[0026] Ma Xiaoling?

At about six o'clock in the evening, the hotel lobby was already decorated. A simple but magnificent rostrum, circle after circle of people, looks like letting you enter the ocean of people's war, wrapped in an indescribable breath, with a feeling of breathlessness.

The reporters in the lobby were next to each other, like compressed biscuits, compressed to the maximum density. After waiting for about half an hour, Sister Ran appeared in a low-cut black evening dress. She said to the reporters, "Dear reporters, I announced the press conference of Zebra Prince. Officially... Let's invite today's pig's feet and all the staff to the stage!"

Of course, these staff did not come on the stage to be interviewed - their task is to cheer up Yi He, so that he will not be bombarded by reporters alone and not to say anything nervously.

Sister raan made a brief introduction and spoiler about "Prince Zebra", and then pushed Yihe's pig's foot to the front desk and gave the microphone to Yi Heyi. Yi He didn't know what he should say. He picked up the microphone and thought about it, and simply said, "Just ask what you want to ask..."

As soon as this sentence came out, the scene was blown up...

"Hello, Mr. Yi, I'm a reporter for New Vision of Entertainment. My problem is..."

"Mr. Yi, I'm a reporter of Xiangjiang Gossip. My question is that as a newcomer, you..."

"Mr. Yi..."

This violent bombing is indeed more powerful than Shenma. It's easy to rub your brain with a little headache... "Stop... It's so noisy, shut up!" Yi He doesn't care about what his image looks like, let alone what the next day the newspaper said that a newcomer's press conference yesterday was angry and so on.

The reporters suddenly quieted down, and then the camera flashed, and Yihe gently throated. They said gentlemanly, "Friends, what you just saw was hallucinations. You didn't hear anything, did you? How can a gentleman like me do that kind of humiliating thing? Everyone, you are very noisy. Let's talk about it together. I don't understand. How about we play a game?

The reporters are dizzy and complain in their hearts. They have just finished their anger, and now they don't admit it in a blink of an eye. What a fucking talent, but playing games? What game? The working relationship made them disappear the silence just now, and many people shouted together: "Okay..."

Yi He said: "Hong Kong, as a civilized place, you, as a group of civilized journalists, are not right to chase and intercept, so it is not right to rush up. Therefore, the next game I launched is the most fair plan for your interview and you to feel the most fair one - drumming. Pass the flowers!"

Yi He's voice paused for a moment, and looking at the reporters' dull expression, he was proud - what's wrong with the reporter? It's always a king to play cards if you don't follow common sense, can you imagine? You really can't imagine it, right? It's just that you can't think of it. If you all think of it, will I still fool around?

Yihe doesn't like his behavior and thinking, and even the language is dominated by reporters.

Therefore, as soon as he had an idea, he came up with such a small game and suddenly put the control of the press conference in his own hands. He explained in detail: "Drums, we don't use real drums, flowers, let's use lights to find who is who, understand?"

"There will be a passionate music, and then the lights will start to flash. I will find a person among the reporters and friends, then blindfold him, let him stop, stop and ask questions. Of course, if this journalist friend feels unfair, I can give him a chance to ask questions... In addition, those who have asked questions should leave the screening area!"

A reporter tried to stretch his arm, stretched a long wheat like a cucumber in front of Yi He, and asked loudly, "Can you answer us why those who have asked the questions leave the screening area?"

Yi He stretched out a finger, shook it for a moment, and said, "It's very simple, for the sake of fairness!"

"Mr. Yi He!"

Yi He already has a confident smile on his face. He is no longer nervous now. Now the venue is controlled by him - "Listen to me. If these people have asked questions once and ask questions for the second time, does it feel unfair? Moreover, I have a lot of time today. We can continue this game until two o'clock in the morning!"

Yihe gives them plenty of time.

On the one hand, he showed his grandiance, and on the other hand, he showed his domineering behavior. Yi He's behavior made a group of fiery reporters go crazy - if Yi He is not so domineering, everyone is willing to interview such a person. Why?

There's a lot of time, so it's easy to talk.

However, Yi He's domineering has suppressed them. Although Yi He said that he was a gentleman, these reporters felt that this guy was not easy to provoke and domineering.

Yi He casually pointed to a reporter and said, "Well, we don't know each other, do we? We don't have any secret operation. We don't have any intersection. I casually pointed out that you came as the person who called for stop. Well, sir, you have the right to ask a question. You can choose now or wait for a while and talk about it!"

The reporter said, "No, my question is, as a newcomer, Mr. Yi is the main male pig's foot in a TV series. Is there any pressure in his heart?"

Yihe said simply, "No. Don't you think a newcomer like me is standing here surrounded by everyone? So for me, it doesn't matter the pressure... Well, now, the question has been answered. Sir, please blindfold us and let us look forward to witnessing the miracle moment!"

Yi He learned from Liu Qian and released electricity to a group of reporters.

There is really no need to be nervous with these reporters. It's not for Yihe to medit every day. Now his mental quality is not ordinary. Isn't it just fun when we are together? The light suddenly dimmed, a beam of light began to shine in the crowd, and the sound of music sounded...

Everyone held their breath and looked forward to the appearance of the lucky man - for journalists, news is money, gossip is fame, news plus gossip, that is super news, super bonuses, super fame, how can you make them not be excited? Moving?

"Stop!"

"Mr. Yi, may I ask..."

Yihe answered those strange questions with ease, and he thought it was not easy to answer, so he bypassed and found a very playful answer. This kind of urgency was beyond people's reach. In this way, the question continued until late at night, when Yihe answered a question and began to screen people again. ——

Suddenly, the beam of light suddenly darkened, and then it seemed that something hit his feet, and a dazzling white light flashed everywhere with a strange breath. When the white light dissipated, both the reporters and Sister Ran fell to the ground softly.

In the hotel, there was a burst of darkness... Under the cold night light outside, a bright figure came slowly.

Her long hair floats in the night wind, and her hair carries a mysterious halo. Because it is in the night, her face is not very real - but Yihe is sure that it is a woman, wearing a short moon-white miniskirt and a fluffy coat...

And this woman actually holds a bronze sword in her hand!

The faint night light was reflected by the sword. The woman came in from the outside and said, "Itchen, you can't run away. Come out!"

Yihe's heart thumped.

Although this woman's voice is very good, Yi He doesn't have any idea, because he heard an "iron minister", and this iron minister seems to be still in the hotel - needless to say, that woman must be a master of cultivation, and she, a rookie, if that's something... Damn, how can Hong Kong also These things?

Yi He swallowed a mouthful of water and asked, "What is Tie Chen?"

"Huh? Why are you not afraid of my fascination?

Yihe touched his nose and said, "I don't know why I'm not afraid of that thing, but now I really want to know what kind of thing that Tiechen is. I'm very worried about letting this kind of thing around me. We mortals can't compare with a master like you. A spell is completely destroyed..."

The woman was funny, but she still looked cold and asked, "Do you know what I do?"

Yi He said, "Realist, right?"

The woman said, "Yes, you guessed right, but to be more precise, I am an exorcist!"

"Dizzy, it's really British!"

According to Yi He's familiar reading of countless novels, the profession of exorcist is unique to those Christian countries in Britain. They turn vampires and werewolves into demons. Exorcists are the people who want to kill them, and they can also receive a certain reward from the Holy See.

The woman said, "There's a lot of nonsense. Since I met you, it's also fate. Now this iron minister is mixed here and has posed a threat to your life. If I remove it, there will be a place to be reimbursed. Well, I calculate the cost of work, the fare, and... a total of 28,000, this How about the price?

Easy to close his eyes and watch the woman don't know where to find a calculator and press it for a while, and then don't know what the messy cost, it costs 28,000...

Treacherous businessman! Thorough profiteer!

However, this woman's performance also reminds Yi He of a TV character she has seen - Ma Xiaoling! Don't talk about feelings and money with me, which makes him unable to stop. Yihe asked, "This aunt, isn't your old man Ma Xiaoling's shoes yet?"

"Ah, yes, that's the name!"

Yi He almost fell down and said exaggeratedly, "Wow, aunt is really Ma Xiaoling. You are my dream idol. You are my... Your long legs make me fantasize. Your leap in the air made my heart flutter. Aunt, aunt, grandma, can we make it cheaper?

Ma Xiaoling said, "Oc, I'll give you a 10% discount!"

"Tenth off? Oh, oh, aunt, you are so kind... huh? Lie down, isn't it still 28,000?"

Easy to cry without tears.

Ma Xiaoling said, "There is no discussion in the business. Why don't you pay now? Why don't I leave now and let you stay with the iron minister? That's a smart zombie from Maoshan. Although it's not very powerful, it's not something you can deal with..."

Yi He said, "Aunuch, 28,000 is too expensive. It's cheaper."

Ma Xiaoling seemed to be a little angry at this time and said, "Why are you so annoying? Give me the money, or I'll go, and I'm not very old, so don't call me aunt. In view of your bad attitude, which has seriously hurt my fragile and young heart, I guess I still need to do a beauty maintenance at night, so... add money, 30,000!"

What else can Yihe say when he meets this excellent woman? He can only pay 30,000 yuan painfully. If he goes on, he will probably lose more. Yi He asked, "30,000 yuan, can it really be done?"

Ma Xiaoling snapped her finger and said, "No problem. This matter is very simple. You can see it!"

Ma Xiaoling kicked away a few people in the way, directly cleaned up a vacant space, and then took out three projectors to connect with her laptop. Then the three projectors were actually arranged in the dark lobby, and the light screen was like symbols like scriptures...

"Is this okay?"

Yi He swallowed his saliva. How can Ma Xiaoling be compared with that on TV in reality? It's simply a technology expert. The makeup box can be used as a demon mirror. Now a scripture is projected as a magic circle to deal with the poor iron minister, which really makes Yi He speechless--

His thinking can't keep up with Ma Xiaoling's footsteps!

What will be the effect when the mysterious cultivation and modern technology are organically combined? Yi He marveled at Ma Xiaoling's caresiness and calculating personality. At this time, one of the reporters suddenly howled in pain.

The skin under the man's clothes began to fester.

The yellow sticky ** flows out from under the skin, like sulfuric acid, corroding the clothes on the body. Then those ** silently integrated into the ground... In a short time, the painful and twisted person completely disappeared into the easy-to-understand vision.

Ma Xiaoling said, "OK, pay after finishing the manual work?"

Yi He opened his mouth wide and didn't expect that things would go so smoothly. A projection would get everything done... Yi He said, "Why don't there be that fighter array in front of you, and then invite the Dragon God? How handsome is that move?

Ma Xiaoling rolled her eyes and said, "To deal with a guy who has just become a zombie and has just opened his intelligence, low mana, and a little stronger than ordinary people, should I invite the Dragon God? Am I sick? If you want to see it, please, how about 10,000 yuan at a time?

Yi He despised in his heart: "Gold worshiper, 130,000."

Someone feels that this role is really good enough to play that 130,000 people. The length of their legs is about the same. Although their faces are a little worse, they are equally obsessed with money. But Yi He just doesn't want to give money - he feels like a poor consumer who has been deceived!

Yi He said, "Discuss it, you don't know Lao Ma? Ma Bi?"

"Answer a question for a thousand yuan!"

Yi He is sure that they know each other, but this gold worshipper definitely wants money, black, really black... Yihe's black line, curled his lips and said, "The old horse invited the rosefinch Xuanwu white tiger and Qinglong all out and didn't ask me for money. Why are you like this? Is it worth it?"

Ma Xiaoling said, "Will you give the money or not?"

"I'll give it!"

Yihe is really going to cry to death.

If you meet such a woman on TV, or you will feel that she is very good and interesting, but when you run into reality, it will only make you cry without tears. Yi He could only transfer money online in the hotel. Ma Xiaoling left contentedly, just like when she appeared, coming and going in a hurry!

After that, the reporters woke up one after another, and a confused interview ended. Yi He loved his 30,000 yuan and covered himself in the quilt all night - he should not bow to the evil forces. He should try his best to fight to the end, but he really couldn't stand it.

On the highway, a sports car cut through the night sky. Ma Xiaoling drove the car and held the phone in one hand: "Brother, the boy you mentioned is really interesting! Well, I saw it, but I don't think he will see me again... Ha ha, don't worry, he is safe. 30,000 yuan is not for nothing..."

"Xiaoling, you really don't let go of anyone's money."

At the other end of the phone, if it is easy to be connected, you can definitely hear Lao Ma's voice.

Ma Xiaoling said without hesitation, "In business, the payment is a must... Brother, what's the point of driving for people? Why don't you come to Hong Kong and work together? We earn tens of thousands of yuan every day. Isn't it a drizzle? If there is a big business, millions a day is very common!"

Laoma said, "I'm relieved that you're doing well. I have to guard the Miao teahouse here. Your sister-in-law's affairs... Hey, let's not talk about it. Help me take care of that boy. Sister Miao cares him very much!"

"I know."

Ma Xiaoling curled her lips unwillingly.

Today's business is not only that Yihe feels like losing a lot, but also Ma Xiaoling is also worried - how to say, if you take over a big business, it will be hundreds of thousands anyway, but Yihe only gave 30,000 yuan here, and still bargained for half a day!

In Ma Xiaoling's heart, Yihe has become a stingy and calculating man.

I don't know if Yihe knows, will he vomit blood?

But these are no longer important. Yihe is going to sleep now, have a good sleep, and completely forget about today's 30,000 yuan. It's a loss. That Tiechen is so weak that even if he does it himself, there won't be any danger. Ma Xiaoling just set up the projector for 30,000 yuan!

Oh, my God... Do you still have reason?

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