Chapter 281： The poor and sour internet celebrity 11 ┃ pretending to be a rich second generation, Chang Jinbo, who began to fall (1/2)
After Zhuang Li left, the living room was silent, and this game of guessing and guessing could no longer be played.
He knew the occupation of each guest very well. He can understand clothing design drawings, drug formula tables, and English lesson plans; just by flicking his fingertips on the table, he can immediately identify the repertoire, which shows that he is also proficient in piano performance.
He understands French and English; he can tell the model of a car's engine by voice.
The various things he showed were not at all similar to what Han Kun described in his blog post. He doesn't look like an orphan with no parents at all, like a semi-literate who hasn't graduated from high school, or the bottom of society who can only move bricks on a construction site.
If this is the case at the bottom, what about the top? Wan Annie really can't imagine.
She looked around the crowd and sighed, "How can I feel like my IQ is being crushed."
Chang Jinbo stared at the direction of the stairs, his mood fluctuated. Just now, he actually saw a dazzling light on Zhuang Li, so his heartbeat also accelerated.
Is it an illusion?
Must be an illusion! How can someone like Zhuang Li be worthy of love? He can have today's taste and connotation, isn't it all piled up by Han Kun's money?
Thinking of this, Chang Jinbo suppressed the throbbing in his heart again.
Meng Lan pretended to be puzzled and said, "Why didn't Zhuang Li tell us about his occupation? What do you think he did?"
Chang Jinbo pouted and wanted to put on a mocking expression, but he suddenly lowered his head and avoided the cameraman's follow-up.
He was a little sad, for Zhuang Li. Just because he could see that Zhuang Li was actually very smart. If he doesn't go the wrong way, he can also become people like Ou Lu and Zhou Banxia.
Meng Lan just stared at Chang Jinbo, hoping that he would be the first to bombard Zhuang Li. She could feel that this person hated Zhuang Li very much, and he dared to say anything.
She asked everyone to guess Zhuang Li's occupation, and Chang Jinbo was likely to mention Zhuang Li's past when he was cared for, which would be fun.
In fact, she didn't hate Zhuang Li, because she never thought there was anything wrong with sucking other people's blood. However, if suppressing the other party can get her more popularity and shots, then she will spare no effort.
She just wanted to fully squeeze Zhuang Li's use value.
But Chang Jinbo's silence exceeded her expectations. He didn't say a word to belittle Zhuang Li.
What makes Meng Lan even more unbelievable is that everyone has forgotten the rumors and criticisms on the Internet and began to beautify Zhuang Li.
Zhou Banxia said firmly: "I guess Zhuang Li is a pharmacist."
Xu Jingjing raised her hand like a primary school student, "I guess he is a musician."
Wan Anni pondered: "He has dabbled in everything, and should be a scholar."
Ou Lu stroked the spectacle frame on the bridge of his nose and analyzed: "Aside from the gossip on the Internet, if I were to judge by Zhuang Li's words, deeds and manners, I feel that he is more like an investor.
"When he observes others, he will naturally show a very sharp gaze, as if he wants to see your whole person from the inside out. When I brought my business book to the angel fund to meet with investors, the other That's how you look at me."
Meng Lan: "..."
What about the Critic and Dou Conference? This is different from the plot she set! How could the F man from Zhuang Li be a pharmacist, a musician, a scholar, and an investor? He is a loser!
The chief director applauded softly: "This time, the guests we invited really lived up to their high education, high IQ, and high emotional intelligence."
The deputy director sighed: "Those who can achieve great success in their respective fields will definitely not follow others' opinions, and they will not lack the ability to think independently. You see, Han Kun's blog post is so popular, and there are so many netizens who scold Mr. Zhuang. But none of our guests were misled, and they were quick to judge for themselves."
"Only Meng Lan almost means it." A choreographer shook his head. "She is only 21 years old. She just graduated from university, so she is still too young."
"Chang Jinbo's performance is not very good. He is used to fighting his father, and he talks and does things without thinking." Another director commented.
Xiao Liu raised his hand to remind: "Director, it seems that our program team gave money for Han Kun's blog post to be on the hot search."
Everyone: "..."
At this moment, the cold wind hit the entire monitoring room.
Chief Director: "Quickly withdraw the hot search!"
However, it is already too late, the hot search has long been automatically off the list, and the publicity effect that should be achieved has also been achieved.
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Zhuang Li was lying on the bed with his computer in his arms and watching Xi Ming's game video. He would go back and forth over and over again to enjoy the wonderful scenes.
At eight o'clock in the evening, a staff member carefully knocked on his door and asked him to go to the living room downstairs to get an invitation card.
"What invitation card." He put his hands in his pockets and walked down the spiral staircase unhurriedly.
"We will give each of you a blank invitation card, you can fill in the name of the guest you want to invite, and then give it to the other party. If the other party reaches out and catches your card, it means that he accepts your invitation, You can take him on a date tomorrow." The staff explained in detail.
When the two went down to the first floor, everyone received their cards, then hid in the corner and filled in covertly.
Chang Jinbo and Meng Lan sat side by side on the carpet in the living room, with their heads together, holding an invitation card in each hand, staring at a laptop, fascinated.
Zhuang Li picked up the only blank invitation card still on the table and walked towards Chang Jinbo.
He stood behind the two and watched quietly, but saw Chang Jinbo's racing video playing on the computer screen. A few minutes later, when the game was over, Chang Jinbo raised the runner-up trophy and smiled brightly in the spray of champagne foam.
"On the last lap, you have a chance to overtake. If you do, you will reach the finish line 2 seconds faster than the champion." Zhuang Li said suddenly.
Chang Jinbo didn't notice that Zhuang Li had come, and was startled by his voice.
Meng Lan had already learned of Zhuang Li's approach from the system's beep, but pretended to be addicted, then pretended to be frightened, bumped her head against Jin Bo's forehead, and hugged the opponent's arm.
Chang Jinbo gasped in pain.
Meng Lan covered her head and grunted like a puppy.
Chang Jinbo was amused by her embarrassed and cute appearance. After returning to his senses, he looked at Zhuang Li and asked, "Where do you think you can overtake?"
"Here." Zhuang Li held the mouse and rewinded the video.
Chang Jinbo took a closer look and categorically denied: "It is impossible to overtake at this width."
"Look carefully, at this second, the car in front is a little unstable, and the driver turned the steering wheel out, causing the body to shift five degrees. Did you see that he didn't get stuck in the passing lane. For you, this Seconds are opportunities. This width is enough for overtaking. If you seize the opportunity, you can win." Zhuang Li fixed the video at that precise second.
Chang Jinbo stared at the width of the car in front of him. He had to admit that Zhuang Li was right: in this second, he could indeed surpass it and win the championship.
However, he smiled sarcastically: "Impossible! It's impossible for human eyes to seize this second opportunity! How accurate judgment and how quick is the ability to respond to the situation? The human brain is not a computer, It's impossible to calculate to such an extent. After a second, I win; however, both me and the champion will crash and die, only a lunatic would drive like this!"