Reporter Guan's internet celebrity

In the early morning of the next day, the group left the village and followed Guan Ming and the others to Province S to prepare for the recording of a program.

It was already dark when we arrived, and everyone was a little tired. Guan Ming told Zhao Wen and Zhou Lin to go back to rest first, while he led his family to the hotel and ordered takeaway. There is an event on the rooftop, so we can't record the show for the time being, just take a break, and I'll come pick you up when it's time to record."

Uncle Bian tugged at Bian Xing's arm, Bian Xing asked, "How much is it for two days?"

Guan Ming: "You don't have to worry about this, Taili will reimburse you."

Old man Bian heaved a sigh of relief, and pushed Bian Xing to go out to see him off. Bian Xing was a little displeased, but obediently followed him out.

When getting into the elevator, Guan Ming explained to him: "There is a hospital next door, if your father is not feeling well, you can take him there to have a look, it is diagonally across the road, very close, if there is anything you can't fix You can call me, the number has been given to you."

Bian Xing was a little surprised by his concern, froze for a moment, then nodded: "Thank you."

The elevator opened, Guan Ming walked to the lobby on the first floor, and said again: "Will you have a drink, coffee or milk tea? Or Coke?"

Bian Xing was about to raise his hand to say goodbye, but thinking of his concern just now, he held back: "...Let's have milk tea."

Guan Ming bought two cups of milk tea and took him to sit on the bench outside the door. At this moment, the street was sparsely populated and very quiet. He looked at Bian Xing calmly by the street lamp, feeling inexplicably in a good mood.

"Bian Xing..." Guan Ming laughed, "I look so annoying?"

Bian Xing: "..."

Guan Ming: "You are very polite to my two colleagues, why are you so indifferent to me?"

Bian Xing lowered his head and sucked on the milk tea: "..."

Guan Ming stopped teasing him, and changed his tone: "Can you tell me about the origin of the 200 million?"

Bian Xing paused for a moment, then nodded, "I won the lottery ticket."

Guan Ming shook his hands and choked on the milk tea: "Cough cough cough..."

Bian Xing: "Believe it or not."

Guan Ming: "No... Believe it or not, I'm just... ahem... jealous..."

Bian Xing turned his head: "...?"

Guan Ming was almost out of breath, and he leaned on the back of the chair, stroking his chest, feeling hopeless: "Alas... why is there such a big difference in luck between people..."

As soon as the words fell, a gust of wind blew up on the street, and a plastic bag floated from nowhere, and slapped Guan Ming's face with a "slap".

Bian Xing: "..."

Guan Ming put away the plastic bag expressionlessly: "Who is this, you are so unqualified."

As he spoke, he got up and went to throw the trash can. When he came back, a puppy jumped out of nowhere. He hurriedly dodged to avoid it, but accidentally slipped, fell to the ground with a "plop", and spilled the milk tea.

Bian Xing: "..."

Guan Ming stood up as if nothing had happened, patted the dust on his body, adjusted his glasses, threw away the milk tea and walked back, and sat down again under Bian Xing's sympathetic gaze: "Tell me more about the lottery ticket, did you buy it yourself?" ?”

Bian Xing: "I bought it. I was 12 years old at the time. I helped my dad sell vegetables in the city. I bought it with the lunch money."

"At the age of 12, you didn't have a bank card at that time, so the money was deposited into your dad's account, right?" So much money has been saved and not squandered, really sensible, Guan Ming tapped his finger on the back of the bench After knocking, he asked again, "Did you leave any evidence when you won the lottery?"

Bian Xing: "I took a photo when receiving the award, but the photo is in the hands of the store owner, and now the lottery ticket is no longer there."

Guan Ming nodded, thoughtfully, and then took out his mobile phone: "Tell me the approximate time and place."

Bian Xing told the truth.

Guan Ming wrote it down in the memo, got up and said goodbye to him: "Then I'll go back first, call me if you need anything."

Bian Xing looked at his back and suddenly shouted: "Reporter Guan!"

This was the first time that Bian Xing took the initiative to speak. Guan Ming was in a happy mood. He turned around and said with a smile, "You don't have to be so pretentious. Just call me Guan Ming."

Bian Xing: "Oh, Guan Ming, you have a piece of chewing gum on your back."

Guan Ming: "..."

The next day, Guan Ming went to the station with the interview materials, and the column team edited a trailer and put it out that day.

Station S is not well-known in the whole country. The program "Home and All Things New" is even more bloody, and its ratings are stable at the bottom of this station. However, because of Guan Ming's sudden popularity on the Internet not long ago, now It is still hot, and many netizens will pay attention to his show, so the trailer was forwarded and discussed as soon as it was released.

After Guan Ming got off work, he turned on his mobile phone to browse Weibo, and was a little surprised to see that this topic had become a trending topic, and the reason for it was not the social topic itself, but Bian Xing.

The hot search name is simple and rude: #养子#

"Sorry, I'm an LSP and I'm going to say it straight, the money should go to the adopted son."

"The three views follow the five senses, and I will be the adopted son in this wave."

"As far as the matter is concerned, the money should have been given to the adopted son. Anyone with eyes can see that the biological children usually don't care about the old man's life."

"The adopted son is very capable. He works very quickly and takes good care of the elderly. He is a good boy."

"It's so handsome, isn't it a pity that the adopted son's face is nestled in the mountains?"

"There's nothing arguing about it. The old man can give his own money to whomever he likes. Just make a will."

"Holy shit, the moment when the adopted son and Guan Ming are in the same frame amazed me! I took a screenshot, please be a master of retouching, I want to be twice as happy!"

"Speak quietly, why do I think they are a good match?"

"Perfect height difference!"

"It's over, it's over, I also think it's a good match, what happened when they looked at each other, did I think too much?"

"I didn't expect this to be possible..."

Guan Ming: "???"

I didn't expect either.

Guan Ming raised his mobile phone and leaned back on the sofa to continue scanning. He frowned for a while, then suddenly relaxed his brows, got up and called out a number: "Hey, Lao Qin, do me a favor and treat you to dinner another day."

Lao Qin is his good friend from college. Now he is working on self-media and has contact with many marketing accounts. The relationship between the two is strong, so there is no need to be too polite. Lao Qin laughed over there: "If you are not in a hurry, just wait." , let me drink your CP for a while."

Guan Ming: "..."

Old Qin laughed enough, and finally thought of him: "Oh, by the way, what's the matter?"

Guan Ming: "Only the adopted son, his name is Bian Xing, you can help him stir fry."

Lao Qin was so frightened that the lion roared: "Fuck! What do you mean?"

Guan Ming: "Don't think about it, it's because of the dispute with his family. Now our director is getting nervous and has already set the tone for me in advance, saying that the money will be given to my own children. I can't just betray the truth during the recording of the program. You know, this show was originally broadcast live, but last time because of my betrayal, he changed it to a recorded broadcast, and if I do that again this time, I will definitely change the host to re-record it."

Lao Qin smiled unkindly: "How much does that idiot care about his wig? I'm convinced, okay, it's a small matter, no problem."

Guan Ming: "Don't hype it up too much, it's fine until the show airs. That kid looks quite calm, and probably doesn't want to be famous, so take it easy."

Old Qin: "Understood! Now, please give me some photos or videos of him first."

Guan Ming flipped through his mobile phone and got up immediately: "No, I'll go find him to take pictures now."

Old Qin: "Oh no, why do I feel that you are a little impatient, it's already past nine o'clock in the evening."

Guan Ming paused, turned around and looked at himself in the full-length mirror: "..."

Lao Qin: "Who wants the photos in your mobile phone? Isn't there an interview video with the photographer? I can just pick a few screenshots from scraps."

Guan Ming continued to stare at himself in the mirror: "I can't wait?"

Old Qin Xu babbled: "There is also attention to hype, you can't be too deliberate, if you don't choose a good photo, it will cause public opinion to rebel..."

Guan Ming: "I'm not impatient."

Old Qin: "..."

The next day, Bian Xing's name was sent to the hot search as the title, and it received a lot of discussion, and the popularity quickly rose.

On the third day, Guan Ming took Bian's family to record a program. Uncle Bian and Bian Xing took his car directly. The brothers and sisters arranged another car because their family members and children also came, and there were more people.

The car was driven by Zhao Wen. Uncle Bian was a little motion sick. The co-driver was Guan Ming and Bian Xing in the back seat.

Zhao Wen bluffed: "Brother Guan, why are you willing to let me drive your new car today? You didn't even want to use my mouth before."

Guan Ming said nonsense: "I drank alcohol last night, and now my head is still dizzy, so I can't drive."

"Oh, that's it." Zhao Wen chuckled, "Then you drink it every day from now on. I've been coveting your car for a long time."

Guan Ming's eyes fell on Bian Xing, who was reading with a book, "Water Margin".

Guan Ming: "You read the book quite quickly. When you came out of the house, you only read the beginning of the book. Now it's the end of the second volume."

Bian Xing nodded: "Yeah."

Guan Ming: "What other books do you like to read? I have a lot of books at home. I can borrow them for you, or give them to you."

Bian Xing was stunned for a moment, then raised his head: "Are there any fashion design and art classes?"

Guan Ming: "..."

I suspect this guy is picking on me.

Bian Xing looked at his expression and lowered his head in disappointment.

Guan Ming inhaled: "..."

After a while, he couldn't help asking, "Do you want to learn fashion design?"

Bian Xing raised his eyes to look at him, shook his head, and continued reading after shaking his head.

Guan Ming inhaled again: "..."

Isn't this kidding me? ? ?

After a while, Guan Ming said: "The TV station is coming soon, and we will be recording a program later, are you nervous?"

"Don't be nervous." Bian Xing shook his head and closed the book.

Guan Ming felt that his mentality was super stable, so he laughed and asked, "Why do you want to read those books?"

Bian Xing put the books in his bag: "To do shadow puppetry, you need to learn, not only about costume design, but also scripts, leather-making, and singing. I want to read any helpful books."

Guan Ming was a little surprised: "You are learning shadow puppetry? Then do you have time to go to school?"

Bian Xing shook his head: "I never went to school."

Guan Ming opened his mouth, remembering that he had seen him taking notes on a book on the road before: "You can write very well, and you can speak Mandarin very well. Where did you learn these things?"

Bian Xing: "My master taught me."

Guan Ming wanted to say something, but the car had already stopped.

Zhao Wen looked outside and exclaimed: "Fuck, why are there so many people today?"

As he spoke, he opened the car door and went out. After inquiring about it, he was stunned. He hurried back to find Guan Ming, patted Bian Xing on the shoulder, and said in a daze, "My dear, is this what it feels like to be popular? Bian Xing is here to squat on you." !"

Bian Xing: "?"

Guan Ming pointed to the dedicated passage next to him: "Let's go, go in."

The author has something to say: Guan Ming: You seem a little cold to me.

星星：心虚.jpg感谢在2021-03-1518:00:00~2021-03-1918:00:00期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel who threw the grenade: one sound of misty rain soaking fish;

Thanks to the little angel of irrigation nutrient solution: warm 10 bottles;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!