When he woke up, the first emperor Ying Che, who was decisive in killing and was able to approve two hundred more memorials after finishing the government, became a cannon fodder idol in the entertainment industry who could not survive more than three chapters. The little idol has a poor business and a tendency to act like a big name. He has just been blackballed by the entire network and has withdrawn from the industry. All that is left is a frustrated manager and a heap of liquidated damages. The manager pointed at his nose and scolded: "Ancestor! Do you still want to do it?!" Ying Che rubbed his brows, looked at the overly beautiful face in the mirror, and narrowed his eyes slightly. "Presumptuous." "You're just an actor, how dare you yell in front of me?" Later - In the variety show, the director asked the guests to fight in groups, and Ying Che used both hands to manipulate his opponents. Black fans:? The script, definitely the script! On the set of the costume drama, the martial arts instructor praised him as a once-in-a-century genius, and the etiquette teacher hugged his thigh and cried, begging him to start teaching classes. Opponent:? ? Are you crazy about buying the buyout draft? At the award ceremony, he wore a dragon-patterned haute couture and looked down at the audience with full aura. Fans (waving light sticks): Ahhh! His Majesty! Long live our emperor! I will conquer the world for you today! Ying Che looked at the fan club's uniform "escorts", "greetings" and fundraising data on his mobile phone, and nodded with satisfaction. Very good, my country... No, my fan circle is in good order, with strong soldiers and horses. As for the investor who wants to hide his rules? Ying Che glanced over lightly. "No one in my nine states dares to be so disrespectful to me." The next day, the investor was found guilty of tax evasion and other serious crimes and gave him a pair of silver bracelets. Crowd: ... Who are you?
