Chapter 204: Traffic paralysis
Qin Ya, who was standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling window of the office of the orange live broadcast platform, looked at the mobile phone in her hand in a daze, and was a little speechless: "Bastard, you dare to hang up the phone of this boss!" ā
Qin Ya put away her mobile phone, looked through the window, and looked at the rainy and sunny Shanghai outside. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ļ½ļ½ļ½Uļ½Eć The golden sunlight from the east softly sprinkled on her bewitching body full of intellectual atmosphere.
Ding dong.
Qin Ya picked up her mobile phone and glanced at Diao Min's new state: Thank you for braving the rain to save me last night, I am now at the Huahai Hotel, I want to invite everyone to dinner, I have nothing to play!
Qin Ya raised her forehead and smiled bitterly: "Diao Min, you are really a Diao Min!" You idiot, do you know what the concept of 10,000 people is?! ā
In medieval Europe, a battle involving 10,000 people could be called a great war. Nowadays, Qing Dynasty court dramas are popular on TV screens, but in fact, when the Manchu Qing Dynasty entered the customs, it was only 40,000 or 50,000 people.
The largest conference room in the hotel where Zhou Hang is now can only accommodate 800 people, which is already the level of a super large conference room. Even so, even if the development conference is not possible, it is impossible to let go of 10,000 people, let alone invite guests to dinner!
Have one's head in the clouds!!!
Qin Ya now wanted to fly to Zhou Hang's side, pulling her ears to tell him how serious the current situation was!
If it is not handled well, it will become a public relations crisis event on the orange live broadcast platform. If you are unlucky and make a stampede or something, I am afraid that the platform will be shut down for a while!
Thinking like this, Qin Ya hurriedly picked up the car keys and bags on the table, called a group of staff, and rushed to the hotel.
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Flower Sea Hotel, 4 stars.
Half past nine in the morning.
Sunlight shines slanting through the clean windows, reflecting the sparkle of light from window to window. Looking through a window on the east side of the eighth floor, seven young people could be seen chatting casually.
Inside and outside the lobby on the first floor of the Flower Sea Hotel, a large number of fans have gathered, and more fans are coming by bus, taxi, and private car.
"It's a pity, I came late last night, and I didn't see the scene of your father directing the excavator to push the building!" Wan Peng said with a look of regret.
"What's so nice about an excavator pushing a floor." Li Shanyuan took over the conversation, and then changed the topic again: "What I really want to see is the scene of Diao Min's fans blocking the Meng family's father and son in the teahouse." Hey, it's fun to think about! ā
After Lee Sun-won went to college, he matured quickly. He is much more rigorous than a simple-minded and well-developed guy like Wan Peng, and he will filter it in his mind a few more times before speaking. Wan Peng mentioned the excavator pushing the building again. At first glance, the scene was spectacular, but Zhou Hang was in the teahouse after all, and it was Zhou's father who commanded the push.
This kind of thing is nothing in private, but when put in the political arena, it will undoubtedly become someone else's handle. It is indispensable to cause trouble to Zhou's father.
Zhou Hang glanced at Li Shanyuan gratefully, and said in his heart, this guy is getting better and better. Before the college entrance examination, in order to win over Li Shanyuan and ask him to help cheat, he didn't put in a lot of effort, but he didn't expect that in a short period of time, he had become so sleek.
It's only a freshman.
Zhou Hang didn't know that in fact, not only Li Shanyuan, but also Song Hailong and others' life trajectories had changed greatly from their previous lives. And the reason for these changes is actually that he is Diao Min, who makes earth-shattering movements at every turn and scares his old classmates, spurring them at all times!
Their changes are actually just to get closer to Zhou Hang and not be pulled away too far.
While Zhou Hang was pondering, Wang Yang said with a smile: "Do you guess Meng Fei was made to cry by Diaomin fans, this poor child, haha, it's too funny." This little brother of the second generation of black is not even a fraction of the number of Diao Min's fans! ā
Zhou Hang snuffed out the cigarette in the ashtray and smiled indifferently. Didn't say anything. Zhou Hang has a habit of smoking, only smoking half a cigarette, maybe he subconsciously doesn't want things like cigarettes to cause more harm to the body.
At this moment, the sound of car horns sounded on the road outside the hotel, first one or two, and then one after another. It's like a jealous male bird in spring.
"Huh?" Wang Yang stood up, walked to the window, and looked down: "What's the situation?" ā
Song Hailong also walked to the window, stretched his neck to look at the congested vehicles on the street, took out his mobile phone and looked at his watch, and said with a confused expression: "The rush hour for commuting has long passed, why is this road blocked like an intestinal infarction now." ā
Wan Peng also walked over playfully, looking at the paralyzed traffic at the intersection outside the hotel, and pointing.
Traffic jams are really trivial, especially in first-tier cities, if you don't encounter a traffic jam a day, you have to wonder if you have crossed it.
A few people said that they didn't pay much attention to it.
Zhou Hang seemed to remember something, walked to the window with a strange face, and said in his heart: There will really be more than 10,000 fans who dare to come.
He took out his mobile phone and checked his V-blog, his face becoming more and more strange.
"What's wrong?" Song Hailong pulled the eggs for a long time, and was just about to turn around and pour himself a cup of tea to moisten his throat. Finding that Zhou Hang's face was wrong, he was immediately a little worried.
Zhou Hang raised his mobile phone and showed it to Song Hailong.
Song Hailong looked at the replies on the mobile phone screen for some reason, and read them out in a low voice.
[Diao Minda... Wait for me, I'll be there soon!] ć
[Diao people are treated, it is rare for a thousand years, and you have to climb over! ] ć
[Boss Diao Min, I have now arrived at Lhasa Airport, wait for me! ] ć
[Master Sect, the apprentice is going through the formalities of returning home in London, waiting for me!] ć
[Hahaha, I've arrived in Shanghai]
[Hehe, I'm already close to the campus of Shanghai University, and I'm about to arrive at the Huahai Hotel, and I'm stuck in traffic, ******]
[I'm also stuck in traffic, and I heard that there's a whole street blocked in front!] ć
[I'm also blocking the road, girl, Lao Tzu walks over]
[Snickering!] A bunch of funny, master, I'm already waiting for Diao Minda in the lobby of the Huahai Hotel, I'll show you the pictures of the scene, tsk, envy, silk...
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"This..." Song Hailong read a few replies, suddenly realized something, and twisted his head out of the window, at this time, the sound of cars one after another became more and more joyful!
"I'll go, no." Wang Yang and Li Shanyuan also reacted to what had happened and looked at each other.
"What are you talking about, hey, hey, dare you tell me, are you all evil, what happened?" The rough-witted Wan Peng still looked confused.
Zhao Kai patted Wan Peng's shoulder vigorously, with a look of regret, and said to Zhang Yurui: "You come and tell him." ā
Zhang Yurui looked at Wan Peng, who was unresponsive, and complained weakly: "Rub, do you have a lack of tendons in your head, I don't understand this." See the intersection outside, the traffic in the east, west, north and south is paralyzed, see? ā
Wan Peng still nodded ignorantly.
"Such a large-scale traffic jam is caused by this guy!" Zhang Yurui pointed at Zhou Hang and shouted.
Zhou Hang touched his nose innocently, and said slightly depressed: "Before the police come, hurry up and find a way!" (To be continued.) )