Reborn King of Marketing

Zhang Xuebing rolled his eyes angrily, but he couldn't stand it like a girl, so he had to endure it.

Wang Xiaomin next to him suddenly lost his face and pushed Zhao Jie on the back angrily, "Come on, you are the turtle, how can you talk!"

"I, I'm not going to be a light bulb for you!" Zhao Jie wasn't angry either. She glanced at Zhang Xuebing with a complicated expression, covered her mouth and walked away with a chuckle.

Wang Xiaomin raised her head and then lowered her head tightly. She twisted her clothes with her little hands and whispered, "You're here!"

Zhang Xuebing put the flower in his hand on the frame on the table and chuckled.

"I promised you, I can't break my promise and get fat!"

Wang Xiaomin raised her head angrily and said with red eyes, "I forced you to come here, you don't want to see me at all, do you?"

How do you say this? Sometimes it’s hard to understand a girl’s heart.

Zhang Xuebing deliberately put on an extremely aggrieved look, "I drove three hundred kilometers in one breath and didn't even drink any water. What you said is so hurtful!"

Wang Xiaomin knew that he was pretending to be pitiful. This was his specialty when he was in the hospital, but it made her laugh happily.

He tilted his head and looked at the bouquet of gypsophila and said, "Sit down, there is mineral water on the table, drink it and listen to me sing "The Look of You", it's about to start, I'm so nervous..."

Zhang Xuebing casually picked up a bottle of mineral water and sat next to him as if he was all ears. However, he was thinking in his heart that he had come to the provincial capital again so soon. If he hadn't promised Wang Xiaomin to come to the game, he really wouldn't have wanted to have an affair with Brother Chao just now.

I came here after the conflict. I don’t know if there will be any intersection with this person again this time.

Along with Wang Xiaomin's low Cantonese tone, the singing sound is like a furnace of sandalwood slowly floating away, which is intoxicating.

At this time, in the corridor backstage, Gao Xiaojun was walking quickly and cursing.

"You stinky bitch, I'm giving you face, but you are shameless. Even if you want to be an intern, you can't even close the door!"

He walked out of the backstage and went straight to the high-rise offices in the stage. He found one of the offices and opened the door without even knocking.

An exclamation came from inside, "Who is it? Why didn't you even knock on the door?"

Gao Xiaojun looked inside and saw a plump woman with heavy makeup and costumes, her face flushed, and she was hurriedly adjusting her clothes and walking out from behind the desk.

Sitting behind the shiny black desk was a middle-aged man in his forties, with a fat body and a Mediterranean head, who was frightened and angry. He was also hurriedly adjusting his navy blue suit.

When the woman saw it was Gao Xiaojun, she felt even more embarrassed, but secretly breathed a sigh of relief and hurried out the door without even saying hello.

The middle-aged man also quickly regained his composure, but the scowl on his face became even more angry. He slammed the table and almost shouted, "Little bastard, can't you knock on the door?"

Gao Xiaojun snorted contemptuously, "It seems that no one dares to push the door directly in. No wonder you are so blatant. If the station director sees it, how will she feel?"

The middle-aged man's face was red with anger, his temples were trembling suddenly, and the veins on his forehead were obviously a bit thicker.

As he tied up his belt, he roared like an ox, "Little bastard, if you have something to say, just say it, and if you don't have anything else, get out of here. I don't want to see such an embarrassing thing like you!"

Gao Xiaojun laughed coldly, and immediately his eyes showed a fierce light, "From now on, don't call me a little brat. It's not good for you. Besides, I'm such a shameful thing. It's not you who haven't been educated well. It's just you."

This breed can’t produce any promising sons!”

The middle-aged man frowned and sighed, like a deflated rubber ball, and slumped down on the chair, saying feebly.

"You are short of money again, right? How much do you want?"

As he spoke, he reached for the drawer in the middle of his desk and took out a yellow envelope. After squeezing it, he tore open the seal and poured it onto the table. A pile of dark green banknotes fell out of it.

The middle-aged man was also stunned and muttered to himself, "Damn, it's actually a beautiful sword..."

As he spoke, he put the knife back into the envelope, took out another envelope from the drawer, and poured out a pile of Chinese coins.

Before he could hand over the money, Gao Xiaojun said angrily.

"I don't care. This time I ask you to do something, and you must agree to it!"

The middle-aged man is more afraid of his son asking him to do things than asking for money, so he frowns and says.

"Which woman has your kid fallen in love with again? Let me tell you, be careful not to fall into anyone's trap, otherwise I won't be able to protect you!"

Gao Xiaojun rolled his eyes and said, "I'm looking for you because I want you to write a failing appraisal report for an intern!"

Hearing this, the middle-aged man breathed a sigh of relief, squinted at Gao Xiaojun and said.

"That's it, nothing else? Tell me the name of that intern!"

Gao Xiaojun bared his teeth and revealed a sinister smile, "Wang Xiaomin, the intern who just arrived in the second half of this year!"

The middle-aged man took out a pen and paper, wrote down Wang Xiaomin's name, nodded and said.

"Just get out of here if you have nothing to do. What else do you want to do?"

Gao Xiaojun leaned over and looked at the paper where the words Wang Xiaomin were clearly written on it. He nodded, grabbed the pile of hundred-yuan bills in his hand before he was prepared, and turned away.

The middle-aged man raised his hand to strike, but was half a beat too late. He was so angry that he slapped the table hard and cursed.

"Why did I give birth to such a prodigal and useless son? I should have strangled this bastard to death!"

He put the note written on Wang Xiaomin into the drawer. Suddenly he seemed to remember something, took it out and looked at it, then found a notebook and started rummaging through it.

After a while, his face became more and more ugly, he reached for the phone on the table and dialed.

When the call was connected, he shouted directly to the other side, "You kid, don't even think about it. Their backstage is much tougher than yours. Give up your idea as soon as possible. Do you hear me?"

Backstage in the studio, Gao Xiaojun hung up the phone with a pale face and muttered to himself.

"Wang Xiaomin is not simple. I really didn't realize it. Even the old bastard doesn't dare to provoke..."

It took a long time for some color to return to his face. This guy seemed to have learned some magic. He kept nagging for a long time, and finally showed a weird smile.

"If I can't offend you, I can't destroy you, hehehe!"

The studio hall was already packed with people, and Zhang Xuebing took the seat number given by Wang Xiaomin and found his seat in the front row.

He didn't expect that Wang Xiaomin could get the best place where leaders usually sit. It was really not easy.

Next to Zhang Xuebing is a middle-aged man with a clear face. He is wearing a dark blue tunic suit and looks very steady, yet gentle.

Seeing Zhang Xuebing sit down, the middle-aged man nodded proactively.

Zhang Xuebing also nodded and returned the favor. As soon as he sat down, the waiter immediately brought him a variety of drinks and snacks for him to choose from. The service was really attentive.

He looked back at the seats in the back row and found that those people were not treated so well. It seemed that Wang Xiaomin had really arranged him in the VIP seat.

Zhang Xuebing randomly selected two drinks and a few snacks and placed them on the coffee table. At this time, two hosts in costumes, a man and a woman, had already appeared on the stage and were delivering the opening speech.

Zhang Xuebing had no interest in this kind of competition at all. He only hoped that Wang Xiaomin would finish singing quickly so that he could cope with this one.

After a while, the first singer began to perform on stage. Listening to these old songs that he had heard hundreds of times in his previous life, Zhang Xuebing almost fell asleep and felt that his eyelids were fighting.

At this moment, the thin man next to him suddenly turned his head and said in a low voice, "Little brother, do you smoke?"