Chapter Eighty-Three: Lucky Anchor

Although it was only a glance, the keen audience still captured a lot of information.

[Hey, old Hu? 】

[Mr. Hu is also here]

[Mr. Hu didn't sit in the VIP seat C? ] Why is there a young man sitting in the C seat? 】

[Fart young man! This is Jiang Shao, right? Damn, Jiang Shao actually came to see the celebration! 】

[Husband! Husband, look at me, husband! 】

[Uncle Cameraman, my roommate said that she wanted to see Jiang Shao again before she died]

Although Jiang Yu is very famous, he is not high-profile, and he hates the media to spread his photos all over the world, so about the mysterious richest man, everyone has only seen a vague side face at most - but that is enough to make fans crazy for him.

No matter how bold the director was, he didn't dare to shoot at his big boss, so he quickly cut the camera to other big anchors at the moment, trying to divert the attention of the barrage.

At this time, there was already an anchor on the stage preparing to perform.

The process of the celebration live broadcast night is very simple, the big anchors in the appearance area have some singing and dancing programs, the group competition in the game area is a competition, and the rest of the small classifications are randomly selected to perform talents, or make games, and the overall atmosphere is still very relaxed.

But some people's minds are not so simple.

After the first wave of performances, as the big anchor in the eating broadcast area, Zheng Qiang was invited by the host to come on stage to play a game, when selecting people to join him, he first ordered another male anchor in the eating broadcast area, and then jokingly said: "Actually, I have always been very curious about a certain anchor, this time I want to invite her to come up, let's play together." ”

The host immediately asked, "Who is it?" ”

"Actually, I don't know who it is," Zheng Qiang's eyes flashed with a calculating light, "Didn't we give out an admission ticket for the celebration?" I'd like to meet the lucky one. ”

"Oh! It's a great idea! The host immediately shouted, "Then let's see who the lucky anchor is-"

The director hurriedly motioned for the camera to approach Shen Jinchu, and the big screen in front of her flashed, and her little face with a little dazed face immediately appeared.

"Wow, that's beautiful!" The vice president sitting in the VIP seat exclaimed, "Why did you never know that there was such an anchor before?" ”

"If you like, why don't you come out and have fun when the celebration is over?" A fat-headed, big-eared man next to him smiled and proposed, "This little girl doesn't seem to be famous, you can promise some benefits casually, she won't be with you if she doesn't ...... a."

Before he finished speaking, he suddenly felt a little chilled, and subconsciously looked back and met Jiang Yu's dark eyes.

There seemed to be a bottomless black hole hidden in those dark eyes, and there was a terrifying light flashing inside.

The rest of the words were swallowed back into his mouth, and Mr. Hu looked at Jiang Yu's thin lips and pursed his lips, and couldn't help but "chuckle" in his heart.

"How do you speak?" Mr. Hu immediately turned his head and reprimanded the executive, "Our platform prohibits the management from communicating with the anchor in private, don't you know?" How dare you say such a thing! I don't think you want to do it! ”

The executive was a little dazed for a moment, he snorted twice, his fat face flushed, and he couldn't say a word.

"If you have a lot of oil in your stomach, you can go to the beauty salon to smoke it, and if you save too many pickled things, it will be easy to hurt your brain," Jiang Yu said softly, as if he was just making some innocuous joke, "If the brain is injured, this person will be useless, it is better to sell it as pork for more money." ”