C135 Zhang Chen (1/2)
Lin Weiwei and I made our decision, and instructed Xi Si and Sixi to stay comfortably in the hotel together for the whole morning. The four of them had nothing to do, so they polished some of the details of the ”protective umbrella” security program and planted the starting icon of the small cap, waiting for me to give it to the Cheng Lao tomorrow.
Right now, the busiest one was that trashy Tao Lang.
When the few of us turned on the television in the hotel, we could see the live broadcast: the hotel lobby was filled with people carrying short guns, carrying cameras, squeezing forward one by one; they were all crowded in the direction where Tao Lang was standing. The television station wrote a line of words under Tao Lang's body with an extremely eye-catching title.
To tell the truth, I had the impression that this guy was a good reporter besides being a mechanic; he seemed to have an innate exposure, and he was not nervous about the reporters and the microphones sticking in his nostrils and his mouth. On the contrary, he was enjoying himself.
The reporters crowded around Tao Lang were like bees flapping their wings, buzzing and asking questions all around:
”Hello! May I ask if Small Bottle Cover Company, the founder of the Small Bottle Cover Company is at his hotel?
”Hello over here, look over here, I am from Beijing News, for today's competition of the top eight, the organization committee will directly announce the promotion of the small cap and the IT Association's President Wang will announce the award of the Small Bottle Cover Company's Special Honor Award!” This award had never appeared before, and the competition was not over yet. Just because of this award, Small Bottle Cover Company was given the qualifications to participate in the international competition. ”Please answer, thank you!”
”This way, this way, sir!” Handsome brother, I am from Business Newspaper. They said that it was the Small Bottle Cover Company's own products that helped him resist the invasion of the Foreign hackers successfully. They were called ”protective umbrellas” to be arranged to be placed in each of the key areas of the Chinese internet managed by the Office of Information Supervision. Was this true? Would this product, called the 'protective umbrella', be listed on the civilian market? ”What is the price like?”
”F * * k your mother, you squeezed your way over to me!”
”You're the one who squeezed in with me. Which newspaper do you believe in? I'll sue you for slander!”
The reporters roared out questions at each other. Some of their colleagues even started to make a ruckus. The scene was exceptionally explosive. No matter who it was, they would want to get their hands on the information first.
However, even if they were excited, and shouted questions at Tao Lang, Tao Lang would pretend not to hear them. He kept acting coquettishly, allowing the media to film him until they had enough and when they were all sick and unwilling to film him, Tao Lang then straightened up and cleared his throat, ”Cough cough!”
When the media friends saw Tao Lang's state, they all thought that he was probably cursing in his heart, ”Damn it, this bastard has been doing this for so long, he's finally going to answer some serious questions.” One by one, they raised up all the stuff in their hands and aimed them at Tao Lang. The reporters all stared at Tao Lang with widened eyes, hoping that he would say something.
Tao Lang smiled and said flirtatiously: ”I'm sorry, I have nothing to say.”
Fortunately, a hotel security guard managed to save Tao Lang and pushed him out of the room. Only by closing the door did he manage to stop the reporters from wanting to beat up.
”That brat Tao Lang.” I sat in front of the television and watched this scene, smiling as I shook my head; not long after, Tao Lang who was on the television knocked on the door while panting heavily as he walked in.
As soon as he entered, he picked up a bottle of mineral water from the table, opened it and gulped down the water in his throat, letting out a refreshing ”Ah!” He then shook his eyebrows, smiled, and said to me, ”This is great!”
”Will it be fun to drink, or will it be fun to be surrounded by reporters?” Lin Weiwei smiled as she asked.
”Everyone is satisfied.” Tao Lang snickered, looked at Xi Si and Sixi who were at the side, and said: ”This limelight is great, why don't the two of you go try it out?”
”Alright!” Little fatty was jumping and jumping as if he really wanted to rush out, so his senior brother Xi Si hurriedly stretched his hand out and pressed Little fatty's head back down.
Xi Si shook his head with a serious face and said seriously to the Four Great Little fatty s: ”Junior Brother, have you forgotten that my master is your senior uncle's teachings? A person who practices Buddhism should stay far away from the busy city in order to calm his mind and rest. ”
”Fine.” Little fatty Four Xi spoke with his hands clasped in front of his chest, as if he was listening to something. ”Four Xi, I will follow Senior Brother's teachings. ”But Senior Brother, I'm hungry.”
”I'm a bit hungry too.” Lin Weiwei also stood up from the bed, she turned and looked at me: ”I'll bring them to the kitchen to have a look, the two family members don't know what to eat and what not, what you want to eat, I'll bring some up for you. With so many reporters surrounding us, it would probably be inconvenient for us to eat outside. ”
”Whatever.” I'm not picky with food. Lin Weiwei nodded his head and led them out the room. Tao Lang liked to join in the fun, so he followed along as well; five minutes after they left, my phone started buzzing in my pocket. One phone vibrated, but the key point was that both phones started vibrating crazily.
I took it out and saw that one was an unfamiliar number, I don't know who it was, and the other was Li Xinai. I thought that the unfamiliar number was probably the reporter who found out about my Phone Number, so he turned his back and left it on the table. He then picked up Li Xinai's call: ”Hello?”