The middle-aged greasy old man didn't look at Ding He, he looked like the eldest and my second, and said to Ding He in a disdainful tone: "Tell me this, you know a fart?

"Can you keep your mouth clean!" Ding He really couldn't listen to it anymore, he didn't expect a director to be of such low quality, and he spoke like a shrew scolding the street.

"You little red guy, who are you talking about? Bastard, get out of here! Pu Opera doesn't welcome you kind of garbage!" The greasy middle-aged man was still angry, and scolded Ding He even more.

Ding He was already very angry when he was interrupted from the live broadcast, but he didn't expect that the other party's mouth was not clean, and he was even more angry. He took two steps forward and said to the greasy director: "Can you shut your mouth, haven't you brushed your teeth?

Ding He didn't say a single dirty word, but he was more powerful than that person. The greasy director listened to Ding He's words, his anger was not light, his chest was panting violently, and he pointed at Ding He and continued to scold: "You scumbag, bastard, get out of here! Little red guy, little rascal, you are not welcome here, uneducated things, what about your parents? What are you, and you still contradict the teacher?"

When Ding He heard the greasy old man mention his parents, he was furious in his heart, walked forward quickly, rushed to the greasy director, stared at the other party fiercely, gritted his teeth and said coldly: "You can say another word and try it!"

The greasy old man turned around, didn't look at Ding He, and continued: "What, little red guy, you still want to beat me! Come on, you little bastard, hit me!"

Ding He clenched his fists, and just wanted to slap the director, but suddenly realized that something was wrong. In the eyes of this greasy director, although there is anger, but there is more hope, yes, it is expectation!

Is this person a masochist? Surely not, then why did he expect himself to hit him? Ding He flashed in a flash of inspiration, and looked in the direction of this greasy old man's body.

That's right! Ding He was shocked, just like he thought, the whole thing seemed to be a trap. The quality of a university director cannot be so low, so he does it to provoke himself. provoked himself to let himself hit him, and he was not a masochist, which means that there is a backhand, and it should be done to show others.

Ding He was in the crowd and saw a red light the size of a grain of rice, and there should be a camera there. In other words, they are all designed, forcing themselves to beat people, and then filming them, through this incident, they can completely stink themselves.

Who could it be? Who did he offend? What kind of Pujiang Chen Ye was that? Or was it someone else? Ding He's brain spun rapidly, thinking about this matter.

"Little Red Guy, what are you doing with your fists? You want to hit me! Come on, hit me! It's a man, you can hit me!" The middle-aged greasy director looked at Ding He in a daze, did not make a move, and continued to provoke.

Ding He, who saw through the conspiracy, was not a fool, and he didn't pay attention to the other party's clamor at all. Turned around and left directly, returned to his live broadcast equipment, and said to the live broadcast room: "I'm sorry, everyone, what about now? There is a little situation here for the anchor! The anchor will quit for a while, and today's live broadcast time will be postponed for a while, thank you for your understanding!"

"Little red guy, get out! You soft egg, who are you scaring with your fists? Get out, you are not welcome in Puxi, you trash! Never come again, if you come again, I will confiscate your equipment next time!" The greasy director saw that Ding He didn't move, his face showed a trace of disappointment, and he continued to provoke.

Ding He turned a deaf ear to the greasy director's shouting, and directly withdrew from the live broadcast room, silently starting to pack up his things.

The greasy logistics director was like a mad dog, biting indiscriminately, and Ding He ignored it completely. packed up all the things and said to the onlookers: "Thank you for your company during this time, and see you in the future!"

Ding He didn't forget to joke, and added to the onlookers: "Haha...... Just kidding, if you want to hear me sing, you can come to the live broadcast room!"

After speaking, Ding He carried the guitar on his back, hugged the live broadcast equipment, and prepared to leave. When passing by the greasy director, Ding He stared at the other party fiercely.

After walking a long way, Ding He suddenly put down the equipment and ran back. Rushed into the pavilion again, swept the crowd, raised his hand and punched the logistics director in the face. Then he made up another punch and hammered it heavily on the opponent's stomach.

"Remember to keep your mouth clean in the future!" Ding He said word by word as he looked at the logistics director.

The logistics director had a big belly, but he couldn't stop Ding He's punch. The logistics director felt that his intestines were about to break, the pain in his abdomen was unbearable, and cold sweat broke out on his head.

Ding He turned around and left in a dashing manner, and when he left, he glanced at the direction of the candid shot, as he thought, there was no red light spot. Ding He left to disappoint the other party, and when the other party turned off the camera that was secretly filmed, Ding He returned to shoot back and took revenge just now.

The apprentice who was secretly photographed looked embarrassed, glanced at Ding He, and immediately shifted his gaze, not daring to look at Ding He. At this time, his heart was full of regret, why did you say that you turned off the camera, otherwise wouldn't the task be completed? Turn on the camera time again, Ding He has already finished beating people, turned around and left.

Ding He returned to the place just now and picked up the box of live broadcast equipment, feeling very happy. To insult his own family and not beat him is not enough to calm his anger.

Qin Qing kept watching in the pavilion, and since someone made trouble, his eyebrows frowned slightly. When he went to the logistics director to scold the street again, Qin Qing was slightly angry in his heart. Then Ding He rushed forward, clenched his hands into fists, a little disappointed in his heart, too impulsive. When Ding He packed up his things and left, he felt that Ding He was not enough for the masters.

Unexpectedly, Ding He was so smart that he would shoot the director back. Qin Qing also figured out Ding He's approach at this time, and guessed that there should be someone in the crowd who was making trouble.

Qin Qing's heart was like riding a roller coaster, angry for a while, disappointed for a while, and in the end, Qin Qing's beautiful eyes were shining, looking at Ding He's back as he left in a dashing manner.

Ding He didn't know this, he was pondering in his heart, where should he go to the live broadcast for a while? After thinking about it for a long time, Ding He didn't think of where to go for live broadcast.

originally wanted to go to the park, but the distance was a little too far, and in desperation, Ding He decided to go back to his residence first and broadcast live in the room.

It's only seven o'clock now, and it's the first time since Ding He's live broadcast that he came back so early. In order not to make fans wait for a long time, seeing that there were not many people on the bus, Ding He sat on the innermost part of the bus and directly opened the live broadcast.

"Hello, good evening everyone, the anchor is back!" Ding He turned on his phone and said to the live broadcast room.