"This..." Chen Huayao didn't expect that he had never followed the entertainment industry, and he actually pursued celebrities to ask for autographs.

Pang Yuanchang smiled with a hint of negotiation and said, "Xiao Chen, we all see your recent efforts. Now we have an internship and will be directly promoted as soon as we graduate. What do you think?"

Director Pang is an academic leader who works hard to do research and never participates in politics. This is the first time that he makes such a promise to others. Obviously, the weight in his words is extremely important.

The opportunity to become a regular person doesn’t matter, but the leader’s face must be given. Chen Huayao did not hesitate and took the record and said, “Please ensure that the task is completed!”

Three circles inside and three circles outside the rostrum were filled with people, and the water was not flowing, the knife was hard to penetrate, and the birds could not fly.

But who is Chen Huayao?

He gently pushed away the vulgar man who was shouting his idol's name with one hand, and squeezed away the illegitimate woman who was crying with another hand. The nose was filled with sweat odor that was stronger than the septic tank, and the ears were filled with the noisy flies flying, as if he was traveling thousands of mountains and rivers, and finally squeezed into the edge of the rostrum.

I saw Bai Youcheng sitting in a chair with flowers piled up next to it that could fill the entire store. I was holding a stack of movie posters, stills, composite photos, and notebooks waiting for signatures, and piled up to the ceiling.

Dozens of young girls who were dying and yelling at his name, and their noses and tears were flying all over.

But Bai Youcheng calmed the scene with just one word, glanced deeply into the hearts of every fan, and said, "Don't be excited, our crew will try our best to meet everyone's requirements."

He even pulled out his handkerchief and reached out to wipe the girl who was closest to him and had a snot all over her face. Her movements were gentle and elegant, and she was shining with light. The girl was so excited that she was dying at that time, as if she had fallen into the abyss of happiness.

What a perfect idol! It's so good to every fan! It's as kind as your family!

Chen Huayao couldn't help but cough with contempt. This kid has done a lot of skills on the surface and is worthy of being a high-level person.

Unlike Baiyoucheng, Shen Youtong next to her has a lighter temperament and is not as good as the world. She signed the name quickly and sloppy on the cover of the record handed over by the fans, then handed it back with both hands, smiled, and then signed another copy, which continued.

This is the goddess that all men are crazy about. She just sat there quietly and had already compared the Mona Lisa who had been passed down with only a smile for a lifetime.

Chen Huayao was about to squeeze over, and the middle-aged bald man in front of him who had just obtained the signature suddenly grabbed the goddess's jade hand, and his eyes were filled with fanaticism and blazing, and he shouted: "Shen Youtong! I can't live without you! You are the whole of my world! I love you!"

The goddess caught off guard, her originally calm expression was a little surprised, her eyes widened and her cherry lips slightly opened, looking very cute. She wanted to pull her hands but couldn't pull them back, but was tightly grabbed by the bald man.

The security guards responsible for maintaining order and the members of the Crab Committee who were deploying controls in the distance were separated by fans and failed to help in time.

The fans shouted.

Chen Huayao saw that the goddess's wrists were fair and crystal clear, and she looked bright, so beautiful that she was not as beautiful as a human being. If you want to touch it, you must be touched. Are you a middle-aged bald man trying to steal my job?

Immediately, I separated everyone quickly, strangled the bald man's neck from behind and pulled it hard, shouting: "Don't be afraid of beauties, the flower protector is here to save you."

The bald man's aura stopped, his fingers were released and he was thrown out of the crowd. The security guard, who was like a wolf and a tiger, immediately rushed to him and pressed him down.

Chen Huayao rarely plays a role of a hero saving beauty. He shows his face in front of the beauty and bows proudly to everyone.

But everyone didn't care about him? Continue to push forward and ask for an autograph. He left Chen Huayao in the right place, like a fool who made a fool of himself without making a fool of himself.

Chen Youtong has been famous for many years. She has never seen a thousand fans who have lost their minds and "love you so much that they kill you" and have never seen nine hundred. She is not panicked and has quickly calmed down.

A hand with thick joints grabbed the vinyl record and handed it over: "Beauty, come and write that Chen Youtong loves you."

Chen Youtong smiled slightly. This kind of requirement from fans is very common. If you can meet it, try to satisfy it. Pick up the signature pen and stroke a few strokes very quickly in the blank space of the record cover.

All the strokes are connected together, sometimes up, sometimes down, sometimes left and right, and one stroke passes by. Even when the famous cursive calligraphy master of the Tang Dynasty, Monk Huaisu, comes, he sighs that he is not as good as he does.

The signature took only two seconds. After writing it, I handed it over, looked up and smiled, "Thank you for your support..."

As soon as the two met, they suddenly saw the fans' appearance clearly. The throats were as if they were stuffed with paper, and the last word "hold" could not be said at all.

I saw the fan standing in front of the rostrum, only one meter away from him, with sword eyebrows on his temples, slender face, deep and blurred eyes, and smiled but not smiled, and it seemed as if it was seen in a dream.

The only difference between his memory is that his youth has long faded away, replaced by a kind of maturity and vicissitudes, no longer as thriving as he was back then, but it is also more charming. Is this still him? Is it just like him?

At that moment, the goddess seemed to be a serious mental patient, her eyes were foolish and she fell into a state of dullness, and she didn't hear any crazy and confused screams in her ears.

The man took the record without hesitation and smiled: "Beauty, you look very similar to my sister. Will you leave a phone number? How about going out for dinner together next time?"

This old-fashioned way of picking up has been lagging behind the times for many years.

The goddess finally woke up, took a breath and shouted, "Brother..."

While the man was acting cool, he was slapped hard by an angry fan in his head. Looking back, he looked around and saw that there were people waving their hands. He couldn't tell who it was. Just as he was about to curse, another group of people rushed like maggots, pushing him out.

"Hey...what's going on? My phone number hasn't arrived yet!" Before Chen Huayao could react, he was already ten meters away from the rostrum. A large group of people were pressing against Chen Youtong. Even the Tomahawk cruise missile was not so fast.

"Fortunately, I'm living up to my trust and successfully got the signature." I looked at the cover of the record and couldn't help but curse: "The writing is almost the same as dog shit, and there are so many people going to grab it. I'm so full! Damn, so do I!"

While parting with everyone to find Pang Yuanchang, I felt something was wrong in my mind, as if I had missed something. I was thinking hard on the record and thought hard. The beauty did look quite like a person I knew before, but I couldn't remember who it was.

This feeling is really uncomfortable.

Could it be that he was suffering from dementia at the age of 24?

The current chaotic scene is even more unbearable than the US election. Before Chen Youtong could say a million words in her belly, the man was squeezed out without a trace. He hurriedly stretched out his head to find it. The crowd was vast and there were heads everywhere, and he couldn't tell who was who was. He even thought that he was confused about his eyes and suddenly a huge loss surged into his heart.

She endured the tears that were about to burst into her eyes and sat back on her seat, forcing her to continue signing the fans, but her heart was empty, like a homeless child.

Chen Huayao found Pang Yuanchang, who was talking to a man who looked like a leader.

The leader was in his forties, his hair was shiny and he had a big belly. His hands were behind him, and his expression was very arrogant. On the other hand, Pang Yuanchang had slightly collapsed his shoulders and his head slightly shrank, and his appearance was only a little bit. Whoever was up and down on both sides was clear at first glance.

"Director Pang, what is the scope of responsibilities in your office?" The leader waved his hand and said, "Books need to be inspected, art festival need to be inspected, university exchange students need to be inspected, and now even movies need to be inspected. There are only a few people in your office, can you get through the inspection?"

Pang Yuanchang smiled and said, "Director Mao, cultural exchanges are very important, it doesn't matter if we are busy."

"Busy, be practical! Be busy and purposeful! You can't rush around like a headless fly, which is ineffective at all." Director Mao said: "If you don't go to the townships to carry out cultural publicity activities, you will instead cheat at the press conference of the Moon Company. What's the role? Without the document notification from our Cultural Bureau in the future, you should not go everywhere."

"this……"

"The funding is tight at present. Are you running around under the banner of inspections, cheating food and drinks under the reputation of cultural exchanges, wasting gas and wages, is it shameful?"

Pang Yuanchang replied, "Yes..."

This leader is the deputy director of the Cultural Bureau and he can't afford to offend him.

Although Yu Simin is in charge of the Sino-Foreign Cultural Exchange Office, it is only a small department affiliated with the government. It is nominally the same as the Cultural Bureau, and is directly under the government's jurisdiction, and is actually controlled by the Cultural Bureau. Part of the salary and office funds are provided by the Cultural Bureau. Director Liu Haitai, as the part-time deputy director of the office, is just a false story due to Yu Simin's face.

Pang Yuanchang is also the deputy director, but he is just a section-level cadre, which is far from comparable to Liu Haitai's identity.

Last time I visited a publishing house that mainly focuses on exports, and the content was inconsistent, and the quality of printed books was low. Pang Yuanchang reported to his superiors, and later his superiors suspended the publishing house's export rights based on his opinions.

I didn't expect that the publishing house was related to Deputy Director Mao of the Cultural Bureau. Director Mao secretly hated that this old man would not be able to do anything, so he stumbling around him from now on, not deliberately targeting Wen. The Deputy Director of the Cultural Bureau has no ability to fight against Yu Simin.

Pang Yuanchang is an honest man who will not complain to Yu Simin for help, but can only endure Director Mao’s difficulties alone.

Director Pang is his direct leader. He was scolded so much that he was also embarrassed.

Chen Huayao was a little clever, guessed some clues from the conversation between the two, and stepped forward and smiled: "Director Mao, our office must thoroughly implement the spirit of the Cultural Bureau's documents. We will go wherever the leader asks us to go. If the leader doesn't let us go, we won't go to death." As he said that, he took out a shabby cigarette worth six yuan and handed it on.

Director Mao waved his hand away and frowned and said, "Who are you?"

Pang Yuanchang hurriedly said: "Director Mao, he is Xiao Chen, a new researcher in the office..."

"New?" Director Mao glared, "Your office blindly adds staff, which is also a burden on funds. It's simply a waste of money! Recruiting people without authorization, do you think I don't exist? Pang Yuanchang, let me tell you the truth, our Cultural Bureau will not approve any of his salary, or you can find a way to go by yourself!"

Pang Yuanchang became bigger than two and said softly: "Xiao Chen is the junior brother of Director Yu of the General Office."

Hearing that it was Yu Simin's relationship, Director Mao's face finally calmed down. He took the cigarette and clamped his fingers. He did not ignite it, but said loudly: "Forget it this time, remember to report to me what you do in the future."

Chen Huayao said: "Director Mao, our office is also directly under the government leaders as your Cultural Bureau. It may not be appropriate to ask us to report everything to you."
Chapter completed!