Some people think this night is particularly long, while others think it is particularly short.

Above netizens, with more and more people participating, it took only one night.

The official microblog of the General Administration of China Entertainment and the official microblog of the Demon City Branch were both overwhelmed and were directly exposed!

At this moment, no information has been published under the two official Weibo accounts.

All there is is a prompt that Xiaowei is drifting away.

Many netizens couldn't help but feel a little proud when they looked at the results of the night.

Unity is strength, and this sentence is indeed nothing wrong.

And there are people in Weibo’s backend processing center that are almost crazy.

"What did you do? No one has recovered now!"

The director of the backend processing center is going crazy.

It was midnight. It was almost dawn for so long, and the two official Weibo accounts still did not return to normal.

This is a huge accident!

"Director, the number of views is getting bigger and bigger."

The programmers also cried. They had just optimized it, and the number of people there suddenly increased, and the number of views, comments, etc. all broke through the sky.

They have nothing to do!

When the first ray of light in the morning shines on the earth, the busy office workers have already started their day.

In the morning, I was rushing in the car, having breakfast, and browsing my phone.

However, the overwhelming part of the poems of Sumu and the information from the General Administration of China Entertainment.

Countless office workers took a look and were stunned.

"Damn, what happened?"

"I just went to bed early last night. Why do I feel like I missed 100 million?"

"Damn, I'm convinced, Su Mu really has a kind of species."

"The official Weibo account of the General Administration of China Entertainment has been exposed, it's awesome!"

“…………………”

Many people who have not stayed up late, looking at the morning news, are empty inside, as if they have missed 100 million.

I thought Sumu would be cowardly, but who knew that Sumu would be so tough?

In the end, the official Weibo account of the China Entertainment Administration was actually criticized.

Kyoto Chinese Entertainment General Administration

It was originally just an ordinary day, until the staff at work discovered that their official Weibo account was exposed.

I was stunned and dumbfounded!

I looked at the sign of my unit in confusion.

China Entertainment General Administration!

That’s right, how could anyone dare to publish their official Weibo account?

Hesitated and stunned, but the staff soon understood.

It is not easy for people to not know about the news on the Internet.

The clerk was stunned for a moment, and there was no time to think about it, so he reported the situation directly.

But it was less than ten minutes.

The China Entertainment Administration in Kyoto was ignited like a powder barrel.

At the same time, within the China Entertainment Magic City Branch.

After a night of trouble, Guo Desheng, who had just left the hospital, had not had time to rest, and the phone rang directly.

I looked at it with confusion and instantly broke out in cold sweat.

"Hey, Director Pan, you..."

"What are you doing, what are you doing?"

Guo Desheng adjusted his condition, but was interrupted without saying a few words.

On the other end of the phone, the angry voice made Guo Desheng feel chill.

It's over, the leaders of the General Administration find out!

"Director Pan, listen to me..."

"I don't have to listen, and you don't have to talk to me. In a short while, after thirty minutes, you can talk to the leader."

The cold voice was like a sharp blade stabbing in Guo Desheng's heart.

Video conference, talk to the leader?

Which leader?

The only one who can ask Director Pan to talk about his leadership is the director of the General Administration of China Entertainment!

"Guru..."

After swallowing his saliva, Guo Desheng felt that he was afraid he was over.

"Notify Li Mo and the meeting will be held later!"

He gave a cold command, and Guo Desheng had already started thinking about how to report for a while.

He doesn't care about what Sumu does.

What should he do if he cares about him for a while now?

Just when the China Entertainment Administration took action, the Writers Association, which was far away in Kyoto, was also uneasy at this moment.

"Lao Zhang, look, what a poem, what a poem!"

A figure hurriedly walked out of the door, holding a few pieces of paper in his hand.

"puff!"

A newcomer who entered the Writers Association heard such words and squirted directly.

The tea was sprinkled all over the floor, tidying up a little awkwardly, and lowering his head.

"What's the name of early morning?"

An old man in his sixties was taking care of the flowers and plants, and was quite helpless about the impatient personality of the visitor.

"Lao Zhang, look at it, a masterpiece!"

The person who came in did not say much, excitedly held the old man's hand and stuffed a few pieces of paper in his hand.

The printing paper is written in regular script, with beautiful and elegant handwriting, and it is obvious that everyone is taking action!

The old man who was pulled glanced at the other party, put on his glasses, and then looked down.

I saw a few pieces of paper each with a poem written on it!

"Born Water", "Mad Man's Diary", "Answer"

Poetry is nothing else, it is the three poems from Sumu!

The old man looked at him more and more seriously, from the beginning he was careless, but his eyes shone in the end.

"Old Li, this is a good poem and a masterpiece, you can do it!"

The old man finished reading it in one breath, but he was still unsatisfied. He pondered for a long time and let out a deep breath.

Seeing the man in front of him change his eyes, he was a little surprised.

I have been working for decades, but I haven't seen that the other party is still of this level?

"Ahem, Lao Zhang, this is not mine!"

After coughing twice, the man also seemed a little embarrassed.

He knows his own level.

How could I write such a masterpiece?

"Lao Zhang, look, these three poems were all created by this young man!"

He took out his phone and the man knew that the old man in front of him didn't play with his phone on weekdays.

So I probably don’t know Su Mu’s feat last night.

So he told the story bit by bit.

There are one in the office of the Writers Association, and the more I listen, the more I feel my blood is boiling.

"Bang!"
To be continued...