Mr. Dior

CHAPTER 23: (8)

The host suffocated for five seconds. I thought that Mr. Zhang would say "this is the attitude you should have in your career" or "the CEO is the same as the employee". I never expected to say so. One sentence.

There was a burst of laughter from the audience. The game background of "Xinghe Glory" is the galaxy empire in the future technology era. Empire is the lineup of gamers, and hostile forces are called Alien Federations. Players can get different titles by upgrading characters and mechs and accumulating battle results.

"Zhang is really humorous," the host responded, "for the early establishment of the empire, I worked overtime and forgot to eat."

The proud Marshal of the Empire didn't explain, but just looked at the camera with a look of righteousness.

The summit was broadcast live on several video platforms. The boring publicity in the first half did not attract many audiences, but the big talks in the second half were still watched by many people. As soon as the phrase "for the empire" came out, the audience suddenly exploded.

[Ha ha ha ha, how my dad and his dad make good sentences every day! 】

[Good secondary 2 feeling. 】

[My son-in-law said everything is right! 】

[Suddenly I feel that Chen Wei's dad has a weird feeling of swollenness? 】

The rich man's world is so unreasonable. You are rich, you are right.

Jiao Qi silently helped his forehead below, it was really invisible.

The host thought the CEO was really interesting, so he asked two more questions: "I heard that your game account is 'Marshal of the Empire'. Is there a 'Mrs. Marshal'?"

Zhang Chenxuan looked at the first row of the audience facing his young wife, and smiled as softly as possible: "Of course, I'm not single anymore, this country knows it."

[Wow, who is he talking about? 】

[That's a question, it must be our CEO Jiao! 】

[Slum, is Jiao always under the stage? 】

Netizens brushed the screen frantically, begging the director to cut the lens to the stage, so that everyone can see the true content of President Jiao. However, the director who had already been talked by Zhang Chenxun had killed him. He didn't dare to take a picture of Mr. Jiao. He could only cut into the auditorium and patted his long legs in silver-gray trousers.

The content of the lens was displayed on the large screen at the scene, and Jiao Qi waved his hand slightly to say hello to the audience in front of the camera.

[Go up, ah, ah, ah! 】

[Oh my god, I can play this leg for a year. 】

[Did you see the hands of President Jiao? Hum, the rich master has been practicing piano since he was a kid, so long fingers ... Mom asked me why I licked the screen. 】

After seeing the content on the big screen, Zhang Chenzhang frowned suddenly. The camera seemed to feel the uncomfortableness of the Marshal of the Empire, and shook back to the stage.

The little star Lu Renjia looked at Jiao Qi at an off-angle position and lamented. Such a handsome gold master is destined to miss him.

Lu Renjia's agent not only brought him one, but today he also brought a fair and delicate young boy, who is the key training object of the agent-Yao E.

Unlike Lu Renjia's lovely sunshine, Yao E is leaning towards delicate and delicate, like a fragile porcelain doll.

"You saw it in the PV just now. You look a lot like the Elves in" Xinghe Glory ". It shouldn't be a problem to take off this promo character." The agent rubbed his hands and looked at Zhang Chenzhang on the stage as if watching a bunch Red hairy grandpa.