When Guo Dalu accompanied the thunderstorm in the past few days, he tried to keep a low profile, try not to attract attention, and did not give reporters a gap to interview him, and he was very good at hiding himself, and sometimes a slight adjustment could divert the attention of these reporters.

At his level, he doesn't want others to discover him, even if he stands in front of reporters, the attention of these reporters will be distracted by his influence.

Just like now, he accompanied Lei Yu to hold a press conference at the Academy of Letters, from the time he got out of the car to the time he sat in the audience, no one on the scene remembered to interview him.

During this time period, he seemed to have his own "auto-ignore" ability, and suddenly became inconspicuous, causing many reporters to remember to interview him.

Now he was standing next to Lei Yu as an interpreter, and it instantly became conspicuous, and many reporters in the hall had a thought at the same time, "Huh, isn't this Guo Dalu? When did he come in? Huh? It seems that he has been with Lei Yu all along! But why didn't I have this impression just now......

However, I think it is more important to interview the thunderstorm when these reporters are not confused, so after a brief period of consternation, the on-site interview continued.

Guo Dalu's foreign language level is much better than the previous translation, the oral level of the previous translation is actually good, but at best, it can only reach the height of being able to have a normal conversation with foreigners, but Guo Dalu's translation level has reached the point of a speaker, and in Huaxia, that is the level of cross talk actors and professional hosts.

Moreover, he is very familiar with the customs and customs of the world, and can explain Lei Yu's answer to the scene media in the most perfect way with the most appropriate metaphor and the most appropriate context.

Counselor Wang Xiaodong covered his chest with a helpless face, "This Guo Dalu is too restless, it's just a drama to do things in China, and he dares to mess around like this when he comes to Sweden, it's just lawless for him!"

The assistant next to him said: "Actually, his translation is very good, our translation is really not as good as him!"

Wang Xiaodong said: "What's the use of his good translation? The key is that he is disobedient! This guy is a time bomb! In other words, why is this guy's English so good? I have never seen him communicate with people in English before! Also, I remember that when he talked to King Gustaki yesterday, he still spoke Swedish, and he even knew Swedish.

Wang Xiaodong complained and complained, but since Guo Dalu had already stood on the stage, it was impossible for him to drive him down again, and there could be no more accidents on such a solemn occasion. Otherwise, Wang Xiaodong's high blood pressure is estimated to be committed.

With Guo Dalu's explanation, the atmosphere of the interview was extremely warm, and when the hour was about to pass, a reporter simply ignored the thunderstorm and asked Guo Dalu directly, "Guo Dalu, you are also a writer, how do you feel when you see the thunderstorm winning the award? Do you think you will have the opportunity to stand in this position for an interview in the future?"

Guo Dalu glanced at the golden retriever reporter in front of him with a stupid look, "Brother, I'm standing here now to be interviewed by you!

The scene burst into laughter, and the golden retriever reporter looked ashamed and hurriedly changed his words: "I mean, do you think it is possible for you to win the Nobel Prize in the future?"

Guo Dalu said as a matter of course: "I will definitely win the award! I came this time to preview in advance, so that I can know what the procedure is when I receive the award next time." ”

"Mr. Guo, are you joking or serious? Which book do you think is eligible for the award? Is it your martial arts?"

"Don't you care? Martial arts can't win awards? Let me tell you, you're discriminating against martial arts!"

This time I was supposed to interview Lei Yu, but I didn't expect Guo Dalu to become the focus at the last moment, and Lei Yu laughed dumbly, saw that the time was almost up, got up and prepared to leave.

The host hurriedly announced the end of the press conference, and the reporters at the scene looked at Guo Dalu and Lei Yu a few times, and walked out of the hall reluctantly.

Today's events have been written by them.

CCTV reporters also interviewed at the scene, today's press conference is going to be broadcast in China, everything was fine, but as soon as Guo Dalu came to power, the style of painting suddenly changed, and the solemn occasion became a place like a vegetable market, which made CCTV reporters frown.

Now that the press conference is over, Bai Qiulu, the reporter who interviewed this time, could no longer bear it anymore and asked Guo Dalu: "Guo Dalu, on such a solemn occasion today, why are you still so foolish? I understand that it is inconvenient to say anything for Mr. Lei just now, but what are you saying later? You still want to win the Nobel Prize? Why are you so angry? Do you think you are Mr. Lei Yu? Martial arts can also win the Nobel Prize? What are you kidding!"

Guo Dalu, who had just stepped off the podium, was slightly stunned and glanced at the woman opposite, "Dry bird feathers! Which chicken are you?"

"You ......"

Bai Qiulu trembled with anger at Guo Dalu's words, "Why are you talking like that?"

Guo Dalu's eyes rolled, "What's wrong with me just talking like this? You say, which chicken are you? At first glance, it's a thing with loose trouser belts, dare to teach me a lesson!"

Bai Qiulu screamed: "You are so unreasonable! I want to expose you!"

"Come on, expose! There's a lot of time anyway!"

Guo Dalu showed no mercy to the girl in front of him who felt good about herself, "Who do you think you are? It's up to me! I said that I can win the Nobel Prize, what's wrong? Is the Nobel Prize rare? Damn, even if it's wrong, then it won't be your turn to teach me a lesson! There are more people who want to teach me, how old are you?"

Song Qian dissuaded: "Brother Dalu, don't be like him, let's go back!"

Wang Xiaodong hurriedly rushed over, "Guo Ye, Guo Ye, you are really my grandfather, don't make any more troubles, okay? What, Bai Qiulu, you are a CCTV reporter, right? You are also a lot of things, you can raise opinions if you have them, why do you have a teaching tone? Really think this is your home?"

Bai Qiulu shouted: "Counselor Wang, you also heard what he said just now, right? Bragging in front of so many media reporters, this shame is going to be thrown into the world!"

Wang Xiaodong said: "He is an international movie star and a famous director, he is not afraid of being embarrassed, what are you afraid of? Besides, he can't discredit our country, at most he can only be regarded as a madman." Are you getting too excited?"

Bai Qiulu said angrily: "Originally, the shooting scene was good, but in the end, he made a mess, how can we go back and play it?"

Lei Yu next to him said: "Play it truthfully! Actually, I also think that if Dalu can write a few more works like "The True Story of Ah Q" and win the Nobel Prize, it will be a matter of time!"