All Stars Are My Food Fans

A lot of money is really bad.

You know, although the Federal Live Broadcasting Company has been surnamed 'Qian' over the years.

But after the shareholding system, the shareholding was slightly dispersed, and then Qian Xingxing sold 10% of the dry shares to Qian Duoduo's nemesis.

The other shareholders' equity combined is nearly 46%.

Qian Duoduo has absolute controlling rights, and the shareholders cannot open him, but the shareholders have a lot of opinions on Qian Song.

"Every time you invest, you make mistakes every time."

"How much did you get in this time?"

"I don't agree with this nonsense—"

After its proud reputation was damaged, the Federal Live Broadcasting Company lost its excellent productivity, lost the spear of unity of opinion, and generated various shields internally.

The meeting room was noisy.

There were swords and swords in the business field, and Qian Duoduo recognized it, canceled all of Qian Song's positions, and sent him to a subsidiary company to be an editor.

The anger subsided.

However, after talking about Qian Song, after the meeting returned to the topic of how to push the new star down, everyone became miserable again.

Everyone doesn't have the ability and intelligence to fight, so they can only suddenly ask after a few beeps: Why doesn't Qian Duoduo play emotional cards and let Qian Xingxing bring Xinxing over.

Qian Duoduo didn't like listening to this, so he denied it with a dark face.

When the management started to tear up.

The helmsman, who had mastered the direction of the boat, began to lose sight of the direction.

The building will fall, and the mountains and rains are about to come.

It is the death of the old and the life of the new.

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The dream continues.

But the light chaser beside him suddenly changed.

Running and running, in the sunlight, Jiang Qiuqiu rushed into a bamboo forest.

The bamboo shadows are deep, the bamboos are getting taller and denser, but it is very strange that the shaded bamboo forest is not dark, running on the small island, and taking a closer look——

!

There was actually a panda following him.

Fat Da! Go away!

Jiang Qiuqiu stopped in an instant, and hugged the running over in the opposite direction. It was softer than expected, and the two fell together on the green lawn.

He didn't speak, and lay quietly beside Qiuqiu.

Sunshine, spring breeze, and plush at hand.

Is there any happier life than this?

Have!

Gun Gun in his arms suddenly turned into a man, and the scene changed abruptly, from the bamboo forest to the kitchen...

Washing and cutting vegetables together, surrounded by the old-fashioned Beijing copper stove hot pot, the smoke curled up, he smiled in the hazy breath.

Then he picked up the crispy bamboo shoots on the side of the pot and handed it to her bowl.

...

"Yo yo yo."

"What's so happy about this?"

"Come and surround yourself with the deputy!"

Although the cockpit of the jump mecha is small, it is by no means crowded. Jiang Qiuqiu was carried over by the female teacher and was originally lying on the small bed on the edge.

but--

After she lay here for an hour, a professor who was chatting suddenly said, "The concentration of healing mental power is very high, this little girl."

"It's not too close, I feel very relaxed."

"Is there?" Another in and out was supervising the students. After staying here for a while, he asked curiously.

"Have."

This was heard by a few individual soldiers on the mecha next to him.

The young soldier who just joined the army, curious, bold and thick-skinned, also asked: "Can we really relax? Why can't we feel it?"

"You are not a spiritual healer of a non-point-oriented nature, and it is difficult to feel it."

"And it's too far away." Without directivity, the action distance won't be too far.

"Oh... so, can we lean over a little bit?" One of the little brothers asked with a smile, "Let's stand with our backs to our side! Okay!"