Amnesiac Bigshot Remembers Only Me (The Boss Lost His Memory and Only Remembers Me)

Every video of statistical data, as long as 'Chimo' is mentioned, accompanied by the exciting victory background music, watching the data bar of 'Chimo' explode in a blowout, the barrage is a water of 'Chimo' Duck!

Back in the dormitory, as soon as the box was opened, Chun Xiao really got it right. The glittering golden TV medal, the million-fan reward unique to station B, was really sent to her.

Lu Youyou turned into a crazy fan girl: "The speed of your fan growth, I'm afraid you're going to break the record."

The fan data of station b is almost not mixed with water. One million fans is one million fans, which is very real.

Chun Xiao slid his phone: "The master of eating and broadcasting in the living area, the two bosses in the animation area, and a boss in the ghost and animal area, the growth rate of fans is similar to that of Qiao Qiao. By the end of this year, Qiao Qiao is afraid to become a top 100. Up Lord, congratulations to Sahua."

Lin Xiang shrugged: "I didn't expect Wen Qiao to be the first in our dormitory to become a millionaire."

Chunxiao: "You're almost there too."

Lin Xiang: "Now I want to invite Wen Qiao to make a cameo appearance on my channel and help me promote it."

Wen Qiao: "You have to call me dad."

Lin Xiang squinted: "Did you call me Dad when I promoted it for you?"

Wen Qiao shrugged: "That's because you didn't ask for it. If you ask, maybe I can call you dad."

Lin Xiang: "I think you are beaten by people who lack society."

Wen Qiao rolled up his sleeves: "Then see if you can beat me."

In the end, Lin Xiang called Wen Qiao's father humiliatingly.

Wen Qiao touched her head: "Good, I'll help you promote at night."

Lu Youyou snarled: "Eh? Jojo calls me dad, you call Jojo dad, then who am I?"

Lin Xiang geared up: "Who do you think I am?"

Wen Qiao can't beat her, but Lu Youyou can't beat her?

Lu Youyou immediately confessed: "You are my classmate, dear classmate, put away your fists."

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When going to the Minle Building to practice, Dong Yao sat next to Wen Qiao: "What you asked me to check, check it out."

Lu Youyou came over, "What are you checking? What are you checking?"

"The disabled band that donated to us before, I asked Dong Yao to check it out for me."

Favored by others, she felt uneasy, and she always wanted to do something for them.

Lu Youyou asked again, "Dong Yao, what did you find out?"

"The man with the prosthetic leg is the captain. Everyone calls him Brother Shan. He has a folk music band called Shanhai Band..."

Wen Qiao muttered to himself, Shanhai Band, a very romantic name.

"There are six members in the band, all of them with disabilities of varying degrees. They basically perform on the streets of small towns in the suburbs of Haicheng, and they also go to surrounding cities. The income is not stable. When it's few...rarely."

Wen Qiao clenched his fists. Most of the time, there were only five or six thousand, and there were six of them, barely making ends meet.

In such a difficult situation, I thought of donating money to them because I really love folk music.

The grace of a drop of water should be repaid by a spring.

Wen Qiao searched the Internet and saw that there were several small theaters for sale. She compared them and found the owner of a theater called Hua Xuyin not far from the Turandot Concert Hall.

A few days ago, she made a few more songs and sold them to Brother Hao. She also asked for the opinions of the members, and used part of the income from the previous tasks to buy a small theater. All members agreed.

So Wen Qiao bought the Hua Xuyin Small Theater for a modest price.