When the host opens the plug-in

Chapter 239 One hundred million reputation! (4000 words)
Ten forty in the evening.

Ren Ming washed off the smell of alcohol and came out of the bathroom wrapped in a bathrobe.

At the celebration banquet just now, as a party, he was respected a lot.

Fortunately, Li Han came out in time, saying that he was going on a business trip tomorrow, and she would come for him.

When she said this, everyone had no choice but to give up, after all, she was the leader, even if they were not open-eyed, they would not dare to drink her wine.

Back in the bedroom, just as I lay down, a call came from my cell phone.

Seeing the calling number, a smile appeared on his face and he connected directly.

"Sister Li, thanks to you tonight, if it weren't for you, I'm afraid I'd have to come back sideways."

"Why are you being polite to me?" Li Han said angrily, and said softly, "Have you packed your luggage?"

Ren Ming said: "It's packed, Sister Li."

"That's fine." After two seconds of silence, Li Han said again: "Didn't CCTV say what you are seconded to do?"

Ren Ming said: "They said they were going to interview a certain big shot."

Hearing his words, Li Han's tone was much lighter, "Good thing, this is to show you to the world. It seems that they really value you, so they will start to train you."

Ren Ming said: "I also think this is an opportunity. This "Host Contest" also made me realize my shortcoming, that is, my lack of experience. Especially compared with Sister Lan, my experience is even more shallow. I was thinking about getting my job as a reporter back when they sent me an invitation."

"It's a good thing, a good thing."

Another moment of silence.

Although they are not in the same space, the two of them who are together feel a faint sorrow of parting.

Ren Ming was even more ashamed in his heart. He had just returned, and he was about to leave her again soon.

And it is foreseeable that this kind of separation will often be staged for a long period of time in the future.

"By the way." Li Han broke the silence and said, "I just checked the weather forecast. It has just snowed in Yangcheng for the past two days. It must be very cold during your visit. You should pay more attention to keeping warm..."

After a while of booing and asking for warmth, Li Han said: "Okay, you have to get up early tomorrow, go to sleep."

"Well, good night, Sister Li."

"Good night."

After charging the phone, Ren Ming looked at the dark ceiling, always feeling as if he had forgotten something very important.

What will happen then?

He thought for a while.

A few minutes later, he patted his stomach.

system!

After accumulating for such a long time, the prestige value is unknown.

He summoned the system panel, and was stunned when he saw the number following the reputation column.

"I'm a good boy, how many zeros are there!"

Shocked, he broke out in his accent.

"One, ten, hundreds... billions!"

Reputation: 113
The moment he blinked, the number in the thousands place has changed to "5", and it is rapidly marching towards 6.

developed!
Hundreds of millions of reputation!
What kind of concept is this, a constitution potion with [-] prestige can be drunk as water!

One hundred thousand times a lottery, it is estimated that it will be drawn until tomorrow morning!

The reason why he has such a huge amount of prestige is because of hosting the contest.

As the most popular variety show nowadays, the number of viewers and the amount of discussions are quite terrifying, and he is also the most popular contestant in the news category, so it is normal to have this reputation.

For a moment, Ren Ming had the illusion that he was a rich man.

Although I only have less than 1000 yuan left in my card, I have a lot of prestige!

He opened the lottery interface and started to draw without looking at the results.

[Congratulations to the host for obtaining consumable items, warm baby, the items have been sent to the backpack. 】

[Congratulations to the host for obtaining consumable items...]

About half an hour later, Ren Ming's eyes had become dull, and he mechanically pressed the lottery button again.

[Congratulations to the host for obtaining the skill class, primary performance, the skill has been sent to the backpack. 】

The golden light on the lottery drawing interface made him suddenly sober.

After upgrading the system, there will be a guarantee for [-] lucky draws.

And for a big African chief like him, the probability of getting gold in the middle is infinitely close to zero, which also means that after a while, 1000 million reputation has already gone out.

He opened the backpack, checked the harvest, and went through it quickly.

Well, it is true that the backpack has become a garbage collection bin.

The only gold that popped out was performing this skill that couldn't be compared with the host.

He took it.

Take out the skill from the backpack, it is the same as the primary singing skill last time, it is also a golden ball.

It feels soft and moist like jade, very comfortable to the touch.

With a light pinch of his fingers, the ball turned into a golden light and pierced between his eyebrows.

Immediately, he felt that he had gained a lot of performance-related knowledge in his brain. Not only that, but he also had an inexplicable feeling that his facial muscles became much looser all of a sudden.

It seems that I can make all kinds of expressions at will.

Turn on the bedside lamp.

He sat up, turned on the front camera of the phone, and tried to make a few expressions.

Joy, anger, sorrow, fear.

To his surprise, he expressed these emotions quite well.

After trying these basic expressions, he decided to challenge the crying scene.

For ordinary people, it is easy to make a sad expression, but it is difficult to cry in a short period of time, not to mention that he is still emotionally excited.

However, what he didn't expect was.

He only briefly brewed in his heart, and an inexplicable sadness suddenly hit his heart.

clack.

clack.

Tears really came down.

Seeing the crystal tears in the corner of his eyes on the phone screen, he smiled.

This skill seems to be quite powerful.

Although I don't know how useful it is for me as a host, but it's a skill after all, isn't it?

His mind is balanced.

Just as he was about to log out of the system and go to sleep, he suddenly saw a line of words on the system panel.

[The current system level is lv2, and the prestige points required for upgrading: 10. In order to open more system functions, the host is required to work hard to accumulate prestige points. 】

Prestige is getting rich, what are you waiting for if you don't upgrade now?

And maybe after the upgrade, there will be a lot of good things in the lottery.

After he figured it out, he said in his mind, "Upgrade the system."

[Are you sure you want to spend 10 reputation points to upgrade the system to lv000? 】

"determine."

[The system is about to enter a ten-day upgrade period. During this period, all system functions will not be available. Please confirm whether to upgrade. 】

Ren Ming was surprised.

"Why so long?"

[This system will have a major update, so the upgrade period will be longer, do you want to upgrade? 】

Ren Ming thought about it.

Since these ten days cannot be avoided no matter what, one day later is worse than one day earlier, and said: "Upgrade."

[System upgrade...]

In the entire system interface, only this sentence is left.

When Ren Ming saw this, he backed out directly, covered himself with the quilt, and went to sleep.

……

The next day.

nine in the morning.

In the CCTV office building in Yangcheng, a handsome guy with a suitcase was ushered in.

Then, the handsome boy was stopped by the security guard at the door.

There is a rule that all boxes are not allowed to be brought in.

Ren Ming had no choice but to store the box here.

When he got off the train, he came straight over. It wasn't that he was so active that he couldn't even settle down. It was because he really had no money, and there were no cheap hotels around CCTV, so he had to do it first.

Enter the building.

Under the instruction of a kind lady passing by, he took the elevator to the news center on the eighth floor.

After being questioned by the soldiers on guard and registered, he came to a door, looked at the [News Editorial Department] on the wall, pushed the door and walked in.

After entering the door, he looked around and secretly compared this place with Nanjiang Satellite TV.

The final conclusion is: there are more people here, the office area is bigger, and the people seem busier.

It was only nine o'clock in the morning, and the staff were already coming and going.

"Teacher Ren Ming, why are you here!"

From the front side, a surprised female voice sounded.

Ren Ming looked over and said with a smile, "Hello."

The owner of the female voice quickly came to him, so fast, no need to guess, it must be one of his little fans.

In fact, she was indeed his little fan girl.

His performance in the "Host Contest" deeply impressed her.

She likes his talent, responsibility, and of course, more importantly, she likes his face.

This is a 25-year-old girl with a capable single ponytail, black-rimmed glasses, and a face with a few freckles. She is full of joy at the moment.

And her voice also attracted the attention of others.

"Ren Ming!"

"It's really you!"

"You joined the job so soon?"

Several voices of the same surprise sounded, and then Ren Ming was surrounded by these people, all young people under 30 years old.

This made him feel like returning to Nanjiang Satellite TV.

Because when he was in the stage, he was often surrounded like this, but this time, the people surrounding him changed.

"Uh, I didn't bother you, did I?"

"No." The girl who spoke first said, "Teacher Ren Ming, why are you here?"

Ren Ming said: "I'm here to find Teacher Yang Minghui, where is his office?"

"He's..." The girl was about to point him out, but suddenly said, "I'll take you there."

Ren Ming said: "No, it's too much trouble for you, just point it out to me, and I can go there by myself."

"No trouble, no trouble." The girl shook her head and said, "It's not far away."

Seeing the girl's insistence, Ren Ming said, "Thank you then."

The girl smiled and said, "You're welcome, come with me."

The girl led him out of the editorial office.

"Ms. Yang doesn't work in the editorial department?" Ren Ming asked.

The girl said: "Of course not, he is the director of the broadcasting department of our news center."

"That's right." Ren Ming nodded.

The girl took over the conversation, "Teacher Ren..."

Along the way, the girl who saw her idol was like a sparrow, chirping, very excited.

After a while, the two came to the door of the Director of Broadcasting Department's office.

The girl said: "Teacher Yang is inside, so I'll go back first."

Ren Ming said, "Thank you, Sister Jing."

After talking all the way, he also knew her name.

The girl smiled, waved at him, and left.

"Dong dong!"

Ren Ming knocked on the door.

"Please come in."

One is full of magnetism, which will make the voice of the voice control call awsl sound on the spot.

Ren Ming pushed the door open and went in.

Yang Minghui, who was working, looked up and found that it was Ren Ming, so he immediately got up from his seat, walked over, and said with a smile, "How did you come here?"

Ren Ming said, "Take the train."

Yang Minghui was a little surprised, "Aren't you afraid of being recognized when you take the train?"

Ren Ming said: "Just recognize it, I'm not a criminal suspect, I'm not afraid of being recognized."

"Haha." Yang Minghui laughed.

He didn't expect that when Ren Ming saw himself so relaxed, he was still in the mood to joke.

He is generous, worthy of being the one he chose.

However, in the next second, his impression was shattered.

"Teacher Yang, let's make it clear first, you are the one who called me here."

Yang Minghui asked suspiciously, "It's me, what's the problem?"

Ren Ming said: "Since you called me here, let's not talk about salary, at least take care of food and lodging?"

"Uh..." Yang Minghui asked him to give up. He was the first host who came up to talk about money.

Yang Minghui began to doubt his choice.

Seeing the change of expression on his face, Ren Ming gave a wry smile in his heart.

He knew that it might leave a bad impression on people, but he couldn't help it.

After buying the train ticket in the morning, he only had a few hundred yuan left.

Compared with face, he still cares more about his own survival.

He didn't want to be the first host in history to starve to death in Yangcheng.

Yang Minghui just hesitated for a moment, then said: "Of course I take care of food and lodging, I will arrange a place for you in a while, but you may not be able to stay in Yangcheng for too long."

"why?"

"So your interviewee this time is not in Yangcheng."

……

noon.

canteen.

Yang Minghui introduced the two to Ren Ming.

Yang He: 37 years old, CCTV reporter, working time for ten years.

Zhou Zusen: 33 years old, photographer, working time for nine years.

Of the two, Yang He has a cropped cut, wears a pair of rimless glasses, and his skin is very tanned, but his face looks very young. I don't know, I thought he was 30 years old, and he was quite a capable man.

Zhou Zusen is a northeast man with a height of more than 185 and a strong physique.

These two were Ren Ming's partners on this trip, or the people who took him.

Four p.m.

Ren Ming received a notification from Yang He that the three of them were leaving soon, and the destination of this trip was a provincial capital city in the northwest.

inside the car.

Ren Ming sat in the back row and asked Yang He who was driving: "Brother Yang, why are you in such a hurry."

Yang He said: "Because the old man we are going to interview, he can't wait too long, so I booked the plane at five o'clock."

Ren Ming glanced at the time, "But it's only four o'clock."

Zhou Zusen on the side answered, "Because we are going to a flower shop to buy a bunch of flowers for the old man."

Ren Ming was even more surprised, "You can also buy flowers over there, right?"

Yang He said: "We don't know the place where we are born. Instead of running around like headless chickens there, it's better to buy here."

Ren Ming nodded and stopped talking.

Half an hour later, a group of people came out of the flower market.

Ren Ming looked at the potted plant in Yang He's hand. There was only a bunch of slender green leaves like a sword. There were no flowers there.

Out of curiosity, he asked, "Brother Yang, what kind of flower is this?"

Yang He said: "This is Malan, a small flower with strong vitality. Every May and June, it will bloom small purple flowers. This is also the old man's favorite flower."

……

(End of this chapter)