"You look drunk..." Shu Wan smiled mysteriously, then took out her mobile phone.

When Su Chen saw Shu Wan holding her cell phone, she suddenly felt bad, "Honey... you also took a video?"

"It wasn't taken by me," Shu Wan said, "it was recorded by fans."

"No, see for yourself."

Shu Wan has already found the video.

Su Chen swallowed and took the phone.

The famous scene of calling your father-in-law brothers and sisters...

This was the first thing that came to Su Chen's mind. His scalp went numb and he was afraid to watch the video.

Just forget about being embarrassed at home the first two times.

This time... well, this time I was at home too!! But it was live broadcast, and thousands of viewers saw it...

I felt heartbroken all of a sudden.

But when he lowered his head and saw the video content, his pupils dilated instantly, his blood pressure soared crazily, and his hair went numb instantly.

In the video, he was drinking and reciting poetry.

One hundred poems about drinking wine.

The weirdest thing is the two scenes before the end of the video.

"Asking you how much sorrow you can have is like a cup of Erguotou..."

"There are hundreds of poems about wine fighting, I am the immortal in wine!"

Seeing this, his facial muscles twitched crazily.

How can I be so talented when I'm drunk? I can even write poems? And it's just like a cup of Erguotou, it's... amazing!!!

Snapped!

Su Chen raised his hand and slapped his forehead.

This time I got drunk and pretended to be cool.

At a glance, there are already tens of millions of likes, retweets, and comments!

fire!

Explosive!

Turning off the video, he entered Weibo.

He alone occupies the top twenty spots on the hot search list.

The video went viral, the poems flew all over the place, thousands of people chanted them, the liquor was sold out, and the stock price reached its daily limit...

Only at this moment did he realize how much impact the rollover had.

He hurriedly took out his mobile phone.

Open Weibo.

"Fuck!!!" He stood up in a flash.

"What's wrong, husband?" Shu Wan was startled.

"Crazy!" Su Chen's voice was trembling, "My Weibo followers... exceeded 100 million!"

"Fuck!" Shu Wan was numb for a moment, and she said the word "Fuck!" smoothly.

When you want to shut up, it's already irreversible.

The audience in the live broadcast room went crazy when they saw this scene.

"Finally, I've waited for Su Xian's fuck."

"Goddess Shu Wan is also in trouble."

"Su Xian: I actually shocked myself!"

"Su Xian: I'm crazy! My Weibo followers exceeded 100 million overnight!"

You must know that even for top celebrities, 50 million fans is already an exaggeration, and there are very few accounts with over 100 million fans across the country.

After five years of hard work, Shu Wan is still far away from reaching 100 million fans.

And how long has it been since Su Chen opened Weibo?

How many days!!

Then today it exceeded 100 million.

Outrageous!

Not only that, Shu Wan also discovered that the authentication label of Su Chen’s Weibo was officially set to: Qu Dad Qilin Talent, Shixian.

I used Shixian directly.

Su Chen was also confused when he saw the number of fans reaching over 100 million.

It's like he's dreaming. In his previous life on earth, he was already a top king with only 50 million fans...

He was drinking and reciting poems.

Just over 100 million fans?

Is there something wrong with this data?

He couldn't believe it.

After staring at the data for a long time, it didn't drop, it was still rising... He suddenly realized that it seemed that he had really become famous overnight.

At the same time, it also reflects a problem from the side,

That is to say, the Chinese people have unprecedented enthusiasm and love for traditional culture.

After the rapid economic development and prosperity,

Perhaps China is ushering in a vigorous cultural renaissance!

Although Su Chen is a salty fish.

But if he can contribute to cultural revitalization, he will feel that he will have no regrets in this life! Maybe this can be a reason for his debut...

The time quickly passed ten o'clock in the evening.

The live show ends.

Su Chen soaked in the bathtub with extreme shock and anxiety.

The headache after drinking is still there.

…

A certain neighborhood.

Du Yuan, director of the composition department of Huanyu Entertainment, has been watching "The Daily Life of Big Stars" and his heart is surging.

At the same time, I also felt a bit anxious.

When he saw Su Chen waking up, he secretly breathed a sigh of relief. As soon as the live broadcast ended, he picked up his phone and broadcast it to Su Chen.

"Director Du, are you okay with calling so late?" Su Chen was soaking in the bathtub, talking on the phone on speakerphone.

"Dad Su," Du Yuan said in a very polite tone, "I discussed with you this morning the recording of "The Hard to Recite Sutra", and "The Eight Parts of the Dragon" will be broadcast the day after tomorrow. Well, I know you drank today, so I didn't bother you.

Is it convenient for you tomorrow morning?"

Su Chen only remembered this when he heard it.

Drinking makes things worse.

"I'm sorry that I drank with my dad today... I was a little drunk." Su Chen said, "I'll come over early tomorrow morning."

"Shall I drive to pick you up?" Du Yuan said.

"No need to bother," Su Chen said, "I'll come over by myself."

After hanging up the phone, Su Chen got up from the bathtub.

Water flowed down from him.

It dripped down his sculpted muscles.

I pulled over a towel to dry myself, wrapped myself in a bath towel, got into my wife's warm bed, hugged the soft Shu Wan, and went to sleep...

…

Su Chen got up early the next day.

The drunkenness has completely dissipated.

It's just that his lips felt dry. After getting up, he drank a large glass of warm water, and then his throat seemed a little strange.

As soon as he spoke,

Extremely hoarse.

"Husband, do you have a cold?" Shu Wan asked with concern.

"No." Because Su Chen has been exercising all year round, he can count the number of colds he has had in the past five years with his little finger. In his memory, there are no more than three. "Apart from the hoarse voice, there is no other discomfort."

"It's just that I have to record a song today..." Su Chen frowned when he thought of this, "I'm afraid I won't be able to record in this state."

The audience in the live broadcast room heard the phone call between Su Chen and Du Yuan yesterday.

As soon as I heard it, I couldn't record it.

There were more barrages instantly.

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuupup up... Is the recording of "Happy Breakup" going to be postponed again?"

"What should I do if I can't wait?"

"There's no point in rushing."

"For the sake of Daddy Su's throat discomfort... Humph! Forgive you."

When Su Chen was going to bed last night, he said that he was going to record "The Hard-to-Recite Sutra". Hearing this, he asked, "What should I do? It seems that I can't postpone it any longer."

"Well, let's find someone else to record it." Su Chen was thinking, and suddenly he thought of someone, "Honey, there is a singer named Wang An in our company. Is he a distant relative of ours?"

"Wang An," Shu Wan said, "my aunt's silly nephew. I brought him into the industry, but this guy has a bit of an evil streak, and he can't become popular no matter how much I praise him."

"Fans are making fun of Wang An for almost becoming famous."

They are really distant relatives.

Although Su Chen is still relatively unfamiliar with him, he is still a relative. Besides, he doesn't know who to look for: "Then let's record this song with him."

The audience exploded when they heard this.

"No, Dad Su, that guy can't become famous..."

"Wang An sings "Happy Breakup". Why do I feel like this song is going to hit the streets?"

"Wang An: No one can try to make me popular, not even Su Daddy!"

…
Chapter completed!