Chapter 2933

It is not uncommon for the old drama bone to come back. What is strange is that the old drama bone actually appeared on Ye Xiao's Weibo.

No one expected that this seemingly ordinary group photo would inadvertently set off a wave of nostalgia.

The mother's name is Yang Wanying. Although this name may sound a little strange now, if time were to go back 40 years, no one in the streets would not know about Yang Wanying.

At that time, propaganda basically relied on newspapers and magazines.

But no matter what, it will end up being cut and pasted on the wall or clipped into a notebook.

"Hey? Where's Lao Liu?" Jiang Xiaomi was suspicious.

The lady at the front desk said yin and yang strangely: "Go to the list for his goddess."

"When did he start chasing stars?"

The lady at the front desk poked at the Weibo she just showed Jiang Xiaomi: "Well, it's this old actor."

...

Because of her pregnancy, Ye Xiao couldn't directly help Feng Mu in publicity, so she could only post photos on Weibo and use her fans to increase Feng Mu's popularity. After the warm-up was almost done, she would be introduced to the crew. .

A few days ago, many netizens asked who this aunt is, and Ye Xiao posted the famous movie that Feng Mu had acted in before.

In just one afternoon, Yang Wanying's keywords rushed to the top ten of the hot search list. Ye Xiao remembered that the last time she was so beautiful was when her relationship with Feng Jue was exposed.

Ironically, all the messages from netizens were to send blessings to Feng Mu on behalf of the elders in the family.

As the popularity rose, Feng Mu's name actually appeared in the audition list of "Mid-Autumn Festival Gala Association".

In order to increase the ratings, the TV station issued a statement on the Internet. The artists who performed on the stage were voted by the audience themselves, and the stars with the highest votes could appear on the stage.

After Feng Mu's name was posted, although the number of votes was increasing, compared with the group of hot young artists, Feng Mu obviously had no chance of winning.

Just when Ye Xiao wanted to help Feng Mu to canvass votes through his own Weibo, he found that he was banned and could not publish any content.

"What's going on? How could this happen?" Ye Xiao vigorously poked at the phone, she couldn't believe that she would be banned.

...

Jiang Xiaomi, who was chatting with people at the Dayu Newspaper, suddenly heard the phone ringing. It was Song Zhenzhen.

"Xiaomi, can I ask you a favor?"

From Song Zhenzhen's embarrassed tone, Jiang Xiaomi felt that this task should not be very helpful.

"Say something first."

Song Zhenzhen said: "I want to ask you to send a report for me, the kind that is published in the newspaper."

Jiang Xiaomi blurted out: "Are you looking for someone in a newspaper?"

"No, have you read Weibo? It's the one who has been voting recently. I want you to publish it in the newspaper."

Jiang Xiaomi was a little puzzled: "Isn't it all on Weibo? Wouldn't it be unnecessary to publish a newspaper again?"

Song Zhenzhen sighed: "Weibo is played by young people, and older people don't understand it at all."

Jiang Xiaomi: "Okay, how do you want me to publish it."

Seeing that she agreed, Song Zhenzhen hurriedly said with a smile: "I'll send you the copy in a moment, you can just send it as you like. The location must be conspicuous. How much?"

Jiang Xiaomi heart said, talk to me about money, who do you think of me?

"Don't tell me it's useless, send the copy quickly."

After speaking, without giving Song Zhenzhen any chance to speak, he hung up the phone decisively.

Soon, Song Zhenzhen sent the copy to Jiang Xiaomi's mobile phone. When she saw it, it was a coincidence that the photo above was the old actor.

Jiang Xiaomi probably guessed who this person was, probably the actor mother-in-law who wrote about the fire in Song Zhenzhen's mouth.

This is also a coincidence. The next day is the weekend, which is very suitable for publishing entertainment magazines. After Jiang Xiaomi left the copywriting to the lady at the front desk, he went away.

...

The next day, when the students were on vacation, Jiang Xiaomi decided to take the children to Luo Yanrong's fruit stand for a spin, and then went to Jiang's house to visit the old man.

After breakfast, Jiang Xiaomi, who was packing, was stopped by Butler Yu.

"Young Mistress, can you do me a favor?" Butler Yu handed her the phone: "Help me with the next Weibo."

Jiang Xiaomi felt strange: "Yo, are you still playing this now?"

Butler Yu lowered his head and sneered, constantly motioning Jiang Xiaomi to hurry up.

After the Weibo was posted, Ma Yu held it in her hands like a treasure, but she didn't know how to use it, so she asked, "How do you vote for this vote? Is it a click? Or..."

"You have to register first. Huh? What are you voting for."

Yu Ma was shy: "Vote for my idol, hehe."

Jiang Xiaomi: "..."

...

"Boss, how did you sell this apple?" the passerby asked loudly. After seeing no reply, the passerby couldn't help but amplify his voice: "Hey, boss, how do you sell the apple?"

Ms. Luo, who was fiddling with her mobile phone, quickly responded: "Four yuan a pound, three pounds ten yuan."

The passerby was about the same age as Luo Yanrong. After seeing Luo Yanrong talking about the price and then holding the phone back, he immediately showed his dissatisfaction: "How do you do this business, the customers don't care, and keep fiddling with the phone."

Luo Yanrong was just as if he couldn't hear him, grinning with bared teeth while brushing the page.

When weighing the fruit, the other party saw the photo on her mobile phone, changed his previous attitude, and hurriedly asked, "This person looks familiar, who is this?"

"You don't even recognize her? Yang Wanying." Luo Yanrong handed over the weighed fruit: "Twenty dollars."

The man actually came up and said, "It's really Yang Wanying? Show me."

"She is coming back now, this is not in the audition, take out your mobile phone, I will send you the next Weibo, you can vote two times a day, eight in the morning and eight in the evening, don't forget the time, otherwise the vote will be lost. void."

"Okay, you're the next one for me."

As soon as Lou Jiefeng entered the door, he saw Luo Yanrong and a strange old man, shaking their heads and looking at their mobile phones, shoulder to shoulder.

"Cough cough."

"Cough cough cough."

"Cough, cough, cough..." Lou Jiefeng almost coughed out his lungs, but Luo Yanrong, who was fiddling with the phone, didn't respond at all.

"It's done." After Luo Yanrong handed the phone to the man, she looked up and saw Lou Jiefeng holding his arms, standing there with a serious face, as if there were hooks in his eyes, she quickly locked the phone screen: "When did you back?"

Lou Jiefeng ignored Luo Yanrong, he looked at the customer expressionlessly, the danger in his eyes was extremely heavy.

When the customer saw this, he hurriedly put the money on the table and hurried away with the fruit.

Lou Jiefeng followed the opponent's back and was sure that he had disappeared, so he asked slowly, "Do you know that person?"

"do not know."

"That……"

Luo Yanrong interrupted him: "Take out the phone."