Chapter 688 Zeng Xiaoxian's Live Broadcast Accident

Nanfeng stared at Zeng Xiaoxian, who was in a daze, and then turned his head to look at Zhang Wei who was carried back to the apartment by them.

He suddenly felt a pain in his trigeminal nerve.

If he had known that winning a prize would cause such trouble, he would rather...

Forget it, there is no such thing as "worse than". This is a prize that I won with great luck. How can I just say I don't want it?

And this is not a small amount of money. This is 50,000 yuan.

Even if the 20% personal income tax is deducted from the prize, I will still get 40,000 yuan, which is enough to pay 3603's rent for five months.

Relax, relax, these troubles in front of me are just the conservation of luck after winning the prize.

Nanfeng was thinking in his heart, and Guan Gu had already started to push Zeng Xiaoxian.

"Teacher Zeng!"

"Teacher Zeng!"

"Ah?"

Zeng Xiaoxian's single-threaded old CPU crashed quickly and restarted quickly.

He scratched his head embarrassedly: "So I was daydreaming again just now?"

"Yeah."

Nanfeng and the other two nodded.

Guan Gu said to Zeng Xiaoxian: "Teacher Zeng, we carried Zhang Wei back to the apartment just to ask you what people like you who have a brain freeze were thinking at the time, and what methods should we use to wake Zhang Wei up."

"Oh, that's it."

Xiaoxian suddenly realized, but then he was puzzled: "But why ask me, Guan Gu, when you have no inspiration for painting, don't you often daydream to think of inspiration?"

"But I can be daydreaming, but the random thoughts in my mind don't prevent me from moving freely."

"Okay."

Xiaoxian crossed his legs and said excitedly: "Since the three of you have no ideas when you get together, I can only let Zhuge Liang come out."

Ziqiao raised the corner of his mouth: "Teacher Zeng, don't be too confident.

"If you come up with a good idea, you are Zhuge Liang. If it's useless, you are at most a Ma Su. "

"Bold! "

Zeng Xiaoxian glared at Ziqiao pretentiously: "Don't disturb this military advisor thinking about countermeasures!"

"Okay, okay."

Ziqiao silently stretched out his hand, signaling him to continue thinking.

Zeng Xiaoxian smiled with satisfaction when he saw this. He stroked his chin, looking thoughtful.

"That's right!"

Xiaoxian's eyes suddenly lit up, he stood up and clapped his hands: "I thought of it!"

Nanfeng raised his head and asked excitedly: "Teacher Zeng, do you have a solution?"

"No."

Xiaoxian looked at Nanfeng, his small eyes were now wide and round: "So, Nanfeng, you really won 50,000 yuan? ! ! "

Nanfeng's excited expression froze on his face, he nodded, and admitted without hesitation: "Yes. "

As soon as he finished speaking, Zeng Xiaoxian's mouth opened wider and wider in shock.

Just when Nanfeng and the other two thought Xiaoxian's brain was going to crash again, he burst into tears unexpectedly.

"Wow~~~

"Bullying! This is really too bullying!

"I won't live anymore! I won't live anymore!"

He sat back in his original position, buried his head in Guan Gu's arms, and cried without tears.

Nanfeng was dumbfounded when he saw this. He was dumbfounded and almost stunned like Zhang Wei.

He couldn't help but exclaimed: "No, Zhang Wei was only one step away from 50,000 yuan and he didn't cry. Teacher Zeng, why are you crying?"

"Nanfeng, you lucky European emperor, I don't want to talk to you!"

Zeng Xiaoxian buried his head in Guan Gu's chest and cried loudly: "This world is so unfair. Nanfeng, you have never bought a lottery ticket, but now you can win the prize just by scratching a free scratch card.

"But what about me?"

"Since I became a radio host, I have bought a lottery ticket every week, hoping that I can become rich overnight.

"In the end, I have bought it for so many years, but I have never won a penny!"

"This..."

Nanfeng looked at Zeng Xiaoxian with sympathy: "Teacher Zeng, have you really never won a penny?"

Zeng Xiaoxian: (⊙﹏⊙)...

"If buying lottery tickets is a game, you don't even have newcomer benefits?"

Zeng Xiaoxian: (⊙﹏⊙)...

"It's okay if there is no newcomer benefit, but there is no guarantee?"

Zeng Xiaoxian: (⊙﹏⊙)...

Nanfeng sighed, he got up and sat next to Zeng Xiaoxian and patted Xiaoxian on the shoulder.

"It's okay, Teacher Zeng, even if you don't have these...but I do!"

He stretched his body and asked in a mean way, imitating Zeng Xiaoxian's appearance: "How about it, do you smell the strong luck from the European emperor?"

Zeng Xiaoxian: (╯▔蓝▔)╯! ! !

"Go away! Go to hell!"

Zeng Xiaoxian sat up straight, and he pushed Nanfeng in disgust: "Can't you let an old African vent his sadness?"

"Teacher Zeng."

Nanfeng said seriously: "I understand why Teacher Xian said before that you always spend money on messy things.

"Why don't you buy lottery tickets with this money?

"You are a high-level intellectual. Don't you understand how low the probability of getting rich overnight by buying lottery tickets is?"

"I know."

Xiaoxian sighed: "I am 28 this year, and I will be 29 next year and will be 30.

"Before I turn 30, I have to be either rich or famous."

Zi Qiao curled his lips when he heard this: "Teacher Zeng, you are talking as if all men in the world can become rich and famous before the age of 30."

"But I am different. I was very smart when I was young. I was a famous good student in the surrounding area. Everyone thought that I would be very promising when I grow up."

Zeng Xiaoxian raised his head high, with rare confidence and high spirits in his eyes.

However, in less than three seconds, he hunched his back again and said without confidence: "But I am just an ordinary person now."

"What's wrong with being an ordinary person?"

Zi Qiao said earnestly: "Teacher Zeng, you must know how to cherish your ordinariness.

"Because this ordinariness at least proves that you have been healthy and free of disasters for the past 28 years. You are so lucky."

He was about to continue to comfort Zeng Xiaoxian, and as if he thought of something, Zi Qiao's eyebrows immediately stood up.

"Hiss... I was almost fooled by you."

Zi Qiao gritted his teeth and said: "Teacher Zeng, you are just an ordinary person!"

"Yes. ”

No mistakes, one song, one post, one content, one 6, one 9, one book, one bar, take a look!

Guan Gu also counted his fingers and said: "You are now a TV host, and you are also the deputy director of the channel, which is more or less considered to be in the management.

"The most important thing is that you have a radio program that keeps breaking records. I don't know if you will become famous, Mr. Zeng.

"But you and [Your Moon My Heart] will definitely be recorded in the history of the radio station for future generations to admire and worship."

Guan Gu said, clasping his hands together and making a gesture of admiration and worship.

[You and I talk about the Yangxin Palace first, and then worship the waterfall...]

Guan Gu and the other two looked at Nan Feng who was singing inexplicably in surprise.

Nan Feng scratched his head and smiled: "I just suddenly felt that this song and Guan Gu's actions just now are quite suitable."

"Alas."

It would have been better if Guan Gu didn't mention [Your Moon My Heart]. When he mentioned it, Xiao Xian sighed even harder.

Xiao Xian raised his eyes and asked: "Did you listen to my show last night? "

Nanfeng blinked and answered the question irrelevantly: "I have been sleeping well recently."

Zeng Xiaoxian's face suddenly darkened: "My show is not a sleep-aid program!"

"Uh..."

Guan Gu pondered for a moment and smiled flatteringly: "Teacher Zeng, your show..."

"Beautiful music, rich content, clear theme, fascinating."

Zi Qiao said on the side.

"Yes, yes, yes!"

Guan Gu quickly repeated Zi Qiao's words: "Beautiful music, rich content, clear theme, fascinating, let us listen to it again."

"Lie, I know no one in the apartment will listen to my show."

Nanfeng and the other two shrugged helplessly: "Then why are you asking."

"Alas."

Zeng Xiaoxian continued to sigh: "My show yesterday had an accident, I know it's not good, but I couldn't help it..."

"I..."

He frowned, revealing a look of unbearable recollection.

"Oh! "

Zi Qiao narrowed his eyes: "Did you curse?"

"Worse, I..."

Xiao Xian hesitated to speak, and Nan Feng and the other two sat up straight after hearing this.

There are not many things worse than cursing in a live broadcast. Could it be that Mr. Zeng has lost his mind and cursed the leader in the program, or said something with distorted values?

It shouldn't be, Mr. Zeng has always been a coward.

Could it be... that the microphone was not turned off?

In any case, if this kind of thing worse than cursing in a live broadcast is not handled properly, it will seriously affect Mr. Zeng's future.

"I..."

Facing the concerned eyes of the three people, Zeng Xiaoxian clenched his fist and hit his thigh hard.

"I hiccuped!"

"Oh my God, so serious!"

"Yes, I hiccuped!"

"Oh my God, this is a big deal! "

Nanfeng and the other two hadn't reacted to Xiaoxian's words yet, and their worried words had already come out.

Nanfeng sat up straight, and he said to Zeng Xiaoxian with dissatisfaction: "Teacher Zeng, you don't treat us as friends. Why did you wait until now to tell us about such a big thing?

"This hiccup..."

"Tsk."

Nanfeng was stunned, and Ziqiao and Guan Gu also reacted.

They looked at Zeng Xiaoxian in disbelief and asked word by word: "Hiccup!"

Xiaoxian complained: "Don't you think it's embarrassing? You didn't hiccup earlier or later, but you hiccuped during the live broadcast.

"And once you hiccup, you can't stop. This is really..."

"Hey, hey, hey, where are you three going?"

Xiaoxian looked at Nanfeng, Guan Gu, and Ziqiao in amazement, and stood up and left expressionlessly. He shouted at the top of his voice: "I'm not kidding you, this matter is really serious.

"Can you respect me a little? What are you going to do?"

"We?"

Nanfeng and the other two smiled coldly, turned their heads and shouted at Zeng Xiaoxian fiercely: "We are going to..."

"Hiccup!!!"