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"Almost everyone, everything, has his unique smell, and smell can tell us a lot-" Fang Qinghan's gaze swept towards the bottom of the stage, and at a glance he saw the disapproval on the faces of many people, he smiled slightly, coughed twice, cleared his throat, and suddenly started the performance.

He looked around and said unhurriedly, "After a hard day's work, you are so tired that you just want to hurry home, take a hot shower, eat a delicious dinner, and then, throw yourself on the bed, or, with a book in your hand?" ”

The young people who come to the ball today, despite their family backgrounds, are not idle people, and in some ways, they are more successful and busier than most people in the world because of their high starting points.

The description of the young Asian actor easily hit their hearts, and many people laughed softly.

Fang Qinghan raised his eyebrows, made the appearance of carrying an official bag with his right hand, and kept moving sideways, imitating the appearance of a busy day, finally getting off work, and shuttling through the crowd.

"You waited for five elevators that were full of people, complained about why you didn't get off work at the wrong time, and laboriously squeezed into the sixth elevator." Fang Qinghan curled up his arms and made an effort to shrink himself in the crowd.

"The lady standing next to you is graceful, but—" he turned, her nose furrowed, and she tilted her head back in disgust, "she's sprinkled too much perfume!" ”

"No, no, ma'am, you can't lean in anymore!" Fang Qinghan panicked, his arms were spread, and his legs were separated, as if the whole person was attached to the elevator wall, but his right hand was raised high and pinched his poor nose.

His performance was vivid, everyone seemed to have seen the dilemma of a senior white-collar worker squeezed in the elevator, laughter broke out, a young man smiled and leaned back, wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes, and patted the brother next to him: "HI, Gavin, isn't this what you experienced last time?!" But what he said was much more interesting than what you said! ”

Fang Qinghan rubbed his hair, his suit was half torn open by him, and he stumbled and rushed out of the elevator as if fleeing.

After he tidied up his appearance a little, his hands were clenched into fists, his arms were straightened, up and down, "You finally rushed out of the elevator and finally got into your car, and then, you found that there was a traffic jam!" ”

"The front is gone, the back is gone—"

"It's so irritating, so you open the window and want to get some air—"

Fang Qinghan turned his head and leaned out, and in the next second, his head retracted, one hand shook the handle frantically, and his nose wrinkled again: "Oh my God, is this a poisonous gas attack?!" ”

The guests under the stage burst into laughter again, if this guy doesn't act, he can definitely be a talk show host, it's so humorous!

Fang Qinghan started the car again, and after a while, he stepped on the brakes, pulled out the car key, got out of the car, closed the door, and after a series of movements, the tall body was a little hunchbacked, and his head was deeply sunk into his shoulders, looking extremely tired, and even his voice was full of fatigue: "After two hours of hard driving, you finally arrived home." ”

The guests under the stage felt the same thing, and gradually fell into silence, watching him walk towards the house step by step.

Fang Qinghan's footsteps paused, turned his head to look to the side, his nose twitched, and his handsome face showed an obvious look of intoxication: "Oh, Mrs. Thomson must be frying fish again, I really envy her cat!" ”

He moved forward step by step, and as the aroma continued to pour in, his waist also magically straightened up a little bit, and his tone became more and more brisk: "It seems that Mrs. Blanton has returned, and she is baking steak for Mr. Blanton again." ”

"Mr. Evan, who is single, has dinner as pasta for thousands of years, and even the taste is always ketchup—"

"Wait!" He paused in his steps, covered his nose violently, and shouted angrily: "Damn it! Jos, who is on the other side of the door, has put the garbage he had saved up for a few days at the door again!! ”

His unlucky appearance was really disgusting, and the guests burst into laughter again, and in the laughter, Fang Qinghan returned to his smiling appearance, and said meaningfully: "Look, smell can really tell us a lot of things, can't it?" ”

The guests under the stage were stunned for a moment, and the young actor's performance was like a slide, quickly passing through again in everyone's minds:

From the time he squeezed into the elevator after work but was smoked to death by the perfume on the female colleague, the car was stuck in traffic jams, rolled down the window to breathe and was poisoned by the car exhaust, and finally arrived home, attracted by the aroma from the neighbors' homes, and finally defeated by the accumulated garbage on the opposite door-

Along the way, as he said, the smell was felt throughout.

It is no exaggeration to say that the smell carries his impromptu little performances.

"BY SMELL, OUR ZERO CAN DISCERN A LOT OF THINGS, AND THE UNIQUE CIGAR SMELL LEFT IN THE AIR TELLS HIM THAT THIS CIGAR COMES FROM CUBA AND CAN ONLY BE OBTAINED BY ONE OF HIS ENEMIES-"

"The brain is his terminal, his hand and nose are his input devices, and his mouth is his output device, there are inputs and outputs, and there are terminals that analyze all intelligence, so what can't our ZERO do?"

Fang Qinghan's gaze fell on Manny, raised his right hand and pointed to his temple, "I think ZERO's wisdom is his most important weapon. ”

Manning's eyes were shining, his lips moved, but he couldn't speak excitedly, and finally, he simply bowed to Fang Qinghan.

Olivia next to him applauded without hesitation, and the guests under the stage also stood up one after another, with enthusiastic applause, to express their respect to this young Chinese actor with superb acting skills and humor.

Fang Qinghan put his right hand on his chest, bowed slightly to thank the guests' applause, and then, he stood up straight and laughed softly: "Please forgive me for being rude, but I was really hungry when I talked about Mrs. Thomson's fried fish, Mrs. Blanton's grilled steak, and Mr. Evan's self-sufficient pasta, and now allow me to fill my stomach that I am already clamoring for rebellion." ”

The guests were amused by his humor again, and let out bursts of good-natured laughter, Fang Qinghan nodded towards Olivia, bowed slightly to the two directors, and calmly walked off the stage amid the applause of everyone.

With a smile on his face, he walked towards the long table that carried the food, smiling and nodding at the guests who had made way for him.

Looking at Fang Qinghan's long figure from afar, the young adjutant couldn't help but complain: "Although this guy is not very popular, I have to say that he is really very good." ”

The boss beside him narrowed his eyes, and his handsome face seemed to be smiling, and he continued meaningfully: "Yes, a very good agent." ”