Withering cross talk: a piece of truth, mountains and rivers shocked

Chapter 374 Just a Primary School Student
The student fans looked at Lin Qingfeng nervously.

They must know what this sentence will bring to Lin Qingfeng.

"Then what kind of person do you think you are?" the reporter continued to ask.

They waited for Lin Qingfeng's more explosive answer, if Lin Qingfeng could lift himself up very high.

The reporters must be more happy, after all, these are what they want to see.

Lin Qingfeng looked at the few of them, Luan Yunping and Zhang Xiaolei began to feel a little worried.

If you get it wrong, you're screwed.

"I think I'm from the cross talk world, a primary school student." Qingfeng Lin said modestly.

Now that they already know their purpose, they will definitely not continue to follow the rhetoric they want and continue talking.

Lin Qingfeng now knows better than anyone else the public opinion these reporters can bring.

Those fans finally breathed a sigh of relief when they heard this sentence.

The reporters smiled awkwardly.

But they had to admit that Qingfeng Lin's answer just now was indeed very sharp. Although he did not admit that he was a master, but thinking about such an answer now, no one would dare.

The other reporter would definitely not let Lin Qingfeng go like this, and continued to ask.

"Then what was your original intention when you first started Qingyun Club?"

Lin Qingfeng thought for a while.

In fact, this question is equivalent to giving a sub-question, just answer it casually.

"In order to promote traditional culture and revitalize traditional art, but now there is another purpose."

Speaking of the previous words, the people around are all smiling happily.

Talking like this will certainly not offend some people.

But as soon as the latter sentence came out, the hearts of Luan Yunping and the fans were now tugged.

I was afraid that Lin Qingfeng might say the wrong thing later.

Those reporters immediately caught the key information, smiled, and asked, "So what are you doing now?"

"Make money."

Everyone stared at Lin Qingfeng dumbfounded, they didn't expect to speak so bluntly.

When those reporters heard this sentence, they started to take photos frantically. They thought Lin Qingfeng was an upright person.

But the person in front of them now doesn't seem to be as good as they thought. This person is just a vulgar person.

"So have you made any money now?" the reporter asked.

"No."

The reporter froze for a moment. He thought there was a good answer, but he didn't expect it to be such an answer.

Fans breathed a sigh of relief.

Luan Yunping and Zhang Xiaolei couldn't help laughing as they stood behind.

"So what are you going to do now?"

Lin Qingfeng thought for a while, and said lightly: "Continue to promote traditional culture and revitalize traditional art."

When the reporters heard this, they didn't want to laugh at first, but now they looked at Lin Qingfeng's confident expression.

Still couldn't help laughing out loud, still a little helpless.

Another reporter watched them.

After thinking for a while, I asked, "Can I ask you some private questions."

This sentence is deliberately here to find fault.

Lin Qingfeng would definitely not turn his back on him like this, and said lightly: "You talked too much about privacy, how can you talk about privacy issues?"

The reporter was speechless for a moment.

After thinking about it for a while, it seems that there is nothing wrong with this sentence.

"We just want to know more, and you can just talk about it."

"Then you can ask." Lin Qingfeng looked at the reporter and said.

When the reporter heard this sentence, he was somewhat satisfied.

"How much do you earn a month now?"

This question is what many people want to know, not just fans.

Lin Qingfeng thought for a while.

Looking at those reporter friends with some embarrassment, finally said delicately: "You just said, just give a general idea?"

The reporter nodded.

"Less than 50."

The reporter opened his eyes wide in surprise, probably not expecting so many.

"Then can you be more specific." The reporter continued to ask.

If you write an article, it says: A traditional artist earns 50 a month.

It is sure to draw a lot of people's attention to this matter.

After all, many people have a hatred of the rich.

"Just less than 50." Qingfeng Lin continued.

One of the reporters looked at Lin Qingfeng and asked again: "Can you be more honest?"

Lin Qingfeng looked at the reporter in surprise, as if he knew something secret.

After those reporters saw it, they took their cameras and shot Lin Qingfeng frantically.

"I didn't expect you to know all of this, but you don't know everything. This is not only multiplied by ten, but multiplied by fifty."

At first, no one knew what this sentence meant.

After thinking about it carefully, I understood it in an instant.

The reporter is now more than just helpless towards Lin Qingfeng.

Sure enough, this is the mouth that talks about cross talk. They can't win this person at all. Thinking of this, they looked at Lin Qingfeng helplessly.

It really is a sixteen-core brain.

The reporters glanced at each other, knowing that they couldn't say no to Lin Qingfeng, they had no choice but to give up now.

"Mr. Lin, thank you for accepting our question this time."

After the reporter finished speaking, he left.

Lin Qingfeng kept looking at the few of them, and couldn't help sighing, originally he wanted to have a good chat with them.

Didn't expect it to end like this.

……

Lin Qingfeng walked out with his own feet.

Fans standing at the door wanting his autograph.

Lin Qingfeng asked them to line up one by one, and he signed them one by one.

……

Miao Qu Society.

The reporter looked at Miao Fu.

Now their news agency has given them a task.

It would definitely offend people if you asked, but if you didn't ask, this time, maybe you don't have to go back.

So, in the end, I decided to ask.

"The newspaper office, I want us to ask, what do you think about driving here? Or do you have anything to say about Lin Qingfeng?"

Miao Fu's expression changed instantly.

When they negotiated the contract, there was none of that.

Thinking of this, he looked at them in confusion.

"We, like him, want to promote some traditional arts." Miao Fu hesitated.

But their reporter did not think about the feeling of giving up.

Miao Fu thought for a while.

"We'd really like to make friends with this guy."

Otherwise, there is nothing to say. Could it be that they told those audiences and netizens that they just want to share a piece of the pie with Lin Qingfeng?
Seeing that Lin Qingfeng can earn money by opening a small garden, that's why he thought about opening a small garden here?

Although these are Sima Zhao's heart, everyone knows.

But now it's time to say something mellow.

Otherwise, they are the ones who will suffer.

After the interview was over, those reporters left with their materials.

They didn't get any real content, and they could only make up their own after they went back.

(End of this chapter)