Chapter 647

Just five minutes after Huang Yanzhou's microblog was sent out, Monsoon's name and Huang Yanzhou went on hot search together, which was still the first hot search.

Second, the # monsoon hit people#

The third is the choice of love beans.

Bo Qing directly opened Huang Yanzhou's microblog, looked at the comments below, and all stood on Huang Yanzhou's side.

Three wives and four concubines: [who is monsoon? Is it so arrogant even on the 36th line now?]

I'm the only one who doesn't know the man named monsoon

Everyone of Aite: [take away Lao Huang, our 18th line little paste coffee. The one surnamed Ji is the third generation of super rich. We can't afford it.]

……

After reading the first three comments, Bo Qing withdrew directly.

I didn't expect that Huang Yanzhou had just sent a microblog and made the whole thing big.

Now the monsoon is really hot.

Bo Qing sneered.

A cell phone ring rang at this time.

It's Chen Shaoli.

Grandpa Chen called at this time. Something must have happened to the company.

Thin tilted his eyebrows and frowned, connected the phone, "Hello, Grandpa Chen..."

In Chen Shaoli's voice, there was a trace of anxiety. "Xiao Qing, have you seen the monsoon on the Internet? How can it be like this? The company's share price has finally rebounded, and now it has fallen again, which is more serious than the loss last time."

Bo Qing also has a headache. She really didn't expect that Huang Yanzhou would send a microblog.

Does he want to hype himself to increase the heat, or does he want to completely bring down the monsoon?

Bo Qing still prefers the former. After all, he doesn't need to completely improve the monsoon. The monsoon has been eliminated and can't pose a threat to anyone.

Thinking about it, I thought of Chen Shaoli's voice again, "Xiaoqing, there is only one way now to terminate the contract with the monsoon."

Bo Qing paused when he heard the speech.

With the monsoon?

impossible.

There's nothing wrong with this. If she can't even protect her own artist and can only be solved by terminating the contract, Yuchuan will collapse sooner or later.

"Grandpa Chen, leave it to me. I'll handle it. You don't have to worry."

Chen Shaoli sighed, "I naturally believe in your strength, but this time..."

Bo Qing also knows that the problem this time is very difficult, but she will not give up the monsoon and her artists.

After appeasing Chen Shaoli, Bo Qing hung up the phone.

It's too late. Bo Qing directly turns off his mobile phone. Everything will wait until tomorrow.

Then she went upstairs and went back to her bedroom.

Xi Jinyan sat on the bed reading. When he saw Bo tilting in, he put down his book. "What's the matter?"

Thin tilt shook his head, "nothing, go to sleep."

As for the monsoon, she will find a way. If she can't, she can only ask Xi Jinyan to come out.

Anyway, Xi Jinyan is her person. She is not so pretentious. She has to carry everything by herself.

As for why she doesn't tell Xi Jinyan now, it's because she also wants to take advantage of this event to see if she really has the ability to manage an entertainment company.

If Guan Gong did well in this monsoon, it would also be a growth for herself.

He took a deep breath and leaned straight into the quilt.

Xi Jinyan was also very good tonight. She didn't bother her to make out and fell asleep directly. It's estimated that she was annoyed.