Parallel world, entertainment desert. Su Chen arrived with a treasure trove of culture from around the world. He is an insurmountable mountain in the live broadcast industry, a tyrant in the Chinese music industry, and the "godfather of entertainment" that the entire film and television and literary circles worship. He can tell a random story and crash the server; he can write a casual ballad and win a Golden Melody Award. The whole Internet is scolding him as a bitch who only digs pits but never buries them, but countless investors are holding checks and can't even see his figure. Because this all-powerful devil with one hand covering the sky is too busy in his private life. The beautiful housekeeper who is worth tens of millions of dollars, has a arrogant and venomous tongue, is wearing silk pajamas and tugging his ears in the rental house; the gentle and sinister top female CEO who controls half of the Internet is only washing her hands and making soup for him late at night; There was that aloof and reclusive national-level queen who hugged his arm tightly and refused to let go when she was drunk... Faced with the crazy gangbusters and paparazzi on the Internet, Su Chen helplessly spread his hands: "I said that I just wanted to earn some rent. Do you believe it?"
If you don't urge me to vote, when will Su Chen come forward?
If you don't urge me to vote, when will Su Chen come forward?
If you don't urge me to vote, when will Su Chen come forward?
If you don't urge me to vote, when will Su Chen come forward?
If you don't urge me to vote, when will Su Chen come forward?
If you don't urge me to vote, when will Su Chen come forward?
If you don't urge me to vote, when will Su Chen come forward?
If you don't urge me to vote, when will Su Chen come forward?
If you don't urge me to vote, when will Su Chen come forward?
If you don't urge me to vote, when will Su Chen come forward?