Zhao Xiaobo's eyes lit up, and when he heard Zhengji's answer, he couldn't believe that he really agreed, he didn't have any hope, you know, in the past, Xincheng TV didn't think of a similar way to invite stars, but it was always broken for various reasons, either because the other party's asking price was too high, or because people disdained Xincheng's small TV station, it was sad to say, even the second- and third-tier stars, they couldn't move, and now, Zhengji, a popular star who can be called the king of heaven, agreed, he couldn't believe the result, and his emotions were obviously excited。 Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

"Thank you, thank you so much for your understanding, on behalf of Xincheng TV, I thank you for your help," Zhao Xiaobo stood up without saying a word, holding Zhengji's hand with both hands, and said with excitement in excitement.

After everyone was happy, Geng Jianbo and Zhao Xiaobo had lunch at Zhengji's house, and left because they were busy with official business, leaving Zhengxueping and his wife to look at Geng Jianbo's back and sigh with emotion, has his son unconsciously grown up to the point of interacting with these people?

The spring breeze was swaying the willow branches that pulled out the tender green branches, and the sun was shining, and a few yellow-billed jays were shining in the sunlight with black steel feathers, cooing and cooing, busy building new nests. In the sunny place, patches of green and fluffy grass thrives from the soil. The wind blowing through the green leaves becomes extraordinarily gentle, the sun also becomes warm, and the green leaves hold up the delicate flower bones. In the breeze, they swayed gently and smiled shyly.

In the afternoon, Xincheng Stadium, in this warm spring day, gradually became bustling, young and energetic faces, a youthful conversation and laughter, floating in this warm sunshine, everyone's face, with excitement and expectation, looking at the open-air booth in the center of the stadium not far away, hurriedly busy staff.

The time is still early, just after four o'clock, however, in Xincheng, which is never congested with traffic, the road outside the stadium at the moment, is crowded with cars, like a snail slowly moving forward, the traffic police are sweating profusely directing the traffic, tired and helplessly glanced at the conspicuous red banner in the stadium, "Youth Memorial Book Concert" Eight big characters glowed golden in the sun, and in three hours, a grand banquet would begin here, and his son was waiting in this stadium with great anticipation.

Chen Kai stood under the huge poster of Zhengji in the stadium, raised his head and looked at the handsome and smiling Zhengji under the spotlight in the poster, feeling that all this was like a dream, for this man, his heart is complicated, Han Chang, the name that still trembles when he thinks about it, broke up with himself for the man in the poster in front of him, left himself, left Xincheng, and went to an unknown distance, and now, God will make people, he will come to this concert that can be called his rival in love.

"Chen Kai! Why are you in a daze? Aren't you excited? I heard that Zhengji will come in a while, I really want to see what he looks like, for today's concert, I didn't sleep all night last night," the voice behind him woke Chen Kai up from his memories, but it was his companion who said with excitement on his face.

"Yes, it's like a dream, Zhengji will actually hold a concert in Xincheng, and it's free for students, I don't know what song Zhengji will sing tonight? But no matter what song it is, it's just as good," a female classmate of Chen Kai also said with a look of expectation in her eyes.

"Let's go, let's go to the place where our class is gathered, the time is almost up, I heard that the location of our class is not bad, quite high", a student around him pulled Chen Kai and led him towards the corner of the stadium The students gathered together.

Chen Kai was dragged along, looked back at the poster of Zhengji, and had mixed feelings in his heart.

"Master driver, how far is it from the stadium?" In the taxi, several eighteen or nineteen-year-old girls looked at the crowded traffic outside the window, with a little urgency and expectation, and asked the driver who carefully miscared for the traffic.

"It's not far away, it's about seven or eight hundred meters, and you can see the red hot air balloon in front of you! That's the stadium," the driver said, wiping the sweat from his head and pointing to the front.

"It's so far away! I don't know if I'm going late, and I can still grab a good position!" said a girl in a pink trench coat in the co-pilot who poked her head out of the car window and looked at the traffic jam ahead.

"You're all going to see the Masaki concert?" asked the driver, glancing at the young girls in the car.

"Of course, we came a long way to see Masanori's concert!" said a woman in the back seat.

The driver listened to her accent and asked tentatively, "Aren't you from Shanxi?"

"Well, yesterday I heard the news that the political minutes were going to hold a concert in Xincheng, so we flew here from Shandong, we are his die-hard fans, how could we miss such a rare opportunity?"

The driver was a little surprised when he heard it, good guy, he was so far away, he actually took a plane to Xincheng, but he was really persistent, he said with a smile: "Then welcome to Xincheng, it's not cheap to take a plane."

"We bought the plane tickets from scalpers, and they cost more than a thousand each!, but even if it is expensive, it is worth the extra money to be able to watch my idol's concert with my own eyes!" said the girl in the co-pilot with a clenched fist on an imperative expression.

The driver's hand holding the steering wheel trembled slightly, and it was more than 1,000 yuan a month! He only paid 1,000 or 2,000 yuan a month for driving a taxi, but this plane was just so much money! Looking at the girls who were not dressed in the car, the charm of this political discipline was really great! It made them spend so much money.

"Why is it so blocked! Xincheng's road planning is too bad!" A girl in the back seat couldn't help but complain anxiously when she saw that the car had only walked a few dozen meters for half a day.

Hearing her say this, the driver was unhappy and said: "Why is the Xincheng road not well planned, in the past this road was unimpeded, isn't it because today is special? There are not only a few people from the provinces and cities near Xincheng who come here to watch the political discipline concert, have you seen which license plates in front of you? All of them are foreign license plates, so many cars come, it's strange that they are not blocked."

"That's it, it's less than a kilometer, isn't it?" The lady in the co-pilot looked at the car in front of her, and sure enough, the license plate said "Ji xxxxx", and asked casually.

"Well, almost", the driver nodded.

"Here, it's fifty, don't look for it, let's get out of the car", the girl casually took out a note from her pocket and put it on the driver's platform.

"Ah?!" The driver was a little confused, thought about it and stopped the car, watching a few girls jump out of the car in a hurry, and also crossed the cars, trotting in the direction of the stadium in front of them, and even didn't sit in the car in a hurry.

"Kids, don't take money for money," the driver muttered, and slowly drove into the parking lot with the traffic.

Similar scenes, in fact, are happening in many taxis on this street, and on this day, it also made the taxi drivers in Xincheng earn a lot of money, and the shops near Xincheng have a significant increase in business on this day, and the shops are also smiling from ear to ear, if only there was such a business every day, some shopkeepers even hope that Zhengji can hold a concert in Xincheng every day.

Located in the street park of the "carving time", at the moment is even more bustling and prosperous, many fans from other places, at this moment will not miss the coffee shop opened by the political discipline, many people hold cameras, with the coffee shop as the background, their memories are left in the negative with the sound of the shutter, and the store is also overcrowded, as the manager of the ** is sweating profusely, but looking at this hot scene with a smile on his face, since the opening this morning, no seat in the coffee shop has been empty! Even if someone doesn't have a seat, they have to buy a cup of coffee and stand in the store, looking at the pictures about political discipline on the wall, and the flow of water on this day has reached an astonishing 80,000! He deeply felt the appeal and influence of his boss!

"This is the coffee shop owned by Masaki!" do you think he often drinks coffee in the dead of night?" a girl muttered to her companion with a look of obsession on her face, as if she had seen Masanori sitting by the window at night.

"That's for sure! Look at that picture, isn't that one in it Masaki? so handsome!" her companion exclaimed, pointing to a picture of Masaki sitting in the dim light and sipping coffee on the wall of the coffee shop.

"Wow! It's really! He's sitting by the window!" the girl looked at the scene in the picture, subconsciously looked for a suitable position in the coffee shop, her eyes lit up, and she pointed to the position where a man was sitting.

"yes! yes, I'm going to take a picture in that position, too! So I'll be in the same chair as Masaki!" said a fan.

"Uncle, could you please let me sit down for a while? Just take a picture," the girl said with wide eyes and expectant anticipation at the unknown man in the seat.

The man looked at the girls around him, how could he bear to refuse? The gentleman stood up, nodded, and said, "Sit down, I've finished drinking."

Next, the girls were surprised to thank you in the coffee shop, and then they took turns to sit there and take pictures with the click of the camera.