As the host, Wang He controls the rhythm of the scene and ensures that the whole press conference can go smoothly, which is his job.

Looking at the imminent scene, Wang He had to ask the organizers what to do next?

In the end, considering the situation on the spot, Cai Yinong made the decision to let Bu Fan perform live, if he could pass the test smoothly, everything would be easy to say, if he was approved to be a flower, then the role of Jiujian Xian could only say to Bu Fan, "I have nothing to do with you." ”

Lan Xinling, who was next to this solution, also nodded in agreement, who made himself uneasy and said such a thing on such an occasion.

At this time, Lan Xinling had already made up his mind, no matter whether Bu Fan passed the test this time or not, he had to be beaten up when he went back.

Give him a good public relations course a few times, so that he knows what to say under what circumstances, what to say and what not to say...

Wang He received the organizer's handling advice, and saw that since the organizer had agreed to Bufan's live performance, he had nothing to say, after all, there was still a tall man on top of the sky when the sky fell.

Besides, whether the sky can fall down is still two words.

Wang He walked to the stage and said, "Everyone be quiet, and then Bu Fan, the actor of Jiujian Immortal, will bring you a performance, everyone is welcome."

This time, when the stage was off the stage, whether they wanted to or unwillingly, they all took out their hands and slapped them.

Of course, most of the people who clapped their hands on the organizer's side were still willing.

If nothing else, at least Bu Fan dares to perform in public, his courage is commendable, and he is worthy of encouragement...

When the applause ended, the scene quickly fell silent.

Countless eyes focused on Bu Fan, who was standing calmly on the stage.

At this moment, Bu Fan spoke, "That... Please ask the staff to help me move a chair. ”

The crowd fainted.

"Nima, your pants are off, you show us this?"

"Is this the time to talk about the chair?"

"Can you draw the emphasis..."

"It's just you. ”

On the one hand, the reporters complained endlessly in their hearts, and on the other hand, their eyes flashed with the symbol of money, and they felt that they had smelled the ink on the printed banknotes.

How fragrant it is.

In their opinion, Bu Fan asked the staff to move the chairs at this time, which is undoubtedly delaying time, and they already have a premonition that afterwards, whether it is the sugar man who seals his mouth with a lot of money in order to eliminate the impact of Bu Fan's performance, or takes the news back to the company, and then writes the report, the editor-in-chief appreciates him, and when the time comes, he will be promoted and raised and then marry Bai Fumei, and the road to the peak of life is not far away.

Wang He held his heart, which was beating significantly faster, while comforting the reporters who were already noisy.

and hurriedly arranged for the staff next to him to move a chair for Bufan.

Watching the staff who led the order leave, Bu Fan hurriedly added in the back, "I want a chair, one with armrests, not a stool." ”

He was really afraid that the staff would get confused, so he casually moved a plastic stool over, so that although he could perform, there was a gap between the result and the result he expected.

In order to be able to calm the people on the scene in one fell swoop, Bu Fan must grasp every small detail and strive for perfection.

......

Bu Fan waited for the staff to bring the chair, and closed his eyes to adjust his state.

When the staff put the chair in the center of the stage, Bu Fan waved to stop and signaled that the performance would begin, and everyone watched with your dog's eyes wide.

After the entire venue was quiet, Bu Fan slowly closed it, and quickly extracted the state of the wine sword immortal in the system and attached it to himself.

After Bu Fan's eyes opened again, the original confident and stubborn eyes were no longer there, at this time Bu Fan's whole eyes showed a sense of depression, his left hand was holding the hilt of the sword, he smiled, lowered his head and picked up the wine jug hanging on his waist, and slowly turned around and walked to the chair placed on the stage.

When he walked to the chair, Bu Fan raised his left foot and kicked on it, picked up the wine jug and raised it above his head, and poured himself a few sips in a chic manner.

As soon as the wine was in his mouth, this time, Bu Fan grabbed the left hand of the hilt of the sword, suddenly pulled out the sword, and the whole person sat down on the chair.

"Choke..."

The sword light flickered, with a mysterious trajectory, inserted next to the chair, and then Bu Fan raised his left hand to grasp the sword, and pressed the end of the hilt, during which Bu Fan's head kept rising, and he watched intently as the wine poured down from the wine jug into his mouth.

At this time, the wine is like his lover, he attaches great importance to the thousands of troops around him, and he is reluctant to leave for half a minute and a half.

Bu Fan can be said to be sitting very chic at this time, and after sitting down, Bu Fan increased the angle of the wine pot to make the wine more cathartic.

It is suspected that the Milky Way fell into Bufan's open mouth for nine days, and the mouth always had a limit, the cup was full and overflowing, and between Bufan's swallowing, the wine overflowed Bufan's mouth and flowed down the corner of Bufan's mouth to Bufan's green shirt.

And Bu Fan seemed to be unaware at all, pouring himself unrestrainedly.

Long...

Bu Fan returned to collect the wine and sighed, "Good wine, good wine..... Hahaha..... Hahahaha....."

The laughter is so rampant, the laughter is debauchery.

The people present at this moment looked at Bu Fan's performance, and subconsciously thought of a swordsman with peerless martial arts who crisscrossed the world and the world.

Just when everyone couldn't help but want to praise "what a free swordsman", Bu Fan suddenly suppressed his wild laughter, and his eyes became lonely.

In a moment, Bu Fan whispered the lines of the characters in the play.

"The sword comes by the wind, between the world and the devil, there is wine and pleasure, I am also upside down without wine, I drink the water of the river, and then drink and swallow the sun and the moon, a thousand cups of drunkenness, only my wine-sword-immortal!hahaha....."

After laughing, Bu Fan raised the wine gourd in his hand again and drank it, but his expression at this time was not as wild and uninhibited as he was just now, arrogant and domineering, and some of them just made people feel distressed and lonely and depressed.

"Good..."

Yao Xiang, the father of the fairy sword sitting behind the stage, saw Bu Fan's performance at this time, and finally couldn't help but praise a good word, and Bu Fan at this moment completely played the wine sword fairy who was trapped and injured because of love in his mind.

At this time, Yao Xiang felt that there were thousands of words in his heart to tell, and when he turned his head sideways and was about to chat with director He Guoli about his feelings, he saw He Guoli looking at the stage intently, and he had no audience to forcibly stop the endless commotion in his heart. Watch it carefully.

At this time, the reporters in the audience saw Bu Fan's performance, and Nima thought of it again, the withered vines and old trees, the crows, the small bridges and flowing water, the ancient road west wind and thin horses, the sunset, and the broken intestines at the end of the world.

At this moment, Bufan is the sad person at the end of the world.

No one can tell, no one can understand, only to use wine to kill sorrows, and place love on wine...

But it is sad and worried, and even more sorrowful.

Even some female reporters left emotional tears when they watched Bufan's performance.

Therefore, it is not wrong to say that women are emotional animals.

In addition, Bu Fan used too much force, and the tears that had overflowed to the corners of his eyes, under the illumination of the light, lined with the bronze skin, were like amber at this time, translucent with the vicissitudes of time.

What an uncle with a story.

At this time, some girls who are obsessed with Uncle Fan are even thinking.

Is that person, who doesn't know how to cherish such a good man?

It's that person, why should you hurt the simple man in front of you?

......

Bu Fan sat on the chair, watching the reactions of the reporters in the audience with empty eyes, looking at the appearance of being conquered one by one, not to mention how happy he was in that restless little mood.

"Sample, let you look down on people. ”

You can't laugh to death, you can always cry to death!

Even if you can't cry to death, you have to be entangled with death.

Looking at many reporters in the audience who are also men, the tangled faces are about to become twisted, and Bu Fan is very proud.

"Good..."

Seeing that Bu Fan was not making a move, and making sure that this good show was over, Hu Ge, who was a good friend of China, took the lead in standing up and applauding.

This shout woke up everyone who was immersed in Bu Fan's role.

That joyful appearance almost made people think that the person standing on the stage just now was him.

Hu Ge was like a general at this time, and his applause was equivalent to a signal, and under Hu Ge's leadership, the crowd watching immediately applauded.

This time, everyone's applause was very sincere, and it took nearly a minute before stopping.

If you ask them why there is such a big difference in performance, they will only say that they are human beings, harsh but not mean.

......