Although Fang Zheng said this, he understood in his heart that showing off his wealth? His two dollars are really not enough to show off! Since he can't fight vertically or horizontally, he might as well not fight. When the time comes, he can stare straight at the sky and let others say whatever they want.
. After irritating him, just compare your skills with them. Damn it, no matter how rich you are, do you have magical powers?
As time passed, more and more people came. Finally, those religious figures in strange clothes could not pass by, and a group of reporters came.
"They have all gone in, can we go in now?" Basong urged the driver.
The driver shook his head and said, "Sir, it's useless for you to ask me. We have to wait for the police to give instructions. They will say it's OK."
Basong looked at the anxious policemen and suddenly felt that there was no chance. Then he looked at Fang Zheng, who was playing with his mobile phone. Seeing that Fang Zheng was not in a hurry, he also calmed down.
After a while, the police finally waved and signaled that other vehicles could come along.
The taxi slowly drove forward, and the driver said as he drove: "You two, do you want to take a look outside the venue? Or go to Hoan Kiem Lake to have a look? Let me tell you, the venue is closed.
Outsiders can’t get in, and there’s nothing to see outside. Just stand at the door, take a photo, and go back and tell your friends that you’ve been here. The really beautiful thing is Hoan Kiem Lake, our Hoan Kiem Lake..."
After listening to the driver talking a lot, Fangzheng didn't react at all, and Basong's face turned dark! The driver Qingqing didn't believe that they were attending a meeting, and he was still trying to sell them a tour...
"Okay, stop talking, we are attending a meeting." Basong said.
The driver obviously didn't believe it and grinned: "Haha..."
Basong really wanted to punch him when he heard that voice, but he still held back.
When we arrived at the place, the taxi driver asked again: "You don't really plan to stay here, do you? The reporters haven't left yet. You will be too conspicuous if you leave here. Everyone is a Rolls-Royce.
You are a taxi; others wear all kinds of beautiful cassocks and dresses, but you?"
The driver looked at the clothes of the two people and it was obvious what they meant.
Basong looked at his tattered camouflage uniform, and it seemed that it was really not suitable for going in. His old face suddenly turned red, and he groaned: "What are you thinking about? I am the master's follower. I won't go in, I will wait outside."
"He can't do it either. Didn't you see what's written on the sign? Those who are improperly dressed are not allowed to enter. Monks don't have cassocks and Taoist priests don't have robes or anything like that. Even if they have an invitation letter, they won't be allowed in." The driver seemed to be concerned.
This place is very familiar, and the two of them were reminded of it as soon as they opened their mouths.
Basong's claws suddenly became numb. When he arrived, he didn't see Fang Zheng carrying any luggage? It was just a black cloth bag with a monster salted fish wrapped around it. As for the cassock? It didn't exist!
At this moment, Fang Zheng smiled and said: "It's okay, the poor monk has his cassock. Let's go down and have a look."
As soon as Fangzheng got out of the car, he suddenly felt that the situation was a little bad!
There were flashes of lights all around, and there were actually quite a few reporters around! And many of them were taking pictures of him. The dazzling feeling made Fang Zheng subconsciously squint his eyes.
At the same time, he heard a lot of discussion.
"Who is this man? Why is he so young? Where is his master?"
"This monk actually came here by taxi? Come on, how poor is their monastery?"
"You're not here for the red carpet, are you? Oh, I'll go, it's a waste of my memory..."
"Look at what he's wearing, it seems like he's just wearing a monk's robe without a cassock! You can't get in without a cassock. It seems like he's really here to attend the red carpet. Come on, this photo has been deleted!"
"Hey, there really is no cassock! I deleted it too!"
"Together, we were really having a hard time. I thought I could take some surprises, but I ended up taking something like this. Fortunately, I have a digital camera. If I still had to hand in papers, I would be heartbroken."
"Look, the security guard has passed by!"
"Hey, maybe there's something good to watch."
Fang Zheng noticed that most of the people speaking were using YN dialect. Obviously, most of these were local reporters. Fang Zheng, the Chinese reporter, couldn't recognize them. They were all Asians. They dressed like locals and didn't open their mouths. Who knew who they were?
who?
But obviously, most of these people know Fang Zheng!
However, Fang Zheng was not embarrassed. He clasped his hands together and smiled at everyone, then walked leisurely towards the venue.
Basong followed closely and said nervously: "Master, where is your cassock?"
Fang Zheng smiled bitterly in his heart, why must he be forced to take out his cassock? Can't he just wear it?
"Master, please stay here. Can I take a look at your invitation?" At this moment, two men in black walked towards me and smiled gently and politely.
At that moment, Fang Zheng really wanted to turn it into an invitation letter, but when he thought about it, he didn't steal or rob, he was invited here openly, why would he do this? If you have this time, you might as well explain it.
So Fang Zheng shook his head calmly and said: "The invitation letter was lost by the poor monk. The two donors can check the invitation list and they should be able to find the poor monk."
The two people frowned obviously, obviously not believing what Fang Zheng said, but they still nodded out of caution and politeness, and asked Fang Zheng to give his name. Fang Zheng immediately reported his name, and the two people immediately started to use the intercom to verify.
At this moment, a voice suddenly sounded: "No invitation means no invitation. Master, lying is taboo!"
Fangzheng was startled. The voice was so unfamiliar. When he looked back, he saw a man wearing a crisp suit. His hair was slightly gray, and there were crow's feet at the corners of his eyes that couldn't be concealed. His face looked like it had writing written on it.
The word is clearly visible - deserves a beating!
As soon as this person appeared, the reporters who had been preparing to call it a day suddenly became energetic.
"It's Ruan Tianxing!"
"Ruan's Black Gloves, one of the three major arms of the Ruan Group! Good guy, why is he here?"
"Why are you here? Don't mention him for this grand gathering. I'm afraid even the heads of the Ruan Group will come! This is the first grand gathering held by Faxiang Temple!"
"Yes, Faxiang Temple is not an ordinary temple. It is said that there are shadows of the royal family and the government behind it. And I heard that the Ruan Group seems to have been fighting for a piece of land with others, and the fight has been bloody and torn.
But even so, they couldn't take it down. I guess they wanted to take advantage of the grand event at Faxiang Temple to get in touch with the senior officials."
"Not only them, but also the heads of several families have entered before. Who wouldn't want to take advantage of such a good opportunity?"
"But if he goes in, he can go in. What's the point of talking to a little monk?"
"Ruan Tianxing is known as Black Glove. Only the devil knows what he thinks. This little monk must be an eyesore to him."