"Grandpa, the TV station in this small place is really unreliable. Such a young boy is probably not as old as me, and he was invited to be a health expert. It's really ridiculous. If this is put in Yanjing City, it's unimaginable."

At this time, among the crowds that gathered around the outside, a young man, twenty-two or three years old, dressed simply and very gentle, frowned and said.

In front of him, a burly old man in his seventies stood with his hands on his back, standing leisurely. He was a little amiable in his eyes, who had seen the vicissitudes of the world, with a little smile. Xu Sheng said: "Yan Xu, you can't say that. The Central Plains has been hidden since ancient times, and it is not inferior to the capital. This young man doesn't say anything else, at least he can stand alone and be able to keep the place. Look, the mess just now, and the effort of a few words was shocked by him. Many people were still grateful. With this alone, you, Yan Xu, may not be as good as others. What's more, this young man's words are indeed reasonable and he speaks quite interesting..."

"Grandpa, nowadays, he will be cheating. I know the things here better than you. This episode is clearly rehearsed and everyone praised him together. I guess all the lines and plots are designed. Don't look at him being very well-known, but he actually memorized the manuscript. I guess he may not even know what the full name of Emperor Qianlong is." The young man said unconvinced.

The old man chuckled and said nothing, silently recalling the last paragraph that Zhuo Jun said just now.

"No matter how you say it, I really hope that this time I can meet a master with real skills in Zhongzhou, which can cure your legs..." The young man was melancholy for a while, and suddenly thought of something, and tentatively said: "Grandpa, cousin Song Qing, I mentioned it to me twice on the phone, saying that she met a very powerful master, grandpa, should we take time to go to her place to see it, and that master will come to that master..."

"You believe that Xiao Song family's mad girl." The old man glared and shook his head flatly, "Xiao Song deliberately threw this girl out and tried hard, and he had never said hello. What did we do in the past? In the past, she told everyone that her father is the famous Song Bochao? Don't think I can't guess the little bit in your heart, you brothers and sisters, but I can't see her suffering at the grassroots level and being bullied. I want to support her, right? I tell you Yan Xu, don't be anxious, it's your turn next year. The children of the Old Yan family should suffer as much as they should sweat, and they can't lose any..."

"Grandpa..." The young man's face changed and he wanted to explain.

"Go back. Sorry." The old man had a very strong temper. He turned his back on his face as soon as he said that he turned against him. He snorted angrily, turned around and left.

When the young man saw the grandfather getting angry, he was so scared that he sweated on his forehead. He didn't dare to say anything else, so he quickly followed.

Around them, there were four strong and ordinary-looking young men. They were either standing or sitting, scattered around them. As the two left, the four men moved and followed quietly. As they moved, they secretly appeared as a tight guard.

...

After Mr. Zhuo convinced people with reason, the writer was speechless and did not dare to show off his own tricks, the recording of the entire program suddenly became much more smooth and efficient.

Because he was so popular at this time, the result of each question came out later, whether it was the host Situ Lan, the stars on stage, and the audience in the audience tried every possible way to listen to his speech. At this time, he would always play Tai Chi, be humble, and give the opportunity to perform to the other four experts. On the one hand, his face was actually a bit too big today, too much is too much. On the other hand, to be realistic, the other four people also have their own strengths, and in some fields, he may not be well said by others.

In this way, all aspects have been asked for it. The audience thinks he is low-key, humble and sincere, and has a master style. Other members of the expert group think that this young man knows how to be modest and knows how to advance and retreat. The program team even thinks that his aura is amazing and charming. It is simply the guarantee of ratings, and it is a powerful adhesive that balances the inside and outside the field...

Before we knew it, the recording of the first episode had ended. Situ Lan had made an announcement on the stage, but the audience below refused to disperse and rushed to the stage to invite celebrities and experts to take photos and sign autographs. In the past, there were many people around the stars. This time, due to Zhuo Jun's driving, the entire expert group performed quite well, so the audience around the five of them was only a lot more than the four stars.

"Brother Zhuo, I've said it a long time ago. With your ability, after recording this episode, everyone should be around you to sign it."

Ma Gan'er Cui Bian picked up the pen with great enthusiasm, signed the notebook handed over in front of him, and laughed at Zhuo Jun, who was surrounded by more people around him.

"Teacher Zhuo, sign me here..."

"Teacher Zhuo, can you and Zhang Ying be with you..."

"Teacher Zhuo, I want another shirt here..."

"Teacher Zhuo, when will you publish a book..."

Zhuo Jun reluctantly raised his head, but had no time to answer him, so he was buried in the surging crowd again.

Since the program is a small unit with three episodes and three episodes of continuous recording, Zhuo Jun and the others have to stay here for two nights. After signing and taking photos with enthusiasm, Zhuo Jun returned to the room to rest. At around 6:30 pm, the TV station staff notified dinner. Zhuo Jun washed up briefly, changed into a slightly casual dress, and then walked out of the room.

"Hello, Teacher Zhuo."

"Hello, Teacher Zhuo."

"Teacher Zhuo, can you sign me with a signature?"

After walking out of the room, Zhuo Jun suddenly felt a little uncomfortable. It seemed that all the staff at the sanitary center knew him and greeted him very enthusiastically. He was caught off guard, which made him a little unbearable.

"Hello, Teacher Zhuo. It's such a coincidence to meet you again." As soon as he walked to the elevator entrance, Ling Wei, the idol singer who was refreshing and thin and elegant like the younger sister next door, happened to come over. He was stunned at first, then smiled nicely in his smile, his eyes narrowed like a crescent moon, and said in a clear voice.

"Ah, Teacher Zhuo, are you going to go down to have a meal too? What a coincidence, let's go together." On the other side, the topic queen who looked like a vixen rushed over, pouted her red lips, raised her chest and buttocks, blinked her charming eyes, and said in a delicate manner.

"Please ask for it first. Suddenly I remembered that I forgot to take something." A trace of playfulness flashed in Zhuo Jun's eyes. After saying it lightly, he turned his head back to the room.

When his figure entered the room, the face of the idol singer who looked as clear and pure as water changed. He put away his sweet smile and waved his hand to a man who pretended to read the newspaper not far away, and said unhappily: "Do you have some strength? If you haven't seen anyone leave, why are you still taking pictures?"

"Photo, why not shoot? Isn't it just to create a rumored topic? Isn't it even more exciting to shoot me, two women compete for a man..." The topic queen hugged her arms and laughed.

The idol singer turned around angrily, looked at the topic queen coldly across the street, and said ashamedly: "What do you mean?"

"Okay, sister, just pretend to be the innocent expression for those old men and brainless fans. I'm tired of watching it." The topic queen kicked her high heels and said disdainfully, "Although this Zhuo's surname is like a child from a high-ranking family, she has no fame. If you really want to promote your new album, you will find a more famous one to stir-fry, wouldn't it be better?"

"Anyway, I'm idle. Save the photos first, and maybe there will be some useful things in the future. This is called preparing for the future." The idol singer finished speaking lightly and asked sarcastically: "What are you trying to do? When you have lunch, you keep moving around and not afraid of being seen..."
Chapter completed!