"Are you crazy about being famous? How dare you take advantage of its popularity! "
"'Heavenly Dragon' is a classic movie in our generation's heart. How can you take advantage of it! If you don't shoot the second part, it's a salute, okay? "
"Who gave you the courage? How dare you shoot 'Heavenly Dragon'? You're shameless! "
"Hey, do you know what you're doing?"
"How ridiculous. Don't be so shameless."
"We will definitely resist the shooting of the second part of 'Heavenly Dragon' by the Ring Entertainment Industry! By the way, have you got the copyright? This is an infringement! Back me up! Send me up! "
As soon as the news of the second part of "Heavenly Dragon", which was shot by the Ring Entertainment Industry, released, it caused an uproar in the comments area directly. The Internet was full of doubts and abuse, and many words were directly blocked. It was simply obscene.
Cassandra also noticed these comments, but she didn't care as she had expected it.
The movie "Heavenly Dragon" had been silent for so many years. If it weren't for the fact that Auden had come out again, few people would have remembered the popular movie that had been active on the big screen and shared by two or three generations.
The times were always progressing. It was irreversible to abandon the old and embrace the new, but in the end, there were still some people who would be a little reluctant and obsessive, and this little unwillingness and obsession would gradually gather into the brightest roar.
With a sad face, Jack threw his phone away speechlessly, "Cassandra, why don't you see how we are cursed? These people are too cruel, cursing me that I won't be able to get a wife all my life, and eating instant noodles without spice... I really can't control my hands. I want a wife. I want a spice bag. Purr...purr..."
Although Jack had been mentally prepared, he did not expect that the comments on the Internet were more terrifying than he had imagined.
Cassandra looked at Jack and said, "Don't worry. If you don't want to see it, just log out the official microblog's account. We won't respond for the time being."
Confused, Jack scratched his head and blurted out, "Why?"
Just let them insult us like this?
'I can't bear it!'
Cassandra, "Let it be. I'll inform you when to start the next step."
Jack was speechless.
He felt that he might not be able to see the sun tomorrow morning!
Jack didn't know what Cassandra was up to. He stayed in the small meeting room for a long time before he left in a hurry.
After Jack left, there were only two people left in the small meeting room, Cassandra and Johnny.
Johnny nodded. Cassandra stood up and walked quickly to her office. Then she picked up the phone and put it near her ear, "Hello."
On the other side of the phone, Hogan was lying on the sofa. Two buttons were unbuttoned at the collar of his black shirt, revealing a row of beautiful collarbones. The man narrowed his eyes slightly and said lazily, "Mr. Samuel, are you free tonight? There is a good storytelling at the South City Grand Theatre. If you are interested, why don't you watch it together with me?"
Times was like a bulldozer that could destroy everything. Up to now, with the development of technology, the ancient culture of China such as Beijing opera and storytelling, which had been passed down for thousands of years, was gradually declining, and some of them even gradually disappeared without a successor.
The South City Grand Theatre had been established in the beginning of the Republic of China. It had gone through countless wars and finally reborn. After its establishment, it was bought by Mr. Du, who used to be one of the four famous stars of the capital city. Over the years, Mr. Du had been committed to inheriting the traditional culture. This grand theatre could remain until today, it could be said that Mr. Du had made a great contribution.
However, Mr. Du was old now, and today was his last storytelling show. Cassandra wanted to buy two tickets for her grandmother, who was a loyal fan of Mr. Du, but unexpectedly, half a month ago, the tickets of this show had been sold out.
However, to Cassandra's surprise, Hogan also liked storytelling.
Cassandra chuckled and asked, "Mr. Hogan, do you also like storytelling?"
Hogan smiled, "I don't like it, but Mr. Du just sent me a few tickets. I just arrived in the capital city, and I'm not familiar with this place, and I don't have many friends. After thinking for a while, I thought that you might like to listen to the storytelling, so I called to ask. If you don't like it, I won't force you."
As her grandmother liked storytelling, Cassandra had listened to a lot since her childhood, especially Mr. Du's works. But she didn't expect that she would have the chance to watch his show in person.
Cassandra clear her throat and said, "Well, may I ask if I can take my family with me?"
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