Wu Xiaotian's answer swept away the tangled emotions of Yu Ming and the others, and they nodded in agreement. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

It's just that a few of them just talk about it, but it's hard for Zhao Ming and other airport security guards.

Zhao Ming saw that Wu Xiaotian and they were unwilling to avoid the people outside, so they could only stubbornly take dozens of security guards, they came out first, holding hands to isolate the crowd from Wu Xiaotian and them, and did not give anyone a chance to rush out.

At this time, Wu Xiaotian and other four artists came out, and the first thing that greeted them was the news media.

One by one, they carried long guns and short cannons, and shot desperately at several people.

"Mr. Wu, how do you feel about this trip to South Korea? We know from some news in South Korea that you have done a lot of things in South Korea these days, so can you tell us more about it here? ”

"yes, we all want to know, what happened to you in South Korea, and how did you deal with it in the end?"

"Mr. Wu, what is your comment on the South Korean government's apology statement? Some people say that the reason why the South Korean government has made such a compromise is entirely because of a series of things you have done in South Korea.

"Mr. Wu......"

"Mr. Wu, I heard some Koreans say that you have used despicable and shameless means, and if you face each other head-on, you will definitely not be the opponent of Korean artists!"

The reporters are asking questions frantically, and most of the things they ask are related to South Korea, and most of the questions are still about Wu Xiaotian.

Wu Xiaotian didn't want to say anything?

But the speech of one of the bespectacled reporters stopped him.

Wu Xiaotian looked at one of the reporters with sharp eyes, and the words just now came from his mouth.

Wu Xiaotian looked at the camera, pointed to the reporter and said: "Our things in South Korea are actually similar to what is written in the news, here, I just want to answer the reporter's question just now, you said that I dare not face off with Korean artists, then I want to tell you a word!"

When he said this, he paused, and the lively and noisy scene around him just now suddenly became as quiet as water, and the needle drop could be heard.

Wu Xiaotian continued: "Let them come over, I'll wait!"

This domineering sentence made everyone stunned for a moment, and then immediately erupted into a burst of deafening applause?

"That's it, who are we Chinese artists afraid of? Are we afraid of those sticks in Korea? jokes!"

"Absolutely not afraid, if it weren't for the obstruction of the South Korean government, our Chinese culture would have conquered South Korea, besides, Korean culture is still from our China, why are they so tough?"

"Well, Wu Xiaotian is right, let them come over if they have a kind!"

At this time, suddenly an older reporter, he looked at the microphone sign of the reporter who just asked the question, and said, "Hey, no, why haven't I heard of this TV station?"

As soon as he said this, the other reporters also looked over and observed.

"yes, I haven't seen it either, what kind of news is this premiere news?"

"It's a bit inexplicable? Is it a new media coming out? Is it an online media? Even if it comes out again, we know a little bit about it!"

"Well, I haven't seen it!"

The bespectacled reporter who had just deliberately found fault saw this situation, and was a little nervous, so he wanted to retreat back.

It's just that there were too many people at the scene, and they were all crowded, but accidentally the bag he had been carrying fell off, revealing a row of Korean.

"Damn, this is Korean, isn't it Seoul Broadcasting Station?"

A person who knew Korean at the scene looked at the words on the bag and said in surprise.

Someone spoke again: "Korean? Or is it Seoul Radio and Television Station? Isn't it the same TV station that has been with Sun Wu Xiaotian before? Wu Xiaotian has been in South Korea for the past few days, and almost all the news media have reported positively, but it is this Seoul Radio and Television Station that has been writing negative news? They are deliberately working with Wu Xiaotian to hack our Chinese artists!"

"I'll go, I can't bear it, this Seoul Radio and Television Station still hasn't given up with Wu Xiaotian!"

"That's it, you are not welcome in such a TV station here, and we in Huaxia are not welcome either!"

"Yes, you're leaving?"

"Get out of the airport, get out of Huaxia!"

In this way, amid the rebuke, several reporters from Seoul Radio and Television Station left in a gloomy manner.

The crowd burst into laughter.

When the Koreans left, the reporters began to ask questions frantically again, and Wu Xiaotian could only be tired of coping.

However, in addition to your questions from reporters, the fans who came to pick up the plane at the scene were not to be outdone.

"Becky, Becky, take a look at us, I want to take a picture!"

"Yes, we're here, can you sign for me?"

"Wu Xiaotian, let's have a word with us!"

"Let's take a picture!"

"Xiaobei, I really like you so much, you can sign my name, please!"

Of course, Wu Xiaotian did not live up to the requirements of these people, they were able to pick up the airport here, and it was too late for him to thank them.

So he spoke to the reporters again, and then went to the crowd that was being blocked by the airport security guards.

A young boy held a book and shouted loudly: "Little Becky, little Becky, sign me, I like to read your novels the most!"

"Okay!" Wu Xiaotian nodded with a smile.

"Xiaobei, can you take a photo with me, I want to use it as my screensaver!" another girl held up her mobile phone and said breathlessly.

"Okay!"

Wu Xiaotian turned his mobile phone, looked up and took a photo with the girl behind him, and then returned the mobile phone to her.

"Ahh

Her shout stimulated the other pick-up people at the scene, and they were even more excited, shouting for Wu Xiaotian to sign and take a group photo with them.

"This, this, Xiaobei Dada, I'm here, sign my name, just sign on this dress!"

"Yes, take a picture with me!"

"Haha, I got Xiaobei's big autograph!"

"Yes, I got it too!"

"I'm so happy with me!"

Wu Xiaotian smiled and signed for them one by one, trying his best to meet everyone's requirements.

In this way, I signed all the way to the outside of the airport, and the trendy publishing house outside had already arranged for the car to come over, and now the car door had already been opened, ready for Wu Xiaotian and others to go in.

It's just that the closer you get to the door, the harder the road becomes.

Because everyone saw these cars and knew that there was only one chance, they desperately squeezed in front, wanting to get an autograph or take a group photo before Wu Xiaotian got into the car.

Hu Yidao and the other three artists had already gotten into the car, and after waiting in the car for a long time, Wu Xiaotian still didn't get in.

Moreover, there is a trend of more and more crowds, and the security guards at the airport are already a little out of control.

Wu Xiaotian understood that something might happen if he continued like this, so he waved his hand and said loudly that he would be here today, and if there was a chance in the future, he would definitely officially hold a signing meeting and sign autographs for everyone.

Even so, he signed for more than ten minutes before finally getting into the car.

As Wu Xiaotian got into the car, the welcoming team slowly dispersed. (To be continued.) )