At the entrance of the store, the security guard saw Zhang San's car coming, lined up into a wall very ceremoniously, and escorted him in. The red silk on the top of the door slowly rose, and the name of the store appeared in front of everyone.

There was already a long line outside, stretching out of the serpentine hard isolation and bending all the way around the corner. Most of the crowd is female, mainly in their 30s.

On the large display screen at the door, the effect of the reverse growth agent and the instructions for the use of the visual imaging foil are played.

In the hall, a platform has been erected. The beautiful host who once presided over the new idol competition in Dongzhou City is waiting with a smile. Several beautiful waiters guided Zhang San to the stage, and a golden microphone was handed over.

He was a little nervous.

The crowd outside poured in, and soon reached the limit of 300 people. Security guards blocked the door, allowing only reporters with press cards to enter. The long guns and short cannons were set up in an instant, and the spotlights on the ceiling suddenly lit up:

"Ladies and gentlemen, let's witness the advent of high-tech that retains time, and the emergence of miraculous products that can be imaged at the thought of it. The beautiful host said, looking at Zhang San on the side. The audience watched the audience.

He was very nervous.

"Mr. Zhang, I'm You Xin, can I come in?" At the door, a beautiful girl held up her mobile phone and shouted loudly, and the security guard was stopping her.

The waiter held a pure white cardboard the size of a playing card, showed it to the audience, and handed it to Zhang San with both hands.

This broken system, why didn't you reveal it in advance, what should you do? Then I remembered Zhao Cong's eloquent talk, is it the system that is testing?

Zhang San picked up the visual imaging foil in his left hand and subconsciously wanted to comb his bangs.

"Mr. Zhang, I'm your classmate You Xin, the security guard brother said, you can come in if you agree with me. You Xin was not as tall as the security guard, and he jumped and shouted in place.

Where can Zhang San hear it? Any sound and light are like a dream. He stretched out his left hand very seriously, and saw a somewhat unfamiliar face reflected in the foil of the opposite gaze, looking at himself blankly.

"I should laugh a little. After Zhang San finished reading silently, he pulled the corners of his mouth a few times, but it didn't look like a smile.

"Mr. Zhang began to adjust his satisfied expression...... "The host explained on the side.

Several miniature photographic drones hovered around him, projecting his demonstrated movements on the big screen, which was very clear.

Off-stage flashing lights.

"Mr. Zhang, I'm You Xin, and I'm here for an interview......"

Zhang San raised the microphone in his right hand and took a deep breath, and the sound of the inhalation was amplified and echoed in the store.

Turning his face sideways, looking up at 45 degrees, the microphone continued to be raised, as if singing, staring at the drone that was shooting at him, and thinking to himself, so be it.

There were exclamations from the crowd, and on the big screen, colorful portraits suddenly appeared on the opposing image foil. It was Zhang San, but he didn't have the microphone he was holding in his right hand, but with the gesture of a false grip, everyone knew that there was once a microphone there.

"It's amazing......" The beautiful host's mouth grew and she forgot to close it for a while.

Zhang San put down his arm and felt some soreness in his muscles.

There was a commotion at the door, and the security guards escorted the three people in.

The media people started asking:

"Mr. Zhang, what did you think just now?"

"Mr. Zhang, why is there no microphone?"

"Mr. Zhang......"

Zhang San opened his mouth slightly, unable to answer a word.

"I'll tell you!" A chubby middle-aged man among the three relieved Zhang San's embarrassment.

"Wan Dong, third brother ......," Zhang San shouted in a dry voice.

"Haha, Xiao Rong, I'll be on the same stage with you to answer for you. Wan Dong nodded to Zhang San, and then greeted the beautiful host familiarly.

"Please!" Xiao Rong pretended to applaud and took a step out of the way.

"Mr. Zhang is very busy and has to go to the office to deal with affairs. Wan Dong said as he pulled the microphone in Zhang San's hand.

A waiter made a gesture of invitation to Zhang San and led the way first.

Zhang Sanmu followed, and seemed to think a lot in his mind, and felt that his head was only filled with a ball of paste, tumbling paste.

"Mr. Zhang, I'm You Xin......"

Zhang San looked over and nodded at the ponytail that was jumping up and down.

There are two floors of specialty/shops. The front half of the hall is hollowed out to form a spacious hall. In the second half, downstairs is a counter for specialty stores and a bar for drinks. Up the curved staircase is a corridor, the innermost room, opened by the waiter, a large office.

Zhang San went in and went straight to the beige sofa. There was a sound of the door closing behind him, and the conversation between the host and Wan Dong became very light.

"I'm so useless. Zhang San sat down on the sofa. The room is lit up with soft lights, and on the opposite wall, the TV plays automatically.

"What about participating in the competition? I can't speak when I go on stage in a strange place. It's no wonder that when it comes to internships, drunk people are dissatisfied with themselves. "The TV picture changed, it should be a foreign radio station, a decent person giving a speech, and the crowd was surging.

"Today's performance is not up to par, if it weren't for Wan Dong's appearance, he would be ...... abroad" Zhang San dissected himself very harshly. "This person on TV is a role model and an orator. ”

looked at the middle-aged foreigner on the screen, his gestures and expressions matched tacitly, and his voice and tone were very rhythmic. There were bursts of cheers from the audience.

"Hurry up and learn!" Zhang San sat up straight and saw the bottom of the screen displaying: Emma Cylinder Councilor XX University's speech live broadcast.

"I don't know how big an official there are, but it's really a master. Zhang San couldn't understand what Councillor Emma said, but the Chinese/text/characters/scenes were changing in time.

“…… The earth is full, and the gentlemen of the two houses do not look at the starry sky, but they are arguing over the welfare fee of 300 yuan per month. It's only 300 yuan!" Emma Jar's right hand stretched out three fingers and shook it high, "They have been arguing for more than half a year. Big, half, year!"

Zhang San immediately noted that this pause has the charm of a rest in music.

"Look at China!" said Emma, turning around and pointing behind her (presumably speaking to the West), "Polar boots, reverse growth punches, and eye-to-eye imaging foils have been introduced. Yes, right now, they're posting!"

Wow, it's actually achieved global synchronization, and it's the parliamentarians who are propagating.

"Our country was once great, and now it is arguing great. Emma shrugged exaggeratedly, "It's really annoying, I am a little confident when I go back to my alma mater to meet you, we are still great!"

There was thunderous applause below.

At the press conference outside, applause suddenly rang out.

Zhang San turned his head to look and saw that the door had opened a crack, and a beautiful face poked in.

Belch...... Zhang San's head was a little confused, isn't this office his own?

"Mr. Zhang, you are really young and handsome!" the beautiful woman squeezed in sideways. Zhang San was not mistaken, she squeezed in, opened the door with a plump upper circumference, twisted around, and closed the door with her shoulder.

The applause outside faded.

"Off!" The beautiful woman's voice is very crisp and beautiful, and the TV responds to the black screen.

With the click of high heels on the carpet, the beauty shook her thin waist and came over to Zhang San's side.

Bending over, stretching out his hand, his lips lightly opened, "I'm Huai'en, it's nice to meet you." ”

Zhang San's eyes were full of white flowers.

In the silence of the room, he heard heavy breathing.