The son of the Republic of China dressed as a fake young master of salted fish

On the recording site of "The Brain Is a Good Thing", the director asked Gu Wenyue to come back and continue recording.

The audience was talking about Gu Wenyue.

"What the hell is Gu Wenyue doing?"

"Wouldn't it be going to the backstage to change into some flirty clothes? I'm starting to look forward to his wonderful performance"

Gu Wenyue, who took a break at halftime without authorization, arrived late.

As soon as he showed up, the audience was in an uproar.

The white clothes and black trousers set off the slender and slender figure in perfect proportions. After removing the smoky makeup on his face, Gu Wenyue revealed the already well-curved upper eyeliner and thick and slender eyelashes, combined with a stretched and confident indifferent pace , let him exude a luxurious and natural elegance.

When walking from behind the scenes to the front of the stage, everyone thought that a handsome and noble man had strayed into the set.

The barrage of the live broadcast of the program exploded in minutes.

"Give me the knife, the prophet who said Gu Wenyue went to change clothes!"

"The prophet guessed it right, but he didn't guess it completely!"

"Who knew that he took off his makeup to reveal his true colors? Damn, I forgot he looked like this."

"Fuck, I won't say that I licked his face when he debuted. As expected of the man I fell in love with, after all, he has gone through a thousand sails, washed all his charms, and came back, even more handsome and more beautiful." Temperament, woo woo woo woo”

Ding Hai was standing outside the arena. He was using two mobile phones to watch the live broadcast and watch the barrage.

The moment Gu Wenyue appeared on the stage, a dense barrage of bullets flew by, and he was overwhelmed with emotion.

He said that Brother Wenyue's condition today is particularly lined with a suit, absolutely!

Gu Wenyue walked to Group A calmly and stood with the three guests.

The three of them consciously made room for him—

For some reason, actions are faster than brains.

While they were shocked by Gu Wenyue's change of clothes in the midfield, they were wondering why he changed so much today?

How did he transform from a brainless clown to the star aura that appears now?

However, Gu Wenyue was not interested in standing in the middle, he stood to the side, and even dragged out the stool that the program crew had prepared, and sat on it firmly.

How tired is it to stand in the audience?

Why not sit when you can sit?

Gu Wen didn't understand more.

The mandatory answer questions for group B have ended, and the host announced that they will enter the rush answer session for group AB.

Although the three guests in Group A were a little displeased with Gu Wenyue's behavior of stealing the spotlight, after all, he seems to be very handy with today's topic?

The three of them quietly glanced at the score. In the first round, Gu Wenyue scored [-] points for the team alone.

Just for this, they have to treat Gu Wen better.

"Wen Yue, should you come to answer the questions? It seems like neither of us can do it."

"Yeah, today's topic is too off-the-wall, and they all choose poems and songs."

"We'll send you to fight, it's done!"

Gu Wenyue was a little bored, glanced at the scoring wall, and said in a low tone: "Enough is enough."

The tone of the voice is lazy, and there is no energy.

He already knew roughly just now that as long as he came to this show, he could get money, and he didn't need to do anything at all.

So why bother to answer the question?

What Gu Wenyue meant was that the score of group A was already much higher than the [-] points of group B, so there was no need to compete to answer the questions.

But this is not the case in the ears of the guests, they thought to themselves:

Is it because Gu Wenyue is showing cowardice?

Could it be that he only memorized the compulsory questions?

This person is unreliable!

The three returned to their positions, all rolling their eyes in their hearts.

The host announced the official start of the answering session, changing from the inspection of literary literacy to the inspection of historical accumulation.

"Which seven countries are the Seven Heroes of the Warring States Period?"

After the topic was finished, no one from group AB rushed to the answering table.

The scene was a bit embarrassing.

The guests howled.

"The host is really too difficult, where did you find the information?"

"It's not that we don't want to grab it, it's that we really don't know. This can't be high school, right?"

The producers and directors of the program felt that the effect of this cold scene was very good. It was the scene they thought of when they first conceived "The Brain Is a Good Thing"——

If the guests on the scene can't answer the high school history question, the audience will be excited.

Sure enough, the barrage circle is brushing

"Please, please go back to high school. The history of high school is really not difficult"

"Laughing to death, haven't you passed the college entrance examination? This is not okay?"

"I like this show more and more, and I like to watch people make a fool of themselves hahahaha"

"If I fail in history, I know the Seven Heroes of the Warring States Period, okay?"

The director hinted to the host to ask Gu Wenyue.

If Gu Wenyue doesn't know the answer, then he can slap his face in the first half, which is another scene that the audience loves to see.

The host asked directly: "Wen Yue?"

Unexpectedly, in the chaotic scene at the scene, Gu Wenyue was distracted, he rested his chin on half his palm, and sat in a corner quietly in a daze.

Peach Blossom eyes are half closed, her thoughts are vague, and there seems to be a touch of melancholy between her brows.

"Gu Wenyue?" The host called again, thinking irritably: What are you pretending for me here?

Gu Wenyue slowly returned to his senses, his eyes focused on the host's face, and he softly said "Huh"?

The clear eyes are like clear water with slight ripples, full of meaning.

The host said the topic again.

Gu Wenyue's reaction at this moment was quite quick, and he pointed out concisely and generously: "I didn't rush to answer."

Meaning, this is a rush question, you shouldn't ask me alone.

But in the ears of others, it becomes an excuse for him not knowing the answer.

From the staff to the guests and the audience, everyone is watching a good show.

The host just wanted to see him being slapped in the face, so he said, "Well, if you answer it well, this five-point question counts as ten points, can Group B do it?"

A few people in Group B had given up hope anyway, and Gu Wenyue didn't rush to answer just now, so they must not know the answer.

They started to fight: "Yes! We don't care, just ask Mr. Gu to give us an answer!"

People in the entertainment industry know how to praise them best.

In a small confrontation, even "Teacher Gu" has already shouted out without hesitation, which shows how much he wants to see Gu Wenyue lose the chain.

When Gu Wenyue heard this, he didn't evade any more. After the host asked, he answered the question easily: "Qin, Chu, Qi, Yan, Zhao, Wei, Han."

His expression was calm, and even his pale cheeks made him look a little innocent, as if he was called by the teacher to answer a question when he was distracted in class, causing the audience to say "I love you".

Group A is very handy.

The faces of the guests in Group B were a little tense, and they asked whether Gu Wenyue deliberately didn't rush to answer?

Some fans of group B guests said on the bullet screen that Gu Wenyue was too pretentious, so why give him [-] points.

Although Gu Wenyue didn't have many fans, unexpectedly someone spoke up for him, thinking that he had done nothing wrong.

"Isn't it okay if you don't want to grab it? You can tell by his appearance that he is a little tired today!"

"That's right, and it's not because of the host? Didn't Group B agree to ten points?"

"Please, it's worth fighting for this topic and score? What kind of elementary school chicken fighting show is this?"

"Please read after me, the name of this show is "The Brain Is a Good Thing""

"Fuck! This audience has been insulted!"

The atmosphere on the scene began to enter an inexplicable tension.

The host continued to ask, "Wen Yue, then you clearly know, why didn't you rush to answer?"

Gu Wenyue pointed at the answering booth very calmly, and said helplessly: "It's too far away, I don't want to move."

Petrification of all people: One meter is far away? !

What's wrong with your Gu Wenyue's two legs that can't move? !

As soon as these words came out, the barrage on the screen became even more exaggerated.

In fact, Gu Wenyue didn't even want to speak, after all, the contract was for him to come, and he didn't say to answer the questions.

Although he is a newcomer from the Republic of China, he also knows the meaning of the terms of the contract——

As long as he didn't violate the rules, it wouldn't be considered non-cooperation, let alone a breach of the contract. What's more, he tried his best to answer the questions in the first half, which is also a fulfillment of the contract.

At this time, another special guest on literature and history said: "Today's question seems to be difficult for Mr. Gu, so I will make a separate question. If Mr. Gu answered correctly, then ten points will be added just now. If the answer is not correct, the question just now The question is still worth five points, how about it?"

The old gentleman is kind and kind, but he has the demeanor of a master of literature and history.

Everyone dare not underestimate him.

People in group B have no opinion.

Group A saw that it was the intention of the program group, and had no choice but to agree.

Anyway, the guests were asking about Gu Wenyue, not them, as long as they sat firmly on the Diaoyutai.

The old man looked at Gu Wenyue sharply with piercing eyes: "Excuse me, how many countries are there in the sixteen countries of the Eastern Jin Dynasty?"

An exclamation broke out at the scene: "Oh my God! What kind of topic is this?"

The next second, the old man kept a friendly smile: "In order to ease the difficulty of answering the question, Mr. Gu can name five."

Everyone is thinking that the old gentleman looks amiable, but he is really cruel when he asks the question.

Now the audience couldn't post the barrage immediately, and they all went to the search engine to find the answer.

Just when the scene and the audience felt that this question was off topic, the corners of Gu Wenyue's thin lips slightly curled up, he smiled, paused every word, and his voice was as crisp as jade rings colliding: ""Book of Jin" says, The two Zhaos, the three Qins, the four Yans, and the five Liangs, together with Han and Xia, make up sixteen kingdoms."

The audience held their breath, and many people learned this historical knowledge point for the first time in their lives.

The old gentleman who asked the question seemed to suddenly become interested, and continued to ask: "Who is Er Zhao? Who is San Qin?"

The corners of Gu Wenyue's mouth curled slightly, and his eyes were clearly displeased——

A good question, why start again?

However, he didn't lose his son's temper. After all, there are many people around, and he is also a respectable rich son (in previous life), after all, he can't embarrass Gu Shi.

Gu Wenyue sighed softly, and answered slowly with some helplessness: "The former Zhao of the Xiongnu, the later Zhao of Jie, the former Yan of Xianbei, the former Liang of Han, the former Qin of Di, the later Qin of Qiang, the later Yan of Xianbei, the western Qin of Xianbei, the later Liang of Dihou, and the former Liang of Xianbei. Nan Liang, Han Xi Liang, Lu Shui Hu Bei Liang, Xianbei Nan Yan, Han Bei Yan, Xiongnu Xia, Badi Cheng Han."

His tone was not fast, his words were clear, his voice was clear and full of confidence, without any trace of timidity or disorder.

In his mouth, rather than answering the question, it is better to say that he is slowly reviewing the turbulent history of the Eastern Jin Dynasty with fireworks disputes.

The live broadcast was so quiet that there was a strange voice that was very clear:

"Fuck, what is this? Never heard of it!"

Although the words are vulgar, they simply and rudely represent the thoughts of the show and the audience——

There are more cold knowledge that is not needed.

"Snapped--"

"Snapped--"

The old gentleman who asked the question started to applaud, and even stood up to pay tribute. Every word was true: "I underestimated Mr. Gu. Mr. Gu is really good at both literature and history."

Other people at the scene applauded together, and the applause was thunderous.

After this encounter, Group A was very successful.

At the same time, no one dared to question "the answering station is a bit far away".

Anyway, Group B didn't rush to answer him, they just wanted to laugh behind his back.

Group A has no objection. After all, they already have [-] points, and Group B can't even catch up.

The scene suddenly turned around and began to enter a strange state of joy and harmony.

As for Gu Wenyue, he was able to continue to sit quietly beside him, in a daze, recalling the details of the car accident.

The director of the show understands the psychology of the audience so well, he would give Gu Wenyue a close-up shot from time to time.

"Look at Xiao Gu's eagerly looking forward to it, doesn't it look like you, me and him waiting to get off work at [-]:[-]?"

"High-quality migrant workers belong to it: they not only contribute highlight moments, but also ignite topics, and by the way, they can also be paid to be dazed. Who doesn't say something awesome after watching it?"

"Family, it's funny. Gu Wenyue's Weibo only has more than 20 fans. What kind of 88-line artist is this? It's too miserable."

"Wouldn't it be better to take this noble and self-restraining route earlier? I'll add one too!"

Jiuming, the most famous top Japanese-style kendo gym in Beijing.

In the past, the door was full of distinguished guests, but today the door is closed for a while.

In the largest swordsmanship training dojo in the Kendo Hall, there is no furnishings in the empty room, only the sound of clashing swords and the strong and sharp wind when the blades break through the air when swinging the swords.

On the inside of the Japanese-style sliding door, four bodyguards in black and seven or eight men in black kendo suits stood on both sides, all of them with solemn faces, staring nervously ahead without daring to blink.

Two men are fighting with swords.

A man wears a trousers shirt and only slightly unbuttons the first collar of his shirt.

His opponent wears a professional black kendo uniform and a black mask.

If you take a closer look, you can find that the man in the shirt is holding a straight blade, while the kendo wearer is using a curved ren.

After a few back and forth, between swords and swords, the tall, burly but well-built man in a suit defeated the enemy. He held a knife and approached the artery under the opponent's mask and protective gear. He was tall and erect, with his back to the door.

No one can clearly see his face and expression at this moment, but without exception, he can feel the chilling aura that is approaching his heart.

Unprecedented strong sense of oppression, like a dark cloud shrouded the entire dojo.

The opponent panicked and retreated again and again, not wanting to be so embarrassing in front of others, so he stood back a few steps and quickly laughed loudly to ease the shame of defeat.

After laughing, he saluted with Chinese etiquette, and said in heavily accented Japanese Chinese: "Mr. Gu's use of a knife is indeed as rumored by the outside world. Matsudaira feels ashamed. Thank you for your enlightenment."

He took off the protective gear on his face and threw it away. The facial features are typical Japanese Kanto appearance.

Ten minutes ago, Songping vowed to fight Gu Jincheng.

He holds a Japanese samurai sword, while Gu Jincheng uses a Tang sword.

What is particularly special is that Gu Jincheng holds a knife in his left hand, as if he is a left-handed person.

At this moment, Songping glanced at the Tang Dao and Gu Jincheng's well-articulated and extremely powerful left hand with fear in his eyes.

He deeply understood the rumors from the outside world——

Gu Jincheng's personality is as sharp as a knife, his wrists are ruthless, and he shows no mercy.

The tall man didn't care about his lowered head and superficial surrender, he flipped his wrist skillfully, and put the knife into the sheath smoothly.

Then, he turned around slowly, revealing a face stained with fine crystal beads of sweat.

The overly thick sword eyebrows are like a knife in his hand, with straight blades and sharp edges, like a pair of black phoenix eyes hidden in the depression formed by the horizontal ridge of the brow bone and the straight and firm nasal bone, just like the mountains stretching to cover all the verdant greenery. Hidden in the eyes, remote and deep.

This is the current head of the Gu family, Gu Jincheng who has been in a high position at a young age because of his fierce methods and outstanding abilities.

Gu Jincheng is extremely tall. Even standing next to Song Ping, who is also tall and tall, he is half a head taller. Outstanding momentum.

Song Ping continued to do small fudi: "Mr. Gu, I took the liberty to appreciate the style of Tang Dao today. There will be a high-standard Benzen cuisine in a while. I hope Mr. Gu will appreciate it."

Gu Jincheng held the Tang saber in his hand and handed it back.

Assistant Zheng Ye immediately stepped forward, held the knife in both hands respectfully, and handed over a clean white towel at the same time.

Gu Jincheng took the towel to wipe off the fine sweat on his face, then changed another towel very carefully, wiped his slender and strong fingers one by one, and then threw the towel aside.

He lowered his eyes, and began to focus on tidying up the messy shirt cuffs and neckline slowly, indifferent to Matsudaira's words.

Songping was embarrassed and felt the strong sense of rejection from this young Chinese man.

He continued to bite the bullet and continued: "The one who prepared today's dishes is the accompanying banquet chef I brought from Japan, who ranks first in Japan..."

Gu Jincheng tidied up both sleeves and raised his hand slightly.

Song Ping closed his mouth unconsciously, and frowned, not knowing how to get Gu Jincheng's attention——

He came to discuss business, and originally wanted to meet him in the spirit of Bushido, but who knew that Gu Jincheng was unwilling to change into the specially prepared kendo uniform after he came, and he was defeated in 10 minutes.

After Gu Jincheng raised his hand, a bodyguard took his suit and put it on for him.

Finally, he waited until he was wearing a crisp black suit, and he was willing to lift his eyes and look at the man in front of him, who claimed to be a philistine businessman from a Japanese Bushido family.

Song Ping got a straight look, and immediately kept a polite and false smile on his face: "Mr. Gu."

Gu Jincheng's voice was light: "Mr. Songping, did you recognize this Tang Dao clearly today?"

His voice tends to be hoarse, as deep as a deep spring flowing, and he is born with the calm prestige and coldness and domineeringness of a superior.

People who meet him for the first time can hardly imagine that he is less than 25 years old now.

Song Ping followed his words and said, "Ah... yes. Mr. Gu's sword skills are top-notch."

Gu Jincheng looked sideways at the martial arts gym, smiled jokingly, and changed his words to his assistant: "Zheng Ye, ask someone to demolish the kendo hall and change it into a Tang Dao hall."

"Yes, Mr. Gu." Zheng Ye took the order.

Matsudaira was fighting with each other, not knowing what this meant.

But he knew that the important cooperation business that the family had entrusted had failed.

At this time, Gu Jincheng walked to his side, and said in a light tone: "Mr. Songping, I think that the person who told you that I like to play with knives may deliberately want you to lose a business."

He smiled narrowly, "Next time you come to China to do business, Mr. Matsudaira still has to go to the country and do as the Romans do."

Song Ping was stunned——

He didn't understand which step offended Gu Jincheng today.

This person is too elusive to fathom.

When Songping came to his senses, he could only see Gu Jincheng walking away with his assistant and a few bodyguards.

Looking from a distance, he only felt that Gu Jincheng, who was wearing a black suit, looked like a Tang knife sheathed in his hand, restraining the edge, but the pressure was still there.

Parking area outside the Kendo Hall.

Under the sunlight in early summer, Zheng Ye opened the rear door of the Rolls-Royce.

Gu Jincheng paused slightly before getting into the car, facing the assistant.

"How to say?"

The assistant Zheng Ye was very clear about the endless questions, and replied: "Second Young Master's assistant manager said that Second Young Master will go home after the show today."

Since Gu Jincheng returned to the Gu family, their father asked the servants to call him the eldest master and Gu Wenyue the second young master to distinguish them.

Gu Jincheng raised his long legs and stepped into the car.

"back office."

Zheng Ye closed the door and went around to the co-pilot.

The smooth black Rolls-Royce drove away slowly, and the black Mercedes on which the bodyguards were sitting followed immediately.

Gu Wenyue managed to survive until the end of the show. After the host announced, he stretched wearily and turned his neck gently.

Seeing this, Ding Hai eagerly rushed over to tap him on the shoulder, very excited:

"Brother Wen Yue has worked hard, I really gained a lot today. Weibo fans have also increased greatly, so far they have reached 40. I have gained 15 live fans in one day! Live fans!"

Gu Wenyue frowned slightly, and then slowly obtained information about Weibo from the original owner's "knowledge base".

He didn't care, just asked: "Can I go home now?"

He desperately needed to recuperate in bed, or to drink or eat.

In short, he doesn't want to be in a chaotic and noisy environment.

This temporary banging made him feel very relaxed in his shoulders and neck, and he squinted his eyes slightly to enjoy it.

Ding Hai lowered his voice, and said with a cautious expression: "Well... Mr. Gu asked his assistant to contact me just now, saying that he confirmed that you will go back home tonight. Then I will drive you back now?"

As he spoke, he paid attention to the change of Gu Wenyue's expression.

Sure enough, when Gu Wenyue heard this, he suddenly opened his eyes.

Then, she blinked her eyes slightly, covered her lips gracefully and yawned, and said softly, "Got it."

Ding Hai couldn't help thinking distressedly:

Brother Wen Yue, I have already reported the situation to the company. As long as you put your heart into variety shows and filming film and television dramas like today, we will fill up the daily work and earn a lot of money soon. You will never have to look back at home and be angry!

The author has something to say:

Gu Wenyue: Is the daily schedule full?Do you want me to die!