Chapter 157: The fewer words, the bigger the matter
It takes time for a message to spread, but in a crowd gathering, it doesn't usually take more than a few seconds.
In the noisy environment, it was no longer clear what the crowd was shouting, only that they were excited and excited, and they were already uncontrollably rushing in the direction of Yan Fuguang.
There are even people from other floors rushing here, and the crew is almost unable to move an inch.
The big guy is by my side?!
What kind of bizarre plot is this?!
When the Philippine Award boss is less than a meter away from me, how should I express my excitement?!
The scene exploded, the live broadcast room also exploded, and even some netizens who just saw the news heard that there was a live broadcast here, and they rushed here, and now the popularity of the live broadcast room has long been the first on the Lightning list, and even every minute is still making great strides.
[The fewer words, the bigger the matter]
【OMG!!!! 】
[I don't know what to say now, but I have to say something to express my overwhelmed and extremely excited feelings]
[I don't believe it, I don't believe it, I don't believe it!! Woo woo woo woo, Yan Fuguang's existence makes me look like an idiot! 】
[Don't worry, everyone is an idiot, and they can't show you at all~]
[Isn't Yan Fuguang a star? ] 】
[The key is to be a star and not delay people to study mathematics!!] 】
[How do you know that being a star is not someone's side hustle? 】
[Will she tell me that math is also her side hustle one day?!] 】
[I understand, if I don't understand, I won't come here]
[Now I just hope that Lightning will hold on, don't give me a card out later, I finally ate the hottest melon, once in a lifetime]
Lightning could hold on, but the security guards on the 35th floor couldn't.
There are more and more people, the encirclement is getting smaller and smaller, Yan Fuguang and they don't want to continue to move forward, it is difficult to keep the existing space.
The building's security department acted urgently, and the entire building broadcast banned all employees from going to the 35th floor, and specially vacated an elevator for the crew to leave.
The back was not allowed to enter, and the orderly evacuation that had already come, and after waiting for about ten minutes, the staff who had been worried finally breathed a sigh of relief.
But now everyone looked at Yan Fuguang with a little awe and a little dazed.
Even Zhang Yuanyuan is the same, she once saw Yan Fuguang code words on the computer, and she also knew that it was a mathematical paper, but she didn't expect it to be a Philippine Award-level paper at all.
Even Zhang Yuanyuan, who won the Fields Medal, only found out after he became Yan Fuguang's assistant, because sometimes Yan Fuguang occasionally mentioned it when communicating with the department chair and professors.
If the Philippine Award is still very unfamiliar to everyone, then put it another way.
How would you feel if one day, your colleague was suddenly nominated for a Nobel Prize, and your work had nothing to do with any of the Nobel Prize disciplines?
The three views exploded, the world view was subverted, thinking that I was dreaming, and I wouldn't wake up even if I slapped myself!
Not long ago, everyone was laughing and laughing together, but in just a few minutes, the world changed.
Wei Ziqian suddenly asked: "Will you still act in the future?" ”
Yan Fuguang turned his head and said with a smile: "Why not?" ”
This answer silenced many people, but when I thought about it, it seemed that no matter what Yan Fuguang said, they would be silent.
Keep acting? Isn't that burying a great mathematician?
Stopped acting? The entertainment industry may have lost a legend from now on!
But no matter who comes in place, especially the Chinese people, they probably think that the identity of a mathematician is superior, but they didn't expect Yan Fuguang to seem to pay much attention to it.
The group walked towards the elevator, but now everyone was much quieter, and even the staff of the artist team lowered their voices.
The elevator reserved for them had arrived, but when it opened, there was a person standing inside.
The person with the glimmer was also stunned.
"Huh? Secretary Duan? ”
The person in the elevator was Duan Lang.
He nodded to the crowd and brought an update.
"There are already media coming over outside, it is estimated that there are still a lot of people rushing here, your car has been arranged to the negative floor, Xiao Li, you can bring a few directly."
Shimmer's staff nodded hurriedly, although he couldn't figure out why this kind of news needed to be conveyed by Duan Lang in person.
The crew didn't know who Duan Lang was, so they didn't think much about it, but when they heard the news of the media gathering, they couldn't help but look at Yan Fuguang.
It's all for her, right?
In fact, there is no need for "should" at all, except for her, there is no one here worthy of the media flocking, and "The Empress" will not be as popular as it is.
Everyone in the crew got into the elevator, but Duan Lang didn't go out, and they went to minus one with him.
The staff didn't dare to ask, and the crew thought that this person was going to come down, let alone ask more.
When I got to the negative floor, I saw that the cars of the three artists were already waiting here.
Zhang Yuanyuan saw that Duan Lang hadn't left, and guessed that he had something to say, so he took the initiative to take a few steps forward to separate Yan Fuguang from the army.
"Miss Yan, your company's car should be known by many media, and someone may follow you when you go out, and the boss asks if you need to take his car?"
"Your Mr. Ji is in the company?" Yan Fuguang was a little surprised.
Duan Lang nodded and responded, "Mr. Ji is going to the airport, I can drop you off." ”
"Hmm."
Yan Fuguang called Zhang Yuanyuan over: "You take Zeka and them back to the company, and I'll take their car away." As he spoke, he pointed at Duan Lang.
Zhang Yuanyuan also listened to it, knowing that now the building was full of people, Yan Fuguang and them were the best choice to act separately, and there was no need to worry about the safety of Mr. Ji.
"Got it, then tell me when you get home, it is estimated that your itinerary will have to be readjusted during this time."
As soon as Wei Ziqian got into the car, he saw Yan Fuguang and Secretary Duan walking in the other direction, and his eyes involuntarily followed their direction.
The Maybach in front of the two slowly stopped, and when the door opened, the flashing side face evoked a memory of Wei Ziqian's imminent disappearance.
On the night in Xiling, it was also a Maybach to send Yan Fuguang back, and the half of the face exposed in the window at that time gradually overlapped with the figure in the car now.
Wei Ziqian was suddenly stunned.
Is it the same person?
But why did this person appear in Lightyear Technology?
Knowing that he shouldn't care about this, Wei Ziqian still couldn't help but think about it, his mind was a mess now, and his eyes were scorched when he looked at the car.
By the time he came to his senses, the Maybach had already passed by their window, and in a few moments disappeared before his eyes.
Wei Ziqian suddenly asked, "Who was Secretary Duan just now?" ”
But the car was full of his own staff, and no one could answer his questions.
(End of chapter)