I took a loan to work, and I misled the central station.

He and his leader spat at Jiang Xiong as if they hadn't noticed Wang Xuan behind them.

Jiang Xiong didn't dare to say a word when he was scolded, and glanced at Wang Xuan with his peripheral vision.

Wang Xuan stood aside and watched the fun.

It was the old man who scolded him, when had he ever seen an old man being scolded.

At this time, it was just missing some melon seeds and peanuts, otherwise it would be perfect.

"What do you think?"

"Promoting feudal superstition is to make our Chinese culture rise?"

"Let me see you rise one?"

Because CCTV took so much more military funds, the military funds of other departments were reduced by a large margin.

Many people complained to He and his leader.

He and his leader withstood the pressure.

Advised them to consider the overall situation.

Then such a thing came out, how could He and his leader not be angry?

"Boss He, please take a look at this."

At this time, the secretary of the leader knocked on the door and walked in.

Holding a tablet in his hand.

The screen was full of hot search topics.

Is the overseas uncle under the jurisdiction of the King of Hell?

This was specifically instructed by the leader. Anything on the Internet about CCTV being sued must be reported to him.

The topic of the damn uncle 410 is also part of it, so the secretary came to report.

He took the tablet and was stunned when he saw the hot search topic, and then clicked it directly.

Scrolling through the comments one by one.

Scrolling through the videos one by one.

Jiang Xiong also leaned over to watch.

"Wow, the joke of getting a haircut in the first month of the lunar year and killing your uncle has become a big hit overseas."

"I am studying abroad now."

"A white classmate of mine was asked for New Year's money by his nephew, and he said he would have his hair cut if he didn't give it."

"My classmate even called me and asked if it was true?"

"I said, give me some money to buy peace?"

"I am working overseas now."

"My boss was blackmailed by his nephew for $10,000."

The expression on his boss's face became more and more interesting.

Just now he was saying that promoting feudal superstition would make Chinese culture rise, and now it has risen.

The boss's face hurt.

It hurt a lot.

The secretary looked at the boss's expression and felt a little uneasy.

Wondering if he shouldn't tell the boss about this at this time.

If this was Jiang Xiong's secretary, he would have had experience. It was obviously too early to get angry.

Jiang Xiong's expression suddenly became relaxed.

"Mr. He, can I borrow your computer?" Jiang Xiong suddenly asked.

"You can use it!" He and his leader were in an awkward situation at this time.

Jiang Xiong turned on the computer and downloaded a software that CCTV had just developed.

This thing is to count the discussion of topics in various countries.

It is good for monitoring the popularity and discussion of variety shows in various countries.

On the sideHe explained to the leader while operating.

The leader watched Jiang Xiong operate without saying a word.

After Jiang Xiong logged in, he entered a string of text.

Then the statistical results came out.

Uncle died in the first month of the year, search times 5 million.

Uncle died in the first month of the year, related topic video popularity 20 million.

Jiang Xiong: "Boss He, this shouldn't be considered as promoting our culture, right?"

"We can celebrate their Christmas Eve."

"They agree with our shaving the head in the first month of the year and the uncle died, which should be unequal."

"We celebrate Christmas Eve, and they also have to celebrate our 30th night."

The leader's face felt like being slapped back and forth as Jiang Xiong spoke.

If I had said it a little later, I wouldn't be so uncomfortable now.

If the secretary had come earlier, it wouldn't be so embarrassing.

How many losses I have suffered from Jiang Xiong, why don't I learn from it.

What is cultural invasion?

To put it crudely, it means letting others say what you say, use what you use, and wear your clothes.

Let others lose their souls and inject your own soul into them.

Shaving your head in the first month of the lunar year will kill your uncle. Whether it is superstition or not, it is a Chinese thing.

This saying has become popular in Haihuo.

This is promoting Chinese culture.

"Boss He, we must promote some good things in the future."

"Don't promote these feudal superstitions."

"Feudal superstitions really can't make culture rise?"

"Ahem!" Leader He finally couldn't stand it anymore and interrupted Jiang Xiong's weirdness.

"Isn't this Wang Xuan?"

"Sit down quickly." Leader He saw Wang Xuan standing aside and greeted him enthusiastically.

Wang Xuan: It turns out that I am just a tool to ease the atmosphere.

"Leader, please continue. Don't worry about me." Wang Xuan sat down and waved his hands.

He almost choked on his own saliva.

"Xiao Keke has said many times that she wants to play with you?"

"Go to uncle's house when you are free and play with Xiao Ke."

"Are you on holiday for the New Year?"

"Have you returned home?"

He showed concern for Wang Xuan, asking one question after another, like an elder.

Jiang Xiong showed a malicious smile on his face: he had been scolded for so long, how could he let this old guy go.

Jiang Xiong: "Boss He, Wang Xuan and I haven't even had dinner yet, and we are rushing to your review."

Boss He: "I'll ask someone to arrange lunch right now?"

"Xiao Shen, take Boss Jiang and Wang Xuan to the restaurant opposite to eat, using public funds." He said to the secretary on the side.

He, the leader, wanted to get rid of Jiang Xiong as soon as possible, fearing that this bastard would blackmail him again.

How could Jiang Xiong let him go like this: "Boss He, Wang Xuan and I still have work to report to you?”

“I still need your guidance for the future work?”

“We drove here for several hours. It was not easy.”

He almost hit someone.

Since he was in the wrong, he could only nod and agree.

“Let’s go. Let’s talk while eating.”

He led Jiang Xiong and Wang Xuan into an ordinary restaurant opposite the Propaganda Department.

“Xiao Wang, order whatever you like.”

“We are old and have poor appetite.”

He gave the menu to Wang Xuan enthusiastically.

Wang Xuan changed directly to Xiao Wang.

“Xiao Wang, the specialty of this restaurant is fish. Order one to try.”

“Being young is good. When I was your age, I could finish a table of dishes by myself.”

“It’s not possible now. Eating spicy food will cause internal heat, and eating sweet food will cause high blood sugar. ”

“Drinking causes gout.”

He kept talking to the leader, not giving Jiang Xiong a chance to speak.