Chapter 362 Face

There are policies from above that must be strictly enforced, but the speed below is very fast. The documents issued by the Ministry of Culture have all the big guys in the Internet circle taking action.

Chuanbo was directly interviewed, and the tone was set as quickly as possible, and Chuanbo was over.

Major color websites have turned into 404.

Netizens cried and wailed one after another. After learning that the source was the two masterminds, LeTV and Hua Yi, they directly transformed into revenge warriors and attacked in groups.

Netizens who criticized Chinese Americans and LeTV attracted more than 3 million views that day.

Just Wang Zhongjun, you gave birth to a son without a butthole! ! !

Boycott the Chinese! ! ! !

Boycott LeTV! ! ! !

Jia Yueting’s damn mother stuff! ! ! !

Wang Zhongjun, you will never be able to eat 4 dishes in your life! ! !

There was a constant flow of all kinds of swear words, and the two official websites were directly stopped. There were even hacker attacks, which aroused the anger of the people.

In the office of the Chinese president.

Wang Zhongjun was so angry that he threw two crystal cups.

The scolding was so filthy! ! ! ! ! These unruly people! ! ! !

"Brother, there's no need to be so angry. Just ignore them."

The Chinese squinted at Wang Zhonglei: "Your brother and I were used as a gun this time!"

"What? Who is so bold?" Wang Zhonglei scratched his head.

"What did you say! Shen Lang!!!"

"Him? Can't?"

Wang Zhongjun sneered: "I just realized it now. He brought it up. Then he pushed me out. Now it's fine. The benefits are evenly distributed. I'll be scolded."

"No way, brother, he's not that bold, is he?"

"He has never been timid!"

"Brother, why don't you take care of him?"

Wang Zhongjun rolled his eyes: "Get rid of him? Now he is the face of Nortel, and he is protected by the second-in-command of the State Administration of Radio, Film and Television. He had to make it clear during the meeting."

"Then? Forget it?"

Wang Zhongjun sighed: "I have no choice but to forget it. I was also impulsive. For the sake of the reputation, I agreed immediately."

"Brother, I think we succeeded this time. Even though it was size L, the flag was still put out. The flag we picked up may be good or bad."

Wang Zhongjun nodded: "That's what I said."

"Brother, Xiaoye's birthday party is ready, Caesar's Palace."

"What gift did your second uncle prepare for you?"

"That must be a great gift. By the way, bro, should we invite Shen Lang? Xiaoye is quite fascinated by him?"

"What the hell?"

"Brother, Shen Lang is very popular with that cheeky little girl. Hey, brother, do you want to match up with Shen Lang? If he can become your son-in-law, then we Chinese can..."

Wang Zhongjun's eyes narrowed, and then light burst out.

"But Xiaoye, too young..."

"Brother, you are 16, not too young. It is normal for a man to be 10 years older. This is just the right age. Age has never been an issue in our circle."

Wang Zhongjun...: "No, the point is, Shen Lang likes beautiful women, and our family is young..."

"Brother, you don't understand, he is famous for being a soft-boiler."

"Really?"

"A must."

"How about a match?"

"Let's put it together and leave this matter to me." Wang Zhonglei said, patting his chest.

........

Wanzhongshan President's Office.

Shen Lang looked at Huang Xiaoming: "What's going on? I just got scolded, and now you're sending me an invitation?"

Huang Xiaoming shrugged: "Who knows, anyway, the invitation has been sent, and all the Chinese artists will be present this time to celebrate the little princess's birthday."

"Damn, I'm not a Chinese artist. You left too, and you still want to betray him?"

Huang Xiaoming smiled and took the glass of water: "Leaving the Chinese does not mean that you can lose your Chinese identity. Fan Xiaopang will also be there."

"I can't control whether you go or not, but I will definitely go. If I don't go, I won't give you face. As a person, I have always given face to whoever gives me face."

"Okay, let's go. Where is Brother Xun?"

Huang Xiaoming shook his head: "I didn't ask, aren't you close to her?"

Shen Lang took out his cell phone and dialed Mr. Zhou's number.

Mr. Zhou was silent for a moment: "Go."

The phone hangs up.

Shen Lang clicked his tongue, it's all about face...Brother Xun is no exception...