Chapter 474

Yanjing.

At this time in Yanjing, the sky was starting to get dark, and people with excited faces could be seen everywhere.

There are still about 10 hours until the opening ceremony, but many people have already taken to the streets, singing and dancing.

Audiences came from afar after taking an international flight of more than ten hours.

People gathered from all over the country.

"If you survive a catastrophe, you will be blessed later...I came to Yanjing, and today this is the center of the world..."

Luo Hongyi and Faxiao were excited at this time. After experiencing the catastrophe, he saw many things in a broad perspective.

He didn't bring Qian with him whether he was alive or dead. When he came to Yanjing, where everyone was watching, watching the barrage, he responded to every request and got up at 4 a.m. to watch the flag-raising.

But what he was most concerned about was that he never got an answer.

Who is the whistleblower...

This is very important to them who have experienced catastrophe.

However, with the denial of Mr. Zhang, the drone, it became like a mystery.

Some people say that it is actually Mr. Zhang.

But some people say that there is actually someone behind Mr. Zhang, and the whistleblower is this person behind him.

Luo Hongyi believes that the biggest possibility is the son of Mr. Zhang's friend, a young man who can stand on the deck of an aircraft carrier.

However, everything is just speculation, and there is no response from the parties or officials, and it seems to have disappeared recently.

Therefore, although many curious people are curious about this, they have no way to verify it.

But for people like Luo Hongyi who survived the catastrophe, they must find the whistleblower, and there is no way to repay the life-saving grace.

A special search agency has even been set up to search for clues.

"Brother Yi... Do you think we could have stood here without warning?" The figure next to him spoke with some emotion.

The majesty of the Great Wall and the prosperity of Yanjing in front of you.

"cannot."

Luo Hongyi shook his head firmly. Sichuan and Chongqing areas like to take naps. If there was no reminder, many people would probably sleep under the eaves.

Their house has become a ruin.

Therefore, many people know that if there is no warning, many people will definitely sleep underground, their wives and children will be separated, and life and death will be separated.

How ungrateful it makes them.

They have even written a blood letter, begging the official to announce it, but it is like nothing has happened yet.

There are actually not a few people like Luo Hongyi. Coming to Yanjing is like a pilgrimage.

Cheng Jiayi and Peng Li walked together, with Yingzhu cochlear implants hanging on Peng Li's ears.

The two of them came to Yanjing yesterday, feeling extremely excited. They were holding tickets for the opening ceremony in the evening.

The tickets were suddenly received by them a month ago.

The sender is the event director team.

"I just can't figure out why the event director team sent it to us?" Cheng Jiayi was actually a little confused.

"When I was checking information yesterday, I made a surprising discovery. I don't know if it is true?" Peng Li thought for a while and said.

When she came to Yanjing, she was excited, but she was full of doubts about the source of the tickets.

Therefore, during this period of time, she and Cheng Jiayi have been looking for why the tickets were mailed to them.

But yesterday, she suddenly made a discovery.

"Say, I'm so anxious." Cheng Jiayi urged.

"This performance, according to the disclosed information, is an extremely shocking performance, and it seems that drones will be used..." Peng Li did not sell the show anymore, but spoke with a somewhat excited tone.

But just after she finished speaking, Cheng Jiayi said with a somewhat puzzled tone: "Crying drone? You are too far-fetched. The singing drone has a commercial performance team, and it seems to be called Qinggang drone. Performance Company.”

Cheng Jiayi knew everything about the Crying Drones, so as soon as Peng Li's words came out, she basically went through them in her mind without shaking her head.

"If it were that simple, we would already know who sent it." Peng Li responded, shaking her head with a wry smile.

Looking at Cheng Jiayi with curious eyes, he paused slightly and spoke again:

"The director of this performance is Liu Yifei, and I found that in some early photos... I saw a person..."

"Who?" Cheng Jiayi suddenly became interested and looked at her best friend with bright eyes.

"Idol."

Peng Li's tone suddenly changed, and her tone was full of admiration.

With that said, he took out his mobile phone and handed it to Cheng Jiayi. Cheng Jiayi quickly took it and started reading it immediately.

It is obvious that this is a perspective from outside the main hall, on the top of a mountain, with mist in the distance.

Liu Yifei's coat was knotted naturally and wrapped around her waist. She was admiring the beautiful scenery in the distance. Her perfect profile made Cheng Jiayi a little envious.

However, her eyes were fixed on a figure leaning on the railing not far away.

The other person's face was very childish, but she recognized him immediately.

"Idol?" Cheng Jiayi blurted out, but she looked a little hesitant: "Is it possible it's a coincidence?"

"It's unlikely. If you think about it, Liu Yifei is the spokesperson of the Ming Cry Drone, has been drumming against the current for two consecutive years, and is the director of the show. It's impossible to really send it by mistake." Peng Li shook her head firmly. .

If one is a coincidence, then multiple coincidences together mean that they are not coincidences.

A glimpse inside the photo.

The spokesperson of Mingti UAV, for two consecutive years, wore red clothes and beat drums to swim upstream during the Dragon Boat Festival.

Others do not know some details of Mingti UAV, but the two of them are collecting relevant information about Mingti UAV and related companies all the time.

"My God... this ticket..." Cheng Jiayi was excited and her expression was uncontrollable.

This was sent to her by the idol.

I feel that the whistleblower is the idol... Cheng Jiayi became more and more excited as her mind was opened.

"It turns out that this is the idol I want to be a fan of for life."

Cheng Jiayi couldn't help shouting. This is not a simple ticket, but the idol still remembers them.

Peng Li, who was standing aside, raised her mouth slightly, feeling the sound of the current of the Yingzhu cochlear implant because the sound was too loud.

And next to her, many media had already gathered. When they saw Cheng Jiayi's open hands and loud shouts, the youthful and wanton scene of flying.

The eyes of the photographers brightened up, and without saying a word, the photos and shooting were carried out simultaneously.

Some reporters swarmed over and surrounded Cheng Jiayi and Peng Li.

"Hello, can I interview you?"

"Hello, we are from Sina.com. Can we do a simple interview?"

"Hello, we are from the Central Radio and Television Station. We would like to ask, who is your favorite idol? Can you tell us?"

Microphones crowded in front of Cheng Jiayi, making Chen Jiayi a little stunned, but she was not stage-frightened.