The next day, although Yifei and Teacher Zeng were nothing unusual, anyone with a discerning eye could see that Teacher Zeng was very angry, and the consequences were very serious.

However, Yifei did not explain the reason why she did not arrive at the scene last night, but she was a little disillusioned.

Soon, it was time for Mr. Zeng to go on the show, and everyone sat on the sofa watching TV, waiting for the show to start.

"Ladies and gentlemen, welcome back to the live broadcast of the millionaires, tonight will be a night we will remember for a lifetime.

Zeng Xiaoxian, you have already received a bonus of one million, you can take the money and leave, one million is a huge wealth for many people.

You can also take it for a big gamble of your life, and if you get one more question right, you'll win five! Hundred! Ten thousand! ”

And, moreover, you can also have, a luxury villa in the heart of the capital.

If you answer incorrectly, you will lose a million dollars in prize money and become an ordinary person again.

I'm going to ask you this question just once, do you choose to give up, or do you want to continue? ”

The host's generous speech immediately mobilized the atmosphere of the scene.

"Go on."

However, Mr. Zeng's interest was obviously not very high, and he just responded lightly.

Seeing that Mr. Zeng was going to continue, the host didn't talk nonsense, and spoke directly.

"The Beatles are known to be the greatest, most influential, and most successful band in the history of pop music.

So, what year was the Beatles' famous single "Help" released? ”

"A, 1970, B, 1965, C, 1963, D, 1961."

Teacher Zeng looked at the display screen and smiled indifferently.

This scared the host, this question was carefully picked out by the program team.

As long as you are not a fanatical fan, normal people who will remember the year clearly.

They investigated Mr. Zeng's details, hobbies, etc., before picking out this question.

Fortunately, the host has a strong psychological quality, so he suppressed the panic in his heart and asked curiously.

"You know the answer?"

Teacher Zeng shook his head lightly: "I don't know." ”

"I want to give my friend a call."

Mr. Zeng decisively used the opportunity to ask for help, and the host's heart was relieved, just if he needed to ask for help, he was afraid that you would not ask for help.

With a snap of his fingers, the backstage staff immediately arranged.

At home, Zhang Wei and the others took out their mobile phones in an instant and waited anxiously, only Yang San and Yumo Yifei were still sitting casually.

"What are you doing?" Yifei asked in surprise.

"Teacher Zeng will call me at any time." X4

"You know the answer?" Yifei asked suspiciously.

"I don't know." X4

Yifei glanced at them speechlessly.

"Hehe, I wonder what else you're expecting? Chat with Mr. Zeng across the TV for a while? Yang San said with a smile.

Soon, the bell rang.

Zhang Wei and the others looked at their mobile phones suspiciously, but found that there was no phone number from Teacher Zeng.

At this time, Yifei unbelievably took out her mobile phone from her pocket, and it turned out that her mobile phone rang.

Yang San and Yu Mo glanced at each other, and Teacher Zeng really chose Yifei. ”

"Hey."

"Hey, Yifei, it's me." Teacher Zeng shouted anxiously.

"I know." Yifei said softly.

"I want to ask you ......"

Teacher Zeng suddenly thought about it, "Have you watched my show tonight?" ”

"You can't call to confirm this, right?" Yifei said speechlessly.

"Of course not."

Teacher Zeng smiled happily and suddenly thought in surprise, "What do I want to ask?" ”

Yifei reminded helplessly: "You still have fifty seconds." ”

"Yes, yes, what year was the Help, that Beatles single released?" Teacher Zeng suddenly looked at the display screen and asked.

“Help！”

Seeing that Yifei didn't react, Teacher Zeng shouted again.

"It's useless for you to just shout for help." Yifei said in surprise.

Teacher Zeng was speechless for a moment, and said helplessly: "I'm not shouting help, I'm talking about the album of the Beetle." ”

"I ...... I do not know. ”

Teacher Zeng suddenly said in a deep voice: "You know, have you forgotten who I am? ”

"Slut Zeng!"

Everyone was stunned when they heard this, and Ziqiao also said suspiciously.

"Is that really his real name?"

Yifei remembered at this time, where could he find the answer.

Hurriedly ran to the room and pulled out the cardboard box with "Slut Zeng" written on it.

"Yifei? Yifei? ”

Time passed second by second, and Teacher Zeng shouted anxiously.

Yifei crooked his neck and grabbed the mobile phone, and hurriedly opened Mr. Zeng's half-left CD, which was the Beetle's "Help".

"Here, the year of Help's release is 196......"

Unfortunately, the time came right here, and the phone was hung up instantly.

The director in the background sighed softly, fortunately, he arranged the back hand early.

Otherwise, if it were one second longer, five million would be gone.

It's just right now, it's still in the script.

Teacher Zeng closed his eyes helplessly, just one second.

Everyone also exclaimed, only Yang San narrowed his eyes thoughtfully, these 70 seconds seemed too fast, only about 60 seconds.

I can't help but think of Yoyo's words, it seems that Yifei really went to the scene last night, and slipped into the backstage.

It turned out that Yifei didn't release Mr. Zeng's pigeons last night.

After the lecture, she hurried to the TV station, but unfortunately, in a hurry, she didn't find that the admission pass was left at home.

There was no admission ticket, and the security guard who guarded the door naturally refused to let Yifei enter.

In desperation, Yifei could only watch the game in the toilet of the radio, and then Yifei finally found a gap and slipped into the backstage.

I accidentally heard the conversation of the suspected director, and I was afraid that Mr. Zeng would take away the bonus, so the last question would be more difficult, and Mr. Zeng would have to spit out all the money at that time.

Presumably, this time is also controlled in the background, otherwise how could it be so coincidental.

"Your friend has done his best, and now it's up to you, at least A can rule it out."

The host was not much surprised by the interruption of the phone, after all, this is a habitual routine, and smiled quietly at Mr. Zeng.

Mr. Zeng looked at the display screen intently, and to be honest, he was only now starting to read the questions seriously.

"I want to get rid of the two wrong answers."

It seems to have been expected, the host said lightly.

"Your last chance to ask for help, see how it turns out."

As the presenter's voice fell, two options quickly faded away.

As it happens, the missing answers are A and C.

"Unfortunately, the computer still leaves you with two questionable answers, what your final choice will be, and this will be a historic moment."

The host looked at Mr. Zeng without surprise, and at the same time squeezed the possible surplus value.

"We'll come back after a commercial."