Mysterious treasure chest

Chapter 33 The fellow meets fellow
"Hello, student Yang Hao. I am a reporter from the provincial TV station. My name is Yang Dan. This is my press card. We hope to do an exclusive interview with you. Look..."

The female reporter at the front, wearing black-rimmed glasses, has a beauty mole on the corner of her mouth, which is a very intellectual beauty.

Yang Hao was surrounded by a bunch of long guns and short cannons, his head was dizzy from the flashing lights, and his stomach was growling with hunger. He couldn't help frowning and said, "Everyone, it's getting late now, let's wait until tomorrow for the interview."

Some reporters refused and shouted: "Tomorrow? When is tomorrow? We finally climbed the mountain. At least you can give us a letter. Do you think so?"

"Yeah, student Yang Hao, we all have missions in Taiwan, and it's not easy to come here, so please give us an accurate time."

Yang Dan, a female reporter, tossed her long flowing hair and echoed.

Yang Hao also knew that it was not easy for them, but he did not have the obligation to be interviewed.

Besides, Yang Hao didn't intend to accept any interviews at all. He heard the old people in the village say since he was a child: People are afraid of being famous and pigs are afraid of being strong.

"I originally planned to find a way to shirk it tomorrow. Forget it, I have to come early or late, so I might as well make it clear to them today."

Yang Hao thought so, turned off the tractor, and said to the reporters who were still yelling: "Everyone be quiet and listen to me."

When the reporters calmed down, he said bluntly, "I appreciate everyone's kindness, but personally, I don't want to accept any interviews."

Upon hearing this, the short-tempered reporter thought to himself how could this be possible, and rushed over to speak.

Yang Hao rushed to say: "That's it, everyone's hard work is in vain. I will tell the village chief later that I will hold a dragon banquet in the village to entertain everyone. It is a little apology."

After speaking, he ignored the reporters and started the tractor, trying to express his determination with a loud chug.

It's a pity that these reporters are veterans, and they actually surrounded the tractor and refused to let him leave.

The female reporter, Yang Dan, even stretched out the microphone and started to ask questions: "May I ask Yang Hao, you have won the province's liberal arts exam this time, are you in the mood..."

Yang Xiaohuan, who was inside the car, got angry, stood up with his hands on his hips, and shouted: "Why are you unreasonable? My brother even said that he would not accept interviews, and he kindly invited you to dinner. Why are you still surrounding us and not letting us go?" ah!"

The reporters ignored her and thought to themselves: Hmph, you are just two little kids from the mountains, what kind of world have you seen?Surrounding him like this, Yang Hao will have to give in within a few minutes, and our interview task will be settled by then.

Yang Hao's face was dark, but he didn't want to do it directly. After all, these reporters were only around the tractor, neither swearing at each other, nor haggling.

At this moment, a large group of people from a distance rushed over.

The old village chief took the lead, holding a cane with a dragon's head in his hand, followed by Ergou and Sanpao, and behind him were the old and young men of the village.

Some people were still holding farm tools in their hands, and those with vicious expressions thought they were here to catch thieves.

But the most violent one is the three guns. This guy is holding a one-foot-long dragon-slaying sword in his hand. It's not the kind of game props that you click and give away, but the guy who eats butchers in the village.

The blade is glittering with gold, and the special effects of the weapon scare me to death w(Д)w!

A crowd of people rushing over, surrounded the entrance of the village.

The reporters were dumbfounded, and they didn't dare to flash any more flashlights, and they didn't dare to hand the microphone to Yang Hao's face anymore.

A bearded photographer swallowed, and boldly asked: "Fellows, what are you doing? We are not bad people, but..."

Before he could finish his sentence, the old village chief slapped the leading staff on the ground heavily, and spoke domineeringly.

"Hmph! Fellow townsman? I see that you are carrying long guns and short cannons, surrounding the number one scholar in our village and not letting him go. Do you understand that this is restricting personal freedom and breaking the law, a bunch of law-blind people!"

The reporters were dumbfounded. There must be more than [-] mud horses roaring past in their hearts!

Fortunately, the legal brother who came to recruit students had left long ago, otherwise he would have spit out a mouthful of blood when he heard what the old village chief said, and he would faint on the spot.

"Xiaohao, don't be afraid, there are folks here, no one can bully you! Two dogs, three guns, open the way!"

With a wave of his hand, the old village chief walked over with his left and right arms, staring at the reporters viciously.

Er Gou was carrying a hoe, squinting his eyes, and sneered: "What's the matter, are you still hanging around?"

Sanpao was more direct, waved the dragon-slaying sword in his hand, and shouted: "What do you mean, is the guy who wants to try Paoye fast?"

There was a stunned young reporter, with his neck stuck, and tremblingly said: "You...do you really dare to do it?"

"Hey, you really have a head iron. Hehe, of course we don't need to break the law. But, it's still okay to give you a massage to loosen your bones and give you a few more punches to help you lose weight."

It was Ergou who was talking, he had a more flexible mind, deliberately showed a ruthless expression on his face, glanced at Lengtouqing, and then said to Sanpao: "Sanpao, show him a hand, let him see your ancestral dragon slaying The method of killing pigs with a knife."

Sanpao really nodded, and said in a low voice, "Okay, then I'll make a fool of myself!"

Lengtouqing saw Sanpao's stupid look, and was instantly cowardly, waved his hands again and again, and stepped back: "Don't, don't, I... I'm just joking, you mustn't take it seriously."

He wailed in his heart: Director, it's not that our army is weak, it's because the enemy army has a Gundam!
Other reporters were even more miserable, especially some old reporters, who had seen people fighting for water and fields in the countryside, they had long been discouraged and stepped aside.

When Lengtou Qingqiang came out just now, these old reporters were terrified and cursed in their hearts: You fool, don't drag us down if you want to die, these mountain people are very tough!

In the blink of an eye, the road in front of Yang Hao was opened.

The old village chief came over with a proud face, waved his cane, and said vigorously: "Xiao Hao, drive, I see who else dares to stop you!"

"Thank you old village chief, thank you fellow villagers, I will pay for it later, and hold a long dragon banquet in the village, and invite everyone to eat!"

Yang Hao thanked him repeatedly, drove the tractor, and walked away.

Yang Xiaohuan was also smiling, and before leaving, little Lolita kept sticking her tongue out at the reporters and making faces.

"Let's go, go back and hold the Longlong Banquet. Everyone in the family, especially the dolls, must come. Zhuangyuan Lang invites you to dinner, so that they can all feel immortal!"

With a wave of his hand, the old village chief was about to withdraw with his army.

At this time, an old reporter couldn't help but shouted, "My fellow, don't go..."

Before he finished speaking, the old village chief turned his head, stared at him, and said viciously: "What's the matter, fellow don't leave? If you leave again, you will start fighting?"

The old reporter waved his hands again and again, and explained: "No, no, no, we don't dare to do it. It's just... just looking at it, it's getting dark, and it's too dangerous to go down the mountain at night. Can you make it easier for us, old man? Stay overnight in the village and go down the mountain tomorrow."

"Borrow? Give me money?"

The old village chief suddenly got excited, turned around and asked.

The old reporter was about to scold his mother, but he still smiled apologetically and said: "If you give money, you must give money, you can't live in the folks for nothing."

"That's fine, since I've given you the money, let's live here. But, don't give me any trouble, otherwise... hum!"

"If it's not tidy, let's just sleep. Nothing will be tidy, absolutely not. Don't worry."

The old reporter was really about to cry.

Fortunately, at night, when the village held the Longlong Banquet, Yang Hao specially greeted the old village head and invited these reporters.

During the dinner, Yang Hao said a few polite words, and then simply answered a few interview questions that were neither painful nor itchy, which sort of rounded up the matter.

(End of this chapter)