Chapter seven hundred and forty-eight seeking a couplet
Everyone in the audience was dumbfounded and started talking.
"What's wrong with him? Has he gone crazy?"
"His taste is so strong, a black woman weighing more than 200 pounds, vomit..."
"What kind of hypnotic magic show is this? It's simply inexplicable!"
Ning Xuanxuan was also inexplicable. Shouldn't she be performing hypnotic magic? Why did she suddenly start to reveal scandals about herself as if she was going crazy?
Backstage, Benjamin's agent, assistant, and others were also stunned. Their faces turned pale when they saw Benjamin revealing some scandalous things about himself. When they realized what they were doing, the agent immediately rushed to the front desk, trying to stop Benjamin from doing this.
He clearly wants to destroy his own future. If these things get out, how can he develop in the country?
Benjamin didn't speak quickly, but when the agent behind the scenes rushed up, he was already talking about a scandal that happened last year.
"In Carson City, Nevada, I was hanging out in a bar after a performance. I flirted with a beautiful girl, and she pulled out a pistol and forced me to kneel down to apologize. I could see that she really knew how to do it.
The shooter, so I can only..."
After saying this, the manager also rushed to the stage, and Benjamin's eyes gradually returned to clarity, and he closed his mouth tightly. He staggered and looked at the audience who were talking loudly in the audience with a little confusion.
When Benjamin stood on the stage, his face became paler and paler, as if he had seen a ghost, and his whole body was shaking. At this time, Xue Chen, who was sitting on the chair behind, quietly stood up and walked towards the audience with an expressionless face.
, as if nothing happened.
Benjamin, who was almost paralyzed on the stage, turned his head and glanced at Xue Chen with difficulty, opened his mouth, but without saying anything, he was pulled by his manager and helped off the stage to behind the scenes.
All the audience in the audience were confused and had questions in their heads. What happened? Is this person really crazy?
Ning Xuanxuan saw Xue Chen come down from the stage and sit back next to her. She looked away at Benjamin leaving and asked in confusion: "Xue Chen, what's wrong with him?"
"Who knows, maybe he's crazy." Xue Chen shrugged his shoulders, picked up the tea cup and took a sip of slightly cold tea. His sarcastic eyes were reflected in the tea cup. He just wanted to say that he was asking for trouble.
After Benjamin's hypnotic magic show caused some chaos, the host quickly took the stage and started the next performance. After several wonderful singing and dancing performances, the Ning Group's annual meeting came to an end.
Xue Chen and Ning Xuanxuan walked out of the studio side by side. As they walked towards the exit of the building, the door of a room in the corridor was pushed open. Benjamin walked out, still surrounded by four or five people.
Protected in the middle.
However, at this time, Benjamin was no longer as high-spirited and unrestrained as he had been when he came, and he would no longer conjure up a rose to give to Ning Xuanxuan in public. Instead, he looked sick and sick, with a grayish-white complexion.
, with his head slightly lowered, his eyes looking at the ground blankly, his steps light and weak.
Out of the corner of his eye, he glanced at Xue Chen and Ning Xuanxuan. Benjamin raised his head suddenly. This time, he didn't look at Ning Xuanxuan, who made his heart beat. Instead, he stared straight at Xue Chen, opened his mouth, and said
A hoarse and trembling voice: "What did you do to me?"
After getting off the stage, Benjamin slapped himself twice in the mouth, and then he came to his senses completely. He almost went crazy. He couldn't believe what he had done. He buried the things that he had kept deep in his heart since he was a child and didn't want to remember.
When he told the things that made him look embarrassed in public, he almost wanted to hit a wall and kill himself.
After calming down a little, he thought carefully and realized that the problem must be with Xue Chen, because he remembered that he was doing hypnosis magic to make Xue Chen look embarrassed in public, but it turned out to be him. In the past
In dozens of hypnosis performances, this kind of thing has never happened before.
After thinking about it, he came up with the only possibility, that he was anti-hypnotized!
"You can also hypnotize?!" Benjamin asked with a sharp voice, eyes wide open, and gasping for breath, as if he had exhausted all his strength.
Xue Chen glanced at Benjamin lightly, said nothing, and walked away.
After walking out of the TV station building, Ning Xuanxuan pulled Xue Chen's arm and asked with bright eyes: "Xue Chen, what did Benjamin mean just now? Do you know how to hypnotize?"
"Who knows what he is talking about..." Xue Chen said perfunctorily.
"You told me not to lie! Tell the truth!" Ning Xuanxuan said firmly.
Xue Chen was silent for a moment, and after standing still, he turned around and looked at Ning Xuanxuan beside him, and asked depressedly: "You still dare to question me, I still want to ask you, and you pinched me for no reason.
I was misunderstood and asked to go on stage to perform!"
Ning Xuanxuan ducked her eyes with a guilty look, and said in a sweet voice: "Oh, I'm just joking with you, don't say anything anymore, let's go."
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As the Spring Festival approaches, the streets and alleys of Haicheng City are becoming more and more red. Whether on the balconies of residential buildings or in front of stores, red lanterns are hung.
The same is true for Zhuoyue Antique Shop. I don't know when Wang Dong diligently hung four red lanterns in front of the door, which looked particularly festive.
When Xue Chen walked into the store early in the morning, he saw Wang Dong with a bulging belly, holding a small purple clay pot in his right hand, taking a sip from time to time, and with his left hand on his waist, instructing two waiters to clean the items in the store.
The dust on the top of the cabinet looks like the rich people who exploited the small workers in the past.
Seeing Xue Chen coming, Wang Dong came up with a smile and said: "Hey, it's almost the end of the year. I have to tidy up and sweep the dust. There will be a good sign in the coming year and I will make a lot of money."
"When did you hang up the lantern?" Xue Chen asked casually.
"I hung it up by my own hands yesterday. Hey, my foot slipped and I almost fell off the ladder. Fortunately, although I have a lot of flesh on my body, my feet are sensitive enough, so I didn't fall badly." Wang
Dong Xin said with lingering fear and boasted.
"By the way, didn't you say you had something to tell me? What is it?" Xue Chen asked.
"Oh, it's not a big deal. I want you to ask for a couplet from Yan Ruxing." Wang Dong said.
"Uncle Yan? Couplet?" Xue Chen was a little confused.
Seeing that Xue Chen didn't seem to understand, Wang Dong explained in detail that nowadays, in stores, especially those related to traditional culture, it is popular to hang handwritten couplets on red paper and black ink during the Spring Festival, which can give people a high-end atmosphere.
a feeling of.
"When it comes to who can write couplets well, Yan Ruxing is the number one in the antique circle. He is very popular. Dozens or hundreds of people request couplets every year."
"I seem to have heard that Uncle Yan's official calligraphy is pretty good, and he has already entered the palace, but I have never seen it." Xue Chen thought for a moment, then asked, "Isn't it just a couplet, then go and ask for it
Just one couplet, why did you ask me to come here specifically? Although Uncle Yan always glares at you, I think a couplet is not enough to refuse to agree."
Wang Dong smiled bitterly: "Hey, you don't know, just because his couplets are well written and full of spirit, every year during the Spring Festival, more and more people come to Mr. Yan to ask for couplets. I heard that last year Boss Yan
It took three days just to write the couplets. Two of my brushes were bald. I was so tired that I almost vomited blood and was admitted to the hospital. I had announced earlier today that I could write up to five couplets for people. It would be impossible to add one more. I
After thinking about it, I feel that I may not have that much face, so I asked you to come here, and Yan Ruxing will definitely give me face if you take action."
"There is such a thing..." Xue Chen was dumbfounded for a while, and then laughed. Thinking that it took three days to write couplets for people, it was indeed quite depressing. It's no wonder that Yan Ruxing limited himself to five couplets this year.
"Come on, let's go quickly. Boss Yan went to visit his daughter's family out of town some time ago. He only came back yesterday. If he went late, he might not be able to grab it." Wang Dong urged.
Xue Chen didn't pay much attention to couplets, but seeing that Wang Dong seemed to care a lot, he left the store with him and drove to Wanrui Antique Store.
When he went upstairs, Wang Dong showed a wry smile to Xue Chen.
There were thirty people, it was very lively, they were basically from the antiques and collection circles, and most of them knew each other.
Xue Chen thought to himself, could these people come here to ask for couplets?
Seeing Xue Chen and Wang Dong coming up, someone smiled and said loudly: "Xue Chen, Fatty Wang, are you two here to join in the fun and want to buy a couplet written by Boss Yan?"
Well, Xue Chen knew it as soon as he heard this person speak. He was really right. It seemed that many people were here to ask for a couplet.
Yan Ru was sitting on the sofa in the middle of the row, with a little girl of six or seven years old leaning in his arms. He smiled and squinted his eyes, and said in a helpless but slightly proud tone: "Dear old friends, are you interested?
I wrote randomly, I'm very happy, but my muscles and bones really can't stand it. Last year, I spent three days writing the couplets. After I finished writing the couplets, I went to the hospital to get water. This year, I can't do it. I've said it before.
Well, this year, I can write up to five couplets, and there won’t be one more.”
Cai Yuanming laughed heartily: "Old Yan, you said you would only write five paintings, but look, there are so many guests here today. What are you going to do? Who do you write for? Who do you not write for? Be careful of chilling your friend's heart. Why don't you write?
Yes, no matter how many paintings you write, my share...is indispensable! Haha."
"Hi, Lao Yan, I greeted you half a month ago."
"Boss Yan..."
For a moment, everyone spoke together.
"Oops, let's see what Boss Yan does now. He might easily offend others." Wang Dong muttered.
Xue Chen glanced at Yan Ruxing and saw that he was sitting firmly on Mount Tai. He didn't seem to be very embarrassed. He thought that Yan Ruxing had already thought of a countermeasure.
Yan Ruxing waved his hand and narrowed his eyes with a smile: "It's hard for me to decide, who should I write to and who should I write to? However, I already have an idea. Let another person decide who to write to."
"Who?" everyone asked in unison.
"Of course... she is my precious granddaughter." Yan Ruxing dotingly touched the face of the little girl in his arms. (To be continued)