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Guan Ming led the people from the Bian family into the recording room, the guest consultants took their seats, the director arranged the process, and all departments got ready, and the recording began.

During the recording process, the director walked in from the outside with a thermos cup in his hand, looked at the situation inside through the glass, and asked a director assistant next to him in a low voice: "How is everything going well?"

The assistant said "OK".

The director showed a satisfied smile, moved a chair to sit beside him, and suddenly felt that something was wrong. Guan Ming and the guest consultant gradually had the tendency to talk with each other. His expression changed slightly, and he stood up from the chair. .

The director was also a little anxious: "What's going on? Remind Guan Ming! Let him speak according to the arrangement!"

The assistant was sweating profusely and ran in to put up the reminder board. Guan Ming seemed not to have seen it, and with a friendly smile on his face, he said to Bian Xing: "So, the money originally belonged to you, and you won the lottery ticket." ,Is it right?"

Bian Xing nodded.

The two brothers and sisters next to him were anxious, and the elder brother said: "This happened several years ago. He was still young at that time. How could he buy lottery tickets by himself? My father must have asked him to do so!"

The younger sister also said like a machine gun: "Besides, there is no evidence. If you talk about it, who wouldn't make it up?"

Guan Ming's smile deepened: "There is really no evidence for Bian Xing, but our column team has inquired about this matter, and we happened to have some clues. Let's take a look together."

The director squeezed the thermos cup tightly and glared: "What is he going to do!"

Guan Ming took out something from his pocket, unfolded it to the camera, and it was a photo: "This is a photo taken when Bian Xing received the award, and the owner of that lottery point even took a memory vlog for us, and we also Let's take a look together."

As he spoke, he took a tablet from the side and turned on the video.

The guest showed hesitation on his face and looked outside frequently. The director pushed aside the chair and rushed in: "Stop, stop! Guan Ming, what are you doing?"

Guan Ming showed surprise: "Recording the show."

The director waved: "Come here, come here first, I have something to tell you."

Guan Ming stood up and walked out unhurriedly. Compared with his leisurely appearance, the director and director were as irritable as two firecrackers.

The director pointed to the photo in his hand: "Really?"

Guan Ming: "Of course it is true, can this matter be faked?"

The director stretched out his hand: "Show me, show me the video too, this is not a joke."

Guan Ming handed him the photo and the tablet, and the director tore up the photo without saying a word, then deleted the video, and finally sighed earnestly: "Young people, don't be impulsive, we have to consider the audience of the program, we have to consider Feel the feelings of our real audience! No matter how lively the Internet is, they don’t give us ratings, don’t be influenced by online public opinion, media people have to make their own judgments!”

Guan Ming's smile remained unchanged: "Director, I still have backups of photos and videos here."

The director's expression froze: "You..."

Guan Ming: "The director is right. People in the media must make their own judgments. My judgment is that the money has nothing to do with Uncle Bian's biological children."

The director was furious: "What are you talking about? They are a family, no matter where the money comes from, it belongs to the family."

Guan Ming: "Oh, by the way, there is another piece of information before I have time to say that although Bian Xing has the same surname as Old Man Bian, he has no household registration with the old man's family at all. Legally speaking, they are not a family, and they really should not have property. shared."

The director stared at him unexpectedly, and was so angry that he almost dropped the thermos in his hand.

Guan Ming made a gesture and turned around: "Director, then shall I go in and continue recording?"

The head of the station pointed at him, then turned to point to the door: "You go, our small stage can't afford you a big Buddha, please find another one!" He waved to the staff, "Go, change the host, and start recording again! "

At this time, two staff members passed by the corridor, discussing gossip excitedly.

"It's too exaggerated. There are a lot of people around the door now, all of them are here to sit on the sidelines."

"Handsome guy, who doesn't like to watch it. I also searched for it yesterday. He is so handsome in 360 degrees without any dead ends. I haven't seen the real person yet. Call me when he comes out later."

"Hey, look, it's on the hot search again, what the hell is the koi physique hahaha..."

"Ah? It's not hype, is it? Let me see!"

"It's not like the hype. It's a lottery point owner. After seeing Bian Xing's hot search, he found old photos from his home and said that Bian Xing had won 200 million with him before!"

"Really? So this is the inheritance they are fighting for now?"

The voices of the two gradually faded away, and the director was blowing out his nostrils with "huchihuchi". Although he has an inexplicable sense of superiority over traditional media, he has always looked down on new media, and even because of this, he doesn't know much about the routines on the Internet, but he You're not stupid, seeing how the old god Guan Ming is here, how can you not guess that this matter has something to do with Guan Ming.

He took out his mobile phone to check public opinion online, and his face became more and more ugly.

It is impossible to change the host now, no one can avoid the lottery, and the change will delay the recording. All kinds of guesses, when the time comes, there will be another public opinion storm...

But if you don't change people, according to Guan Ming's temperament, the final result will inevitably be the opposite of what you expected, then...

The head of the station couldn't get off the tiger, and was so angry and anxious that he almost pulled off his wig. He glared at Guan Ming who walked to the door: "Come back, continue recording!"

Guan Ming turned around, pushed his glasses with a smile, and re-entered the recording room.

Bian Xing looked at him with puzzlement in his eyes, obviously not understanding what happened.

The next recording went very smoothly. At the end, old man Bian dragged Bian Xing and wished he could run to the bank immediately. If he didn’t transfer the money to Bian Xing’s card as soon as possible, he wouldn’t be able to sleep well at night.

Guan Ming said very caringly: "I will take you there later."

Bian Xing looked up at the time suspiciously, it was not yet noon: "Don't you want to go to work?"

Guan Ming didn't explain, went to his station to quickly pack up his things, then sent a resignation letter to the director, came over and patted Bian Xing on the shoulder: "Let's go."

When Guan Ming left, the office area exploded.

At the same time, the entrance of the TV station also exploded.

After the recording of the program, the son and daughter of the old man Bian were emotionally agitated. The director quietly asked them to leave, returned the red envelopes they had received, and arranged for someone to comfort them, but the brother and sister were not at all fuel-efficient. The crowd who jumped out of the car and rushed to the door sat on the ground and wept loudly, cursing and crying. All the people involved, including the station director, scolded them all over, and the matter of the red envelope was naturally exposed.

When the director heard the news, his face turned pale, and he hurriedly called the security guards to drive away the people, but there were many marketing accounts for self-media at the door, and they all raised their cameras when they saw the excitement, the security guards didn't dare to mess around, and finally coaxed and dragged the people away Go, leave a chicken feather.

Guan Ming didn't care about that, he took old man Bian and Bian Xing to leave through the back door, and drove to the bank.

Bian Xing sat in the back, staring at his box of sundries, hesitating to speak.

Guan Ming looked at him from the rearview mirror: "What do you want to say?"

Bian Xing pursed his lips: "I saw your leader got angry at you, did you lose your job because of me?"

Guan Ming laughed: "It has nothing to do with you, I was planning to resign."

Bian Xing lowered his head, with an unconcealable guilt on his face.

At this moment, Guan Ming's cell phone rang, and he pressed to answer, and Zhao Wen's voice came from the other end: "Brother Guan, you are acting too fast, I haven't typed my resignation report yet, wait for me, I will And ready to leave."

Guan Ming frowned: "Don't be impulsive, wait until I settle down."

Zhao Wen: "No, without you, I can't stay in this poor unit for a day."

Guan Ming's tone became serious: "Listen to me, don't say anything naked, you don't know my luck, how many good opportunities have been squandered, otherwise I wouldn't be stuck in the small broken TV station all day, I'm happy to leave today, But it’s not sure if I can have dinner tomorrow, so wait until I’m settled.”

Zhao Wen said carelessly: "It's okay, Zhou Lin and I are not bad luck, we will definitely find a next home, and you can join us when the time comes."

Guan Ming sighed helplessly: "Oh..."

Guan Ming hung up the phone and said to Bian Xing: "The bank is here, can you go by yourself? I'll wait for you here."

Bian Xing said, "No problem."

After a while, he said, "Thank you."

Only then did he open the car door and help the old man Bian out.

Guan Ming watched their figures walk into the bank, and then answered Zhou Lin's call, knowing that their decision to resign could not be shaken, so he smiled and said, "Okay, let's make an appointment for dinner another day to celebrate our getting rid of the idiot leader. "

After hanging up the phone and waiting for a while, Bian Xing helped the old man Bian back, he went to Guan Ming's side and knocked on the car window, the glass lowered, he raised his hand and brought in a cup of milk tea: "Please drink."

Guan Ming was a little surprised, and reached out to take it: "Thank you!"

Bian Xing paused, his eyelashes drooping: "I'm sorry."

Guan Ming couldn't laugh or cry: "It really has nothing to do with you, you don't have to feel guilty."

Bian Xing got into the car, held back for a while, and couldn't help asking: "Why did you help me?"

Guan Ming: "If you don't help me, why don't you help your two brothers and sisters? If the money is in their hands, can your father still see a doctor?"

Bian Xing fell silent.

The old man Bian was chattering away, Guan Ming guessed, he didn't want to see a doctor, he thought it was bad anyway, and he didn't want to waste the money.

Guan Ming persuaded: "It's okay, uncle, you also participated in the rural medical insurance, and you can be reimbursed when you see a doctor, which can save you a lot of money."

The old man Bian said in dialect: "We still have to spend money, the money belongs to Xingxing, and we have to save it for Xingxing to buy a house and marry a wife."

Guan Ming sent them to the door of the hotel. After getting off the car, old man Bian held his hand and said a bunch of words, incoherently grateful.

Bian Xing looked at him seriously: "Thank you!"

Guan Ming smiled and waved his hands: "Go up."

He watched the two of them enter the lobby of the hotel, and took out his mobile phone to call a friend: "Baby, do you have an uncle who works in the hospital? Can you contact me with an oncology specialist?"

Bian Xing has a keen hearing, and when he walked into the elevator, he just heard this sentence and suddenly raised his head.

Guan Ming: "What a coincidence, he will be here tomorrow? Then can I bring him there tomorrow?"

Hanging up the phone, Guan Ming took out his mobile phone and sent a text message to Bian Xing: I contacted an expert here, and I will take your dad to have a look tomorrow morning?

After waiting for a while, there was no reply to the text message. Guan Ming thought that they should be packing their things just after entering, so he started the car and prepared to leave.

"Guan Ming!"

Suddenly a shout came, Guan Ming turned his head and saw Bian Xingfei running towards him.

He lowered the car window: "Why did you run down again?"

Bian Xing bent down and put his hands on the car window: "Go tomorrow! Thank you!"

Guan Ming looked at the sweaty hair on his forehead, and couldn't move his eyes: "What are you running for, just reply a message."

"I want to say thank you in person." Bian Xing's eyes were bright, and he said seriously, "You are a good person."

Guan Ming: "???"

Bian Xing seemed to feel that he was not sincere enough, so he raised his voice and repeated: "You are a good person!"

Guan Ming: "...What's the matter, you always thought I was a bad person?"

Bian Xing blushed a little, and his voice became quieter: "No."

Guan Ming: "..."

Bian Xing raised his eyes and found that Guan Ming was staring at him, and hastily looked away, with a faint guilt that Guan Ming couldn't understand.

Guan Ming picked up the milk tea and took a sip without taking his eyes off his face: "Actually, I'm really not a good person."

Bian Xing retorted without hesitation: "You are!"

Guan Ming: "..."

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