Abandoned by a wealthy family with a baby

"Are you kidding me?" Ning Zan frowned.

Xi Chenchu ​​shook his head: "I don't know why, but that sentence suddenly appeared in my mind."

Almost after Ning Zan finished speaking, Xi Chenchu ​​blurted out the words without thinking at all.

"Okay." Ning Zan rubbed his brows helplessly and waved his hands, "Forget it, I don't think we can talk about this matter even if we talk here, so don't think too much about it."

Xi Chenchu ​​nodded, his expression was not as relaxed as Ning Zan's.

The two of them did not continue to talk about this strange incident.

Soon after, the organizer of the International Skiing Friendship Competition found Xie Jiang and expressed the hope that Ning Zan would cooperate. They started to hold a fair and open live broadcast competition. More importantly, this competition will be based on world-class skiing rules as the standard.

With such a request, even though Xie Jiang had called Ning Zan and obtained Ning Zan's commitment to this matter, he still did not give the organizer a fully confirmed answer, but only expressed that he would discuss this matter with Ning Zan.

The organizer also knew the importance of this matter, and expressed their approval of Xie Jiang's hesitation, but expressed the hope that Ning Zan would consider it carefully before confirming whether to participate in the competition.

The voice of public opinion on the Internet gradually became louder, and many people found the video of the program that was broadcast live on the sports channel.

Judging from the content of the video alone, whether it was the reaction of the game scene or the reactions of all the guests in the live broadcast room, it was normal, but even so, this game was still too surprising.

Who is Ning Zan?

An [-]-line artist who quit the industry for more than two years and then came back. Apart from announcing on Weibo and participating in a talk show, he has no other works after his comeback.

The point is, Ning Zan is an actor.

At most, it will be the title of an amateur athlete.

But it happened to be such a person who surpassed a group of world champions by a large score in a fairly official event and won the game.

Some say it's a miracle.

Others say it's a deal.

Others said that this was a performance, a deliberate performance for audiences all over the world, so Ning Zan won. When everyone thought that Ning Zan would definitely lose, he won the first place instead.

Netizens are always willing to believe what they want to believe, especially some netizens, who firmly believe that something impossible is absolutely impossible to happen. If this thing happens, then it is fake, unreal, and a scam.

Things got bigger and bigger. From the beginning of the crusade against Ning Zan, more and more people got involved and began to crusade against the organizers and those players who competed with Ning Zan. They began to question whether the status of these players as world champions was real. .

This ridiculous-sounding reason really exists, and the organizer has to find a way to solve this part of the rumor.

At present, the best way to break rumors is to speak with facts.

So the organizer found Ning Zan.

"I promise."

"Otherwise, you should think about it again? Do you know what it means once you agree to this matter?" Xie Jiang persuaded.

Before, he was the one who couldn't wait to break the rumors, but now he hoped that Ning Zan would act cautiously.

After all, this matter involves the reputation of the entire skiing industry.

"I've thought about it, and I agree to their request." Ning Zan was not affected by Xie Jiang's hesitation, and gave a firm answer.

Xie Jiang tried to explain the impact of this incident to Ning Zan: "From a certain point of view, you must win this game, and you must win in full view of the entire network audience, but once you get the limelight, something will happen. There will also be changes, such as your status in the circle."

"What's the matter?" Ning Zan chuckled, "Do I look like someone who will go skiing for the rest of his life?"

Xie Jiang also laughed, because Ning Zan's words relaxed a little: "Well, since you said that, I don't care what will happen after this game, I will reply to the organizers and say you promised them requirements."

"Ah."

The public opinion on the Internet is still fermenting, and the organizer immediately started planning in full swing after receiving the affirmative voice conveyed by Xie Jiang.

First inform all the skiers who have not yet left, and make another appointment for the competition time.

Secondly, the official media announces the time of the next game.

Then, I found a dedicated live broadcast platform.

Based on the idea of ​​not earning this money for nothing, the organizer chatted with the live broadcast platform about the income of the live broadcast in a relaxed mood.

The hotly discussed event on the Internet has affected the world's skiing circles. The organizers of the International Skiing Friendship Competition have also specially formulated a new competition time for this. One can imagine how much attention will be paid by then.

The sports world has never been short of curious spectators.

There is never a shortage of enthusiastic audiences.

No matter from which angle you look at it, this live broadcast can attract real viewers to watch online.

For the live broadcast platform, being able to capture this hot topic is also a marketing tool.

In the end, this live broadcast game established a live broadcast agreement with a well-known live broadcast platform and sports channel.

The game is on a Saturday afternoon, when many people have time to pay attention to gossip.

Because Xi Chenchu ​​had something to do, Ning Zan went over with his son in his arms, and specially called Xie Jiang, planning to help take care of Ning Lele when he was competing.

Xie Jiang didn't refuse, but was in high spirits: "This game is more strict than before, and non-professionals can't get in. If it wasn't for you, I definitely wouldn't be able to watch the game live. Watch it through the screen. There’s no better scene than a match.”

Obviously, Xie Jiang originally planned to watch this match.

"Brother Xie seems very excited?"

"Of course, I'm just waiting for you to slap those nonsense rumormongers on the Internet." Xie Jiang said excitedly.

"Brother Xie was still worried before and thought I shouldn't accept it?" Ning Zan mentioned Xie Jiang's previous hesitation and hesitation.

"Well, isn't that this moment and that moment?" Xie Jiang scratched his head, "Before it was before, and now you have taken this job, I can't pour cold water on you no matter what, do I want to say that you will never win, don't Comparing? That's not okay, if I really say that, Lele won't hit me? "

"How could it be, Lele is so obedient." Ning Zan patted Ning Lele's arm, "Is what Dad said?"

Ning Lele was only looking left and right before, but when Ning Zan suddenly called his name, he turned his head in a daze: "Dad, did you call me?"

Ning Zan laughed, but he didn't pursue the question just now: "What are you looking at, so happy?"

Hearing this question, Ning Lele suddenly became excited: "Father, there are so many people, there are here, there are, there are also, there are so many people."

"There are indeed a lot of people here today." Ning Zan also noticed the bustle of the ski resort. The number of people coming today is no less than that of the normal opening, and it is more lively than usual.

What can be seen is that many people at the scene are carrying video cameras and cameras in their hands, and some people are holding microphones, followed by a videographer carrying a video camera.

The three of them had been chatting in a remote corner before. After chatting for a while, Ning Zan saw a familiar figure not far away, subconsciously took a few steps forward, and was surrounded as soon as he walked out of the corner.

"Ning Zan, what do you think of the next game?"

"Do you have the confidence to win the game?"

"Having won so many world championships, what do you think?"

"Do you have anything to say about the voice of public opinion against you on the Internet?"

"As an amateur skier, do you think you have what it takes to beat a world champion?"

"It was said on the Internet that you jumped to win the game earlier, what do you think about it?"

The voices of the reporters came to Ning Zan one after another, and the live broadcast camera diligently broadcast the real situation on the spot. It involved the parties involved in the game, and the audience who were watching the live broadcast were also interested in it. There were very few live broadcast rooms The number of viewers gradually increased.

The reporters handed over the microphones, everyone wanted Ning Zan to be the first to answer their questions.

After all, after the voices of public opinion on Weibo started to explode, Ning Zan never spoke again, whether it was to clarify for himself or ordinary Weibo.

No one even knew what Ning Zan was really thinking at this time.

At this time, Ning Zan stood among the reporters, facing the swarming microphones, subconsciously frowned.

A shocking thing happened to everyone!

Everyone watched helplessly, Ning Lele, who was held in Ning Zan's arms, hugged the microphone in front of him tightly, opened his mouth and took a big bite.

Really took a bite!

Ning Lele, whose teeth hadn't grown well, suddenly felt the malice from the world.

"Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo..." Ning Lele burst into tears and threw herself into Ning Zan's arms.

The reporters around subconsciously distanced the microphone from Ning Zan, or Ning Lele, and then looked at the "culprit" with scolding eyes.

The "culprit" looked at the microphone in his hand, with Ning Lele's saliva on it:? ? ?

Before Ning Zan could pay attention to the reporter, he patted Ning Lele and pulled him out of his arms: "Ning Lele, why are you biting uncle's microphone?"

Ning Lele pursed her mouth and cried loudly: "Dad, ice, ice cream, wow wow wow—"

As soon as she finished speaking, Ning Lele threw herself into Ning Zan's arms and cried loudly, and no matter how much Ning Zan pulled, she couldn't pull it out.

At this moment, Ning Zan felt even more dumbfounded, and helplessly looked at the reporter who seemed to be full of question marks: "I'm sorry, because your microphone looks a bit like ice cream. Children are not sensible, so they treat it as ice cream."

The reporter suddenly reacted: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, he must have bitten pain."

"It's okay, I'll be fine in a while." Ning Zan patted Ning Lele on the back and looked at the other reporters.

It stands to reason that interviewing is their job, but Ning Lele is still crying.

Reporters: ...

Retreat is neither advance nor advance.

It's so embarrassing.