a good one!"

"Feeling unwell now? Who's to blame?"

Assistant Chen was so scolded by Xiao Liu that he did not dare to say a word, "What does Director Wen mean?"

"Director Wen means that Director Liang Jing should stop thinking about such good things. Since he has taken on this job, he should be responsible to the end. Don't become a deserter halfway. Even if he faints today, he will have to lie on the chair in the main control room.

Up!"

"Gudu!" Assistant Chen swallowed and spit.

After hanging up the phone, Assistant Chen didn't dare to go to the main control room for a long time.

In fact, he had expected this result, but he didn't expect Wentai's long talk to be so powerful.

Who's to blame? It's all Liang Jing's own fault. He's too pretentious and can't get it right this time.

When you and your family were five and six, you didn't expect today.

Assistant Chen sighed at the door for a long time before pushing the door open and going in.

"How to say?"

Liang Jing asked as soon as he saw Assistant Chen come in.

At this time, he was already covered in cold sweat and his face was pale. Something really seemed wrong.

But...are people willing to come and see it? Will they believe it after seeing it?

Assistant Chen sighed and said: "Director Wen said that you should stick to your post. The Spring Festival Gala is the top priority!"

Liang Jing was stunned for a moment, "I know!"

The disappointment on his face is palpable.

And he knew that Director Wen would definitely not talk about being so gentle, saying that sticking to one's post was the top priority.

It was mostly just a scolding that Xiao Chen didn't dare to say out loud.

It seems that I really have to stick to my post.

The blame for this matter has been decided by myself, and it is useless for anyone to come. In the past, programs were cut at will, and now the ratings have plummeted. Regardless of whether it is related or not, there are still people who use this to make an argument.

The blame has now been put on my head, and there is no way I can take it off.

At this time, Liang Jing was sitting on a chair, and his originally tall body was actually hunched over.

It looks a bit pitiful from behind.

This Spring Festival Gala was such a complete failure that he probably only now realized the gap between himself and An Ran.

In the office, Liu Baoxuan said with a smile: "I have to share this good news with An Ran!"

Director Wen smiled and said: "Speak carefully, we are Xiazhou TV Station, why are your elbows turned outward?"

Liu Baoxuan said: "That's different. In my eyes, An Ran is one of my own, and Liang Jing is nothing!"

Director Wen smiled and nodded, "As you wish!"

Liu Baoxuan called An Ran and said, "Mr. An, congratulations, congratulations on your great victory at the party!"

There was a smile in An Ran's voice, "Thank you very much, Director Liu, for the compliment, but should we change the word for this great victory? Would it be better to call it a great success?"

"Our Spring Festival Gala's ratings have dropped below 10 points, haven't you won a big victory?"

Damn it, did you fall so hard?

An Ran checked the time. It was only after ten o'clock. Just after the middle of the party, the Xiazhou TV Spring Festival Gala surrendered?

This is so boring!

He thought that he should struggle with the 10-point figure.

The result was a disaster.

No match at all!

"How's it going? Aren't you very proud!"

"Nothing, this is what I expected!"

"Hey!" Liu Baoxuan said with a smile: "You sound very loud. I won't brag to you anymore. I wish you a happy New Year!"

"Okay!"

An Ran was also busy here. He had just come off the stage and hadn't even gone to the main control room. "Then I won't say much more. Happy New Year to you, Mr. Liu. I would like to say to Director Wen and Crazy Zhao that I

Wish them a happy new year!"

"Okay, go ahead and do your business!"

After hanging up the phone, An Ran hurriedly walked backstage.
Chapter completed!