Government departments had to start cleaning up the mess, strengthening security patrols, management, increasing train frequency, etc...
Fang Zheng didn't know this yet. He only knew that he regretted going down the mountain! Because it was difficult to move even an inch down the mountain!
It's not that there are so many people, but...
"President Fangzheng, would you like to see a doctor for me?"
"Fangzheng is the host, can we take a photo together?"
"Oh, is this the host Fang Zheng? He's even more handsome in person than in the photo!"
"Hello, Host Fangzheng, can you do an interview?"
…
Faced with overwhelming questions, Fang Zheng suddenly realized that it was useless even if he had a lotus tongue. No matter how awesome his mouth was, he couldn't reply to so many people at the same time!
However, Fang Zheng was still patient and answered one by one. Seeing this scene, someone who maintained order at the scene immediately ran over and blocked some space from the crowd to prevent Fang Zheng from being too crowded.
At the same time, a man came over and whispered: "President Fangzheng, the scene is too chaotic, there is no need for you to go down the mountain. Moreover, there is no need to answer their questions one by one, just do what you need to do. Otherwise you will not be able to reply at all."
"
Of course Fang Zheng knew what he said was right, but he still shook his head and said: "I know, but I don't have much to do now, so I'd better answer it. Although I have a little fame, being famous doesn't mean
You must know that others must know you and come to say hello. This is not a question of equality. Only out of love will you let them come forward to say hello.
People respect poor monks, so poor monks can't just turn around and leave without respecting them, right?"
Hearing this, the man was obviously stunned and said with a wry smile: "Host Fang Zheng, you are really special. But you don't know how scary it is when fans go crazy. If you really want to answer them one by one here, don't even think about it today.
What are you doing? I used to do security for celebrities. Those celebrities were willing to interact with fans at the beginning, but when the number of fans reached a certain number, they really couldn’t continue to interact. First of all, you couldn’t answer the questions they asked. Secondly, you couldn’t answer the questions they asked.
, more and more people will gather, eventually blocking traffic and affecting other people’s lives. So everyone chooses to pass quickly on this occasion..."
Fang Zheng nodded and said, "What they did is right, but the poor monk is different."
"Why?" The other party didn't understand. Aren't they all famous people? What's the difference? Are monks different from other people? Isn't this a bit ridiculous?
Fang Zheng looked up at the top of the mountain bitterly and said, "There is a saying that a monk who can run away cannot run away from the temple..."
Hearing this, the man was obviously stunned, and then he couldn't help laughing, and nodded repeatedly: "I understand, it is indeed different. People just got in the car and ran away, but you... really have nowhere to go."
run."
Fang Zheng smiled helplessly, and then said: "So, let's do it like this. You don't need to worry about the poor monk. He should be fine here. Besides, the poor monk also has a protector."
After speaking, Fangzheng looked at his protector Lone Wolf, and his face turned dark at the sight!
I saw the big white dog surrounded by a group of girls, each of them hugged his neck and waist, rubbed his head and took pictures, and stuffed him with food from time to time. This guy was eating, and he didn't have any moral integrity. What a wolf king style, etc.
The protective demeanor was thrown out of the window. He actually cooperated with those girls, acting coquettishly and cutely, sticking out his tongue, doing somersaults...
Seeing this, the man asked: "Host, are you sure?"
Fang Zheng just felt a little embarrassed. This was too embarrassing! However, he was still shameless and said, "It's okay. Donor, go get busy."
The man nodded. He was indeed very busy. There were people everywhere, and it would be better if he could spare his hands.
So the man left.
As soon as the man left, reporters, patients, and tourists from all around swarmed in. Fang Zheng was about to put his hands together and pronounce the Buddha's name.
As a result, before my hand could be raised, someone grabbed it. Then a girl came over and shouted: "Master, let's take a picture together!"
Fang Zheng was immediately confused. What is this? Is he throwing himself into his arms?
After taking the photo, the girl said to Fang Zheng with a happy face: "Thank you, Master, I love you!"
Fang Zheng was about to cry. He was being held by others, thrown into his arms, and even teased! This is ridiculous... This is forcing the family to return to secular life and catch monsters!
Before Fang Zheng could react, another man came over and came over: "Master, how about we take a photo together?"
Then this man raised his scissor hands in front of Fang Zheng!
With the black lines on Fangzheng's face, can the scissor hands not block the poor monk's handsome face?
However, this was only the beginning of the suffering. Here, people were taking pictures, and there were people asking questions. Before the question was answered, another question was asked over there.
Under the indiscriminate bombardment of words from you and me, Fang Zheng felt like the world was spinning, and he felt like he was about to ascend to the paradise world.
At this moment, someone actually touched his bald head!
Fang Zheng suddenly turned around and saw people behind him. He had no idea who was doing this!
This seemed to be just the beginning. Someone touched him, and immediately others followed him, hugging each other's shoulders, touching his hands, patting his back, touching his bald head... What was even more outrageous was that someone touched his butt! This couldn't be tolerated.
, but Fangzheng is also helpless and can't escape! He wants to cry but has no tears!
At that moment, a picture flashed in Fang Zheng's mind. There was a cabinet placed in a certain scenic spot. There was a big tortoise on the cabinet, and this sign hung next to it: "Thousand-year-old Turtle, one touch makes you rich, two touches safe, three touches
touch……"
Thinking of this, Fang Zheng's head almost turned black!
At this moment, a hand suddenly reached in, pulled Fang Zheng out, and then heard someone shouting: "Master, help me, someone is going to die! And a man is about to give birth! Everyone, give way, let Master
Go save people!"
Fangzheng was stunned, save people? Someone died? A man is about to give birth? What is this mess? What the hell? At that moment, his eyes became much clearer. When he looked up, he happened to see someone's face.
The one he ran out turned out to be Zhu Lin, the dirty queen whom he hadn’t seen for a long time!
Obviously, those onlookers were also confused by Zhu Lin's statement that the man was about to give birth. They did not react for a moment and subconsciously gave way, letting Zhu Lin pull Fang Zheng away. Only when everyone came to their senses did they
Suddenly I realized something was wrong!
Unfortunately, it was too late, Fang Zheng had already run away, and everyone was helpless.
The two of them ran all the way out of the village, ran directly into the woods behind them, and found a pavilion used to receive tourists and sat down.
Zhu Lin lay down on it carelessly and shouted: "Oh my god... running in the snow is so tiring. Master, tell me how you can thank me!"
Fang Zheng sat on the edge and stared at Zhu Lin, asking: "Where were you just now?"