In the morning of the next day, Jesse Yun rarely slept for a while. After getting up, he made sandwiches for himself. After a delicious meal with fresh orange juice, he opened the corner of his curtain and swept downstairs. After a glance, he saw hundreds of reporters, squatting downstairs in his house with long guns and short artillery in their hands.
He raised the corners of his mouth and smiled. He estimated that Old Zhao should have shaken everything out, so he simply picked up the phone and sent him a text message [Do you think I will see a surprise when I turn on the TV?
The text message was sent back soon, and Zachary Zhao only gave him two words [Idiot. 】, followed by another line [If you really don’t speak, you’re already a blockbuster, the entertainment industry is completely blown up by you. 】
Jesse Yun smiled at the full stop at the end, as if he had seen Zachary Zhao’s meticulous texting through the text message, and even the full stop was not allowed to fall.
Leaning on the sofa with a cushion in his arms, he yawned lazily and turned on the TV. All the channels seemed to be just like Zachary Zhao said, all broadcasting the same blockbuster news.
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