Chapter 485 The humble silver player is crushed by the strongest king
Zhou Guosheng had a sullen face, pressed his hands, and said: "Comrade Zhang Dabiao is right, little Ayu, what you just said was indeed ill-considered."
Although he is very optimistic about Zhang Dabiao and has a high impression of him, the problem is that today's event will not be without leading Internet celebrities like Xiao Ayu.
But then again, it seems that Da Biao can't be offended, isn't he just sitting on wax?
At this moment, Zhang Dabiao looked at Yuan Bingling who was standing next to him with a smile, "Bingling, I think what happened just now should be posted on your Weibo, and also use your 20 million fan list to
Ayu sucks the powder."
As soon as these words came out, the onlookers' eyes were instantly shocked.
At this time, everyone also noticed Yuan Bingling, "It's her, he is the ice cream in the summer, that food expert... Oh my God, it's really her. She really didn't use beauty. I compare."
She’s more beautiful in the show…”
"Ice cream, hahahaha, I didn't expect that I could actually see you alive, come here, take a photo with me, I'm your fan!"
The chaos at the scene was frightening. Many cameras instantly focused on Yuan Bingling, and the flashes never stopped. When faced with people who wanted to take photos with her, Yuan Bingling always refused to come.
Little Ayu, who was standing aside, was completely dumbfounded. He never expected that this beautiful woman was also an internet celebrity and had more fans than him.
But we can’t blame him, because they are on different platforms, and their categories are also different. If you think about it, there is no intersection between a product anchor and a food blogger.
"Check, who is this person?" Xiao Ayu said in a deep voice, and soon a female apprentice with a chin as pointed as a screwdriver and eyes as big as a goldfish handed the phone to Xiao Ayu's hand.
"Master...Master, you have to hold on..."
"Give me."
Xiao Ayu grabbed the phone and looked at the number of fans with a sullen face, 27 million...
With a bang, Xiao Ayu felt as if his head had exploded.
This is the gap between the king and silver, and a humble silver player like me actually wanted to get his hands on the real king just now...
It was as if a knife had stabbed little Ayu's chest hard, gouging out his heart, it hurt, it hurt.
Shame, shame. I wish I could find a crack in the ground and crawl in.
Zhou Guosheng also saw Yuan Bingling at this time. He was surprised and a little scared, so he rushed forward and said, "Bingling, it's really you. I didn't notice that I was wearing a mask just now."
"Hello, Uncle Zhou." Yuan Bingling hurriedly said hello, and also said hello to Zhang Shizun.
"You girl are always mysterious. Last time I told you about this matter, you treated me ambiguously. If I had known you would come, what else would I have asked others to do? Let me ask you, in Bobei, who is better than our family?
Do you have many fans of Bing Ling?" Zhou Guosheng smiled with wrinkles all over his face.
Zhang Dabiao, who was standing aside, was simply stunned.
This seems a bit too enthusiastic, right?
But after thinking about it again, it seems understandable. After all, she has a sister who is a guard, and it seems normal to know her superiors. Besides, she is also very capable. Shouldn't the leader be polite?
It was precisely because of this that Zhang Dabiao did not delve into Yuan Bingling's identity, but Yuan Bingling's strange and angry eyes were obviously blaming him for talking too much.
"Okay, okay, the preparations are almost done, let's hurry over." Zhou Guosheng said with a smile, and after speaking, he was already walking towards the front surrounded by everyone.
Zhang Dabiao and Yuan Bingling followed closely behind. Only Xiao Ayu and his group stood there stupidly, neither going nor going.
Because Zhou Guosheng did not show a clear attitude when he left.
But he also knew that if today's matter could not be properly resolved, if his image in Zhou Guosheng's heart could not be changed, if nothing else, if the city held similar events in the future, there would definitely be no chance for his little Ayu to appear.
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Moreover, what happened just now was seen by many people. It was posted on the Internet and was criticized by some black fans. Will he still be kind to him in the future?
He doesn't want to be like those outdated anchors and end up alone.
However, as soon as he reached the front, he was blocked by Zhang Shizun, who was in charge of security. His cold voice was like a machine without any emotion, "Little Ayu, you can leave. Zhou Shizun is very dissatisfied with your behavior.
You have been deprived of the opportunity to participate in this event."
Hearing this, Xiao Ayu's face turned pale. The thing he was most worried about finally happened.
On the other side, Zhou Guosheng was smiling and talking to Zhang Dabiao and Yuan Bingling.
"Bingling, don't shirk it anymore. Uncle Zhou has no live broadcast experience. He will have to wait and see you when the broadcast starts."
The friendly look on Zhou Shizun's face made everyone around him stunned. After all, although Zhou Shizun was very reasonable in the past, he would never be as polite as he is today.
No, it should be said as a compliment.
The most powerful person in the Bobei Temple was so polite to a young girl. Many people have already suspected Yuan Bingling's true identity. Although everyone already knows that she has more than 20 million fans, this is not enough.
Make Zhou Guosheng compliment him.
"Uncle Zhou, you are rushing to put it on the shelves. As you know, my program relies on post-production. I have never done a live broadcast. I am afraid that something will happen." Yuan Bingling quickly shook her head. This is absolutely true.
It's not modesty, after all, this is not her strong point.
"Then let Da Biao come? Da Biao, can you do it?"
"Ah?" Zhang Dabiao was stunned. He quickly woke up and quickly shook his head and smiled bitterly, "You think too highly of me. I can't do it. Our looks are not enough. I'd better go to Bingling. If you have good looks, you can sit there.
It’s enough if you don’t say anything.”
"Go, go, what are you talking about? Be more serious." Yuan Bingling's pretty face turned red, and she gave Zhang Dabiao a strange and angry look.
"Hahaha, Bingling, I think Da Biao is right. Young people should have the courage to try. I can't do it anymore. If I were ten or twenty years younger, hey, it would be your turn, and I would be the protagonist."
As soon as these words came out, everyone at the scene laughed, and the atmosphere became quite harmonious at this time.
Needless to say, Zhou Guosheng is also very good-looking. Seeing him, Zhang Dabiao thought of Uncle Dong from Yunjulou, who was also a handsome uncle.
"You two will stop on the stage later. I think today's live broadcast feast will be a complete success." Zhang Dabiao's little flattery was very appropriate and he patted it.
"Bingling, please stop being modest, I believe you." Zhang Dabiao clenched his fist and pursed his lips, "Come on!"
"Hey..." Yuan Bingling screamed inwardly. Originally, she had no intention of going on stage. She just wanted to do Zhang Dabiao a favor. Unexpectedly, in the end, by some strange combination of circumstances, Xiao Ayu took over as the protagonist today.
Of course, the real protagonist is Zhou Guosheng, after all, he is the mayor, but his protagonist is just a mascot at best, and the one who really sets the pace has to be another person who appears together.
It's a pity that she, Yuan Bingling, has never done a live broadcast before, but at this point, it seems that she can only catch up with the duck to put it on the shelves.
They entered the front desk from the backstage, and Zhang Dabiao was also arranged to wait in the rest area.
There are many promotional brochures here. Zhang Dabiao took out his mobile phone and scanned them, and then downloaded a software. Although he could see them from the front, the distance was too far and it was not as clear as what he could see on his mobile phone.
At this point, Zhang Dabiao's face turned red silently.