Under the watchful eyes of millions of viewers around the world, Nanfeng beat the guy up.
The other party was caught off guard and had a dumbfounded look on his face.
Nanfeng knew how to make use of his advantages and how to most effectively take someone down. In any case, he had served in the military on the infamous planet Baiji. He had carried guns and fought monsters before, so he had a lot more combat experience. However, his experience as a walk-on and stunt double in Huangcheng had taught him to play tricks.
Thus, even though Nanfeng looked a little flashy and his movements were a little excessive, it was still pretty and could shock some amateurs, such as the online viewers.
Even though Nanfeng's attacks were a little excessive in Fang Zhao's opinion, Nanfeng's movements were still too fast for others to react. The big guy with the tattoo had been taken down and his dagger had been snatched away.
The blonde lady in red ran over and anxiously pulled Nanfeng back.
"Stop hitting him, stop hitting him! It's a misunderstanding! It's really a misunderstanding! We are just making a program! Look, there are cameras following us. "
The lady in red pointed to the mini cameras in the air and around her.
Following that, the other members of the live broadcast team also rushed over. They hadn't expected that the passerby they had encountered on the first step of their plan would make a move.
When the program host saw the other party's skills through the cameras, he knew he wasn't someone to be trifled with. He hurriedly ran over from the live broadcast van, afraid that something bad would happen if he was a step too late. It was better to clear up this misunderstanding as soon as possible.
Compared to the program team's panic, the online viewers were overjoyed. "Hahahaha."
"Look, they met a tough nut to crack."
"Just look at the background. Only the black streets of Huangcheng have such lighting. I just don't know which street it is."
"The people in the black streets are more arrogant. There are quite a few experts there. As expected of Huangcheng. Even an unremarkable person can be dealt with so cleanly. "
"When making this program, one should have been prepared to be beaten up. There are still righteous passersby. Look, isn't he beaten up by a passerby? "
The host rushed to the scene and saw the big guy being helped up by the lady in red. It seemed like he was fine. He heaved a sigh of relief and was about to explain to the two passersby. But when he looked at the man in the hoodie, he was stunned and even forgot the words he had prepared.
The host was fine and could suppress the surprise in his heart, but the people from the program team who came along could not hide their words.
"Fang Zhao?!" someone exclaimed.
This place wasn't too far from HuangArt. Because there were HuangArt graduates in the program team, they paid close attention to HuangArt news. Some time ago, they had seen quite a bit of news about Fang Zhao entering Twelve Tones and had even discussed this person in private. The host had even pondered when to do an episode of the program and let Fang Zhao make an appearance, but during the period of advanced studies, people from Twelve Tones basically wouldn't have any contact with entertainment variety shows, so the host had given up on the idea. Little did he expect to bump into Fang Zhao here.
The other members of the program team who had come along hadn't noticed at first, but when they heard "Fang Zhao," they also looked over.
Nanfeng immediately stood in front of Fang Zhao. However, he was much shorter than Fang Zhao. His chin wasn't even covered.
The viewers in the live broadcast room had been laughing "Hahahaha," but when they suddenly heard the word "Fang Zhao," many online viewers were so shocked that they dropped their melons.
"Fang Zhao?"
"Did I hear it wrong? Tell me! I actually heard someone say 'Fang Zhao' just now! "
"Hurry up and remove the code! Why is there a mosaic at such a crucial time! "
"Although we can't see that person's face, based on the reactions of others and that person's figure, it is very likely that it really is Fang Zhao."
"Isn't the main point why Fang Zhao, who is pursuing his studies at HuangArt, would actually appear on a black street in Huangcheng?"
"Nonsense, there are no black streets in Huangcheng."
"How could there not be? Don't think that just because there are lights, it isn't a black street anymore. It's all the same! "
"I've heard that Fang Zhao has mingled in a black street before. Maybe he knows people there."
"The person who made a move just now was Fang Zhao's bodyguard?"
"Shouldn't he be called little brother in a black street? That's what they say on TV. "
"Hurry, hurry, hurry! Huangcheng entertainment reporters, get moving! "
The camera turned and was no longer facing Fang Zhao. It was even a distance away.
This made the audience very unhappy. There were comments in the live broadcast room, asking the host to quickly turn the camera back and remove the mosaic.
The host gave the tattooed big guy a look, and the big guy, who was as strong as a bear, nodded slightly. When he faced the camera, he shrunk back and looked aggrieved. His fiendish face now had a bit of a mischievous look. He also explained to the audience that their team had principles. They couldn't ignore the wishes of others during the live broadcast. They would also bring up other topics to divert everyone's attention.
On the other side, Fang Zhao saw that the camera had been removed and said to the host, "Sorry, my assistant was a little heavy-handed."
Nanfeng stood obediently at the side with an apologetic look on his face. "I'm sorry, I didn't know you were acting. I saw that big guy rushing over with a knife and was worried that he would hurt my boss, so I made a move. But I didn't use too much force, so he was fine. "
The host hurriedly said, "It's alright, your reaction is understandable. Our program is a test of human nature. We want to see how people will react when they encounter such a situation. It's actually a good thing that you guys were able to make a move. You can also set an example for everyone."
After introducing the main purpose of his program, the host looked at Fang Zhao with a gratified and enthusiastic expression. "I really didn't expect to see you here."
The underlying meaning was: Aren't you studying at HuangArt? Aren't the Twelve Tones advanced courses a bunch of study idiots? How do you have time to stroll around Huangcheng's black streets? Hurry up and explain, you can't fool me!
"I came here to see a friend," Fang Zhao said simply.
The host didn't believe him, but he still had a "so that's how it is" look on his face. He still wanted to interview Fang Zhao, but Fang Zhao rejected him.
The host saw Fang Zhao's expression and didn't insist. He was also unwilling to give up on such a good opportunity. He still wanted to ride on Fang Zhao's popularity. His popularity in Huangzhou was limited, but the live broadcast was aimed at the entire world. People from all twelve continents!
The host changed the topic and said to Fang Zhao with some anticipation, "Just now, our team's staff accidentally shouted out your identity, but during the live broadcast, the faces of passersby are censored, so the audience can't see your faces clearly. There are over 10 million online viewers now … "
"30 million," a team member reminded softly. "It's going to reach 40 million soon … It's already 40 million."
The host's heart was thumping wildly. In a situation where he hadn't bought any popularity, the number of online viewers had actually jumped to 40 million. In the past, his best times had only been 20 million online viewers. Now, this number simply made him want to scream. However, he was an experienced host and knew how to control his expression.
The host's enthusiasm and anticipation were just right. He looked at Fang Zhao and said, "Zhao god, say hello to everyone. Just a few seconds. We definitely won't take up any more of your time. "
"Alright." Fang Zhao nodded.
The host suppressed the surging ecstasy in his heart and gestured for the other side to quickly turn the camera over. He also took the opportunity to look at the live broadcast's online viewer numbers. It had already passed 50 million and was heading towards 60 million. If he continued to stir up the topic today, perhaps it could soar to 100 million!
100 million, this was the target he had set for this year. Even if he could only achieve it once, he would be satisfied. Now, in just half a year, he actually already had a chance!
In front of the camera, Fang Zhao's expression was much gentler. With a slight smile, he greeted the live broadcast audience. "Good afternoon, everyone. I am Fang Zhao."
Online viewers weren't satisfied, especially those who had heard the news and switched over from other live broadcast rooms.
"Of course we know you are Fang Zhao!"
"Can't you say a little more?"
While the live broadcast audience was arguing in the comments section, they heard Fang Zhao say, "I came here to visit a friend and appreciate the art and culture of Huangcheng's streets. I benefited a lot. This is indeed a city with an artistic atmosphere. I still have things to do and can't stay any longer. I'll be heading back first. Everyone, continue. "
Fang Zhao raised his hand and made a "bye bye" gesture, but the new viewers in the live broadcast room weren't satisfied.
"Leaving just like that?"
"Not going to say another word?"
"That's right, one more word is fine too! I still haven't taken a selfie with him. "
The host at the side also advised, "Zhao god, say one more word. Consider it a wrap."
Nanfeng, who was standing at the side, frowned and stepped forward, intending to help Fang Zhao resolve his current problem. He understood this bunch of hosts that leeched on popularity too well. They only cared about the traffic of their own programs and the number of online viewers. As long as Fang Zhao said another word, they would use other reasons to lead Fang Zhao to speak again. They wouldn't let Fang Zhao go so easily. Giving an inch and taking a mile, this bunch of people were the best at this.
But if Fang Zhao didn't say anything, he would be scolded by others for "acting like a big shot," "inflating your fame," "So what if you got into Twelve Tones," and so on. It didn't matter if he really had something to do or not.
In this live broadcast room, Fang Zhao's fans didn't make up the majority. If there were people here who led the comments in a bad direction and started spamming, there would be even more trouble in the future.
It wasn't that Nanfeng liked to think the worst of things. It was just that he had seen too many of these things in the entertainment circle, so he had no choice but to take precautions.
But before Nanfeng could do anything, Fang Zhao had already spoken. He still had a faint smile on his face, but that smile made people's hair stand on end, as if he was facing the "love" of his own grandfather.
"Have you done your homework? Have you prepared your final exams? Have you finished your month-end work summary? "
Online viewers: "…"
This person is poisonous!
"I was skipping class to watch the live broadcast when I suddenly got stabbed in the chest."
"Ah ah ah — why did you have to remind me that I still have the god-level big boss' final exams' to fight!"
"My boss's devilish face suddenly appeared in front of me. I was so scared on such a hot day that I shivered violently."
"I'm no longer a fan! I want to report Fang Zhao for personal assault. 100 points of physical and mental damage! "
"Fan turned anti-fan! I want him to send me a similar type of amulet before I can turn back! "
"One isn't enough. I need 10 amulets to alleviate this stabbing in the heart!"
"Disperse, disperse. Those who are doing homework, those who are preparing for exams, hurry up and memorize your materials. Those who have summaries to write, think about your salary."
Thus, the host watched as the number of online viewers in the live broadcast room, which had been surging towards 70 million, plummeted precipitously after Fang Zhao's words.
The live broadcast numbers that had been sparkling just a moment ago were like a wild horse that had broken free of its reins. There was no turning back.
All the program team members: "…"
His New Year's resolution of 100 million could not be achieved.
Their hearts turned cold.
The host wished he could give himself a slap.
Who asked you to have such a cheap mouth!
Why did he let Fang Zhao add another sentence!
The host practically held back his tears of bitterness as he watched Fang Zhao leave.
Nanfeng held back his laughter all the way until he walked into HuangArt's campus. Only then did he gradually turn serious.
"Boss, I want to reflect."
Fang Zhao glanced at him. "Speak."
Nanfeng was secretly alarmed by Fang Zhao's knowing look. Luckily, he remembered Yan Biao's exhortations. Don't think you're smart enough to fool your boss. Admit your mistakes as soon as possible.
"Actually, I can tell that they are acting, but I don't like these kinds of programs. Maybe you don't know, Boss, but there have been similar programs in the past, but bad things have happened, so I am very disgusted."
Nanfeng told Fang Zhao about the negative effects of a variety program he had seen in the past.
Some things couldn't stand up to probing.
Human nature was complicated. Most of the people who made this kind of program thought that they could control the whole situation from the perspective of a spectator, or they would criticize someone's behavior with a high and mighty attitude, and then lead the audience to criticize them.
Actually, Nanfeng had found such programs rather interesting at the start. Later on, after experiencing so many things, Nanfeng didn't know whether such programs were good or bad. But he no longer liked programs that deliberately probed human nature. He was even especially disgusted.
After explaining his thoughts, Nanfeng scratched his head. "Actually, I just wanted to use this opportunity to teach them a lesson and show off in front of you, Boss. But Boss, I'm sure you can tell that they are acting, right?"
"I knew before they appeared." Fang Zhao actually didn't like these kinds of programs either. He had seen too much during the Period of Destruction how complex human nature was. For Nanfeng to be able to see these things clearly and control things to a manageable degree, it seemed like he had indeed experienced a lot.
"Boss, you are really amazing! How did you know … "Halfway through his sentence, Nanfeng suddenly recalled Fang Zhao's past achievements and his nickname," Diting "or" Divine Ears. "
"I heard it," Fang Zhao replied.
Indeed. Nanfeng rejoiced that he had come clean first.
"Boss, you are really amazing! I previously thought that the 'Divine Ears' online was just flattery. Now, it seems like they really are divine! "
Nanfeng relaxed when he saw that Fang Zhao wasn't angry. He continued sucking up to Fang Zhao until he entered Fang Zhao's dormitory and saw Curly Hair.
"This, this, this … Is this the Curly Hair worth 200 million?"
A living, 200-million-dollar dog! Right in front of me!
Nanfeng was so excited that he clenched his fists. Otherwise, he would have shouted out loud.
"Boss, can I touch him?" Nanfeng's voice was trembling.
Fang Zhao glanced at Curly Hair and replied, "Yes. You still have to bring him out for walks to familiarize yourself with him."
Nanfeng suppressed his excitement and nervousness. "This is my first time touching a dog of this level. May I ask if I should touch directly or wear gloves?"
Fang Zhao: "… Touch directly."
Nanfeng ran to the bathroom and washed his hands carefully three times with hand sanitizer. After drying them, he touched the dog as if he was handling a precious piece of fragile porcelain.
Fortunately, Nanfeng still remembered his duties. After touching the dog, he followed Fang Zhao to understand his work.
Nanfeng's eyes lit up when he saw the "rabbit" in the water tank.
However, before Nanfeng could say anything, Fang Zhao said, "You can't touch this."
"Oh, alright! I won't touch it without your permission! "Nanfeng immediately expressed.
"It's poisonous."
"Yes, Boss! I definitely won't touch it! "Nanfeng's attitude became even more resolute.
Actually, Nanfeng didn't need to do much on a daily basis. Fang Zhao didn't say much either. He took out the probationary contract, negotiated the salary, and Nanfeng immediately signed it.
"Then, Boss, I will go back to prepare today. I will come back tomorrow."
After obtaining Fang Zhao's approval, Nanfeng left. However, he didn't return home. Instead, he went to Yan Biao's place.
"Hahaha, Captain, I saw that dog! That's a 200-million-dollar dog. This is my first time seeing it! I even touched it! I even touched it with both hands! Its fur is so soft. No wonder it's a 200-million-dollar dog! Those little fangs are so white. They're even whiter than the ones I've taken care of. No wonder it's a 200-million-dollar dog … "
Zuo Yu's mouth twitched. This scheming man. He's already kissing the dog's ass!
Yan Biao couldn't help but interrupt Nanfeng when he saw Nanfeng's every word "200-million-dollar". "Curly Hair's value can't be easily measured with money."
Yan Biao still couldn't tell Nanfeng about Curly Hair's military service and security checks. He could only remind Nanfeng that this dog's value couldn't be measured with money. There was only one dog left in the entire world that was even more impressive than the security checks at spaceports. Muzhou had always been trying to poach Curly Hair, and Wai military had never given up. How could Curly Hair be bought with just 200-million-dollar? Wai Army had to double the price before considering.
Nanfeng was stunned. The excitement on his face receded, and he said solemnly, "I understand. Captain, you were right to reprimand it!"
Yan Biao was even more confused. What do you understand? How did I reprimand you? I was clearly just stating the facts!
Nanfeng was still reflecting on himself. "I know that I have become snobbish. My aesthetic standards are based on money. My experiences over the past few years have formed a habit. But, Captain, don't worry. I will pay attention outside and won't embarrass Boss. You also said that our boss is an artist, not an ordinary celebrity in the entertainment circle. Our eyesight can't be shallow. We can't carry the stench of money. We have to act with dignity! "
Yan Biao: "…" I really didn't say that last part.
Yan Biao stared at Nanfeng in silence. After a while, he nodded. "It's good that you know!"
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