burst! A top-level boss appeared on a variety show and was targeted by the movie king

The lounge here is very quiet, and it is not easy to have a platform to build connections, not to mention the guests invited by CCTV, whose status is generally very important in the entertainment industry.

Not many guests would feel comfortable staying in the lounge.

Gu Qingfang looked at the door number that said Zimo Lounge in front of him, and he raised his hand and knocked on the door.

However, after several seconds, no one responded.

Gu Qingfang gently opened the door, leaned half of his body in, and whispered: "Little guy, little guy..."

Um?no one?

Xiao Momo isn't here?

He walked in full body and swept the room.

He took out his cell phone to call Sang Si, but the ringtone rang in the lounge.

Gu Qingfang turned off his cell phone, picked up the cell phone Sang Si left on the sofa and put it in his pocket.

He frowned slightly, where did he go? Why did he even forget to bring his mobile phone?

"Sangsi?"

Sang Si, who had already caught sight of Shen Yan's group from the corner of his eye, paused in his extremely fast pace.

Tsk, he shouldn't have allowed that foodie Qiao Yi to come pick up some of his takeout.

At CCTV, you still can't control your mouth.

As Zimo, it would be nice to go get takeout without being attacked. Sang Si had to take off his mask and reveal his true colors to get takeout.

I hope this group of people are all blind and it is best that they have not watched the live broadcast.

Otherwise, the waistcoat will not be preserved, let's see how he beats Qiao Yi to death.

Qiao Yi, who was squatting in the toilet, suddenly let out a big sneeze.

He subconsciously touched his thick hair.

Strange, why it feels so cold.

Shen Yan was wearing a white suit, with his bangs fixed on top of his head, revealing his big forehead.

This outfit is too mature and obviously not suitable for him.

He put his hands into the pockets of his suit trousers and walked over feeling particularly awesome. He looked at Sang Si up and down with an unkind look, "What are you doing here?"

He looked at Sang Si's clothes and felt they looked familiar. Thinking that Zimo was wearing the same clothes when watching the live broadcast, he suddenly laughed:

"Sang Si, it turns out you are so disgusting. You pretend to be indifferent on the surface, but secretly you have been secretly planning to get in touch with Zimo."

"But do you think that if you wear the same clothes as Zimo, he will be able to take a liking to you? Will he be impressed by you?"

"Ridiculous, naive."

The Shen family has not announced Shen Yan's identity to the public, so when Shen Yan's words fell, many people behind him echoed them.

"That's right, a young artist with no works and no popularity dares to think of Teacher Zimo without even checking whether he is worthy."

"This kind of person is just a scumbag. He does whatever he wants just because he has money."

Sang Si raised his eyebrows with a half-smile, but he thought Shen Yan would see his identity.

It turns out that these are really a bunch of blind people.

However, this is CCTV, and Shen Yan is not qualified to be here.

Sang Si thought of the recent rumors about buying seats in the auditorium.

He suddenly became enlightened and squinted at Shen Yan, "How much did you spend to buy this location?"

Shen Yan's face turned pale, but he quickly concealed it, pretending to be unclear: "What did you buy? Sang Si, you didn't buy a seat in the auditorium yourself, and you still want to slander me, right?"

Hearing this, the others looked at Sang Si with disdain.

Sang Si smiled nonchalantly, with a hint of cunning flashing in his eyes. He tilted his head: "So, Shen Yan, you have received an official invitation letter. I have never seen it before. Shen Yan, you are so If you are generous, you probably don’t mind giving us some insights.”

Shen Yan's expression suddenly froze, and he stared at Sang Si with vicious eyes.

He didn't have any invitation letter, he just paid for a seat in the audience.

I bought it only through my eldest brother's connections.

If Qiao Yi refuses to introduce him, then he will send it to him himself.

He didn't believe that Zimo really didn't like him.

At worst, put a curse on him. Such people are the most obedient.

This damn Sangsi was just trying to embarrass him, right?

Shen Yan was trying to find an excuse to fool him.

I heard a group of people behind me who could not clearly see the situation say:

"Young Master Shen, just show him and let him know how powerful Young Master Shen is. Don't always look down on people because of the Sang family."

"That's right, day by day, how arrogant are you?"

Shen Yan's face turned blue and white.

If he didn't want to show off his power in front of this group of people, how could he bring this group of unknown young artists in?

Now you're shooting yourself in the foot.

Shen Yan wished he could throw these people behind him out of CCTV immediately.

A bunch of idiots, he cursed inwardly.

Sang Si couldn't help but sneer and add fuel to the fire, "Where's the invitation? Take it out and let me see it. Mr. Shen is so powerful, he won't lie to others, right?"

Shen Yan's face turned darker, but there was a burst of booing behind him.

"Young Master Shen, take it out quickly and hit him in the face as hard as you can."

"Just teach him a lesson."

……

Shen Yan closed his eyes heavily, and veins were about to pop out on his forehead. He couldn't bear it anymore: "Shut up."

The chattering people behind him suddenly became quiet.

They looked at Shen Yan's expression anxiously.

Some smart people had already guessed what was going on and quickly shut their mouths.

The strangeness here has attracted some people's attention, even though it is a small corner at the back door of CCTV.

But there are usually many staff passing by.

Several people came from a distance, and one of the girls was the young reporter who had interviewed Sang Si.

Sang Si frowned, picked up his things and hurriedly walked to the other side.

Seeing this, Shen Yan breathed a sigh of relief.

But before he could finish his breath, he heard the girl who came over saying seriously: "What's going on? What are you guys doing making such a noise at the back door?"

The girl, also a young reporter, named Lin Yue, glanced in the direction Sang Si left.

Isn't Teacher Zimo in the lounge?

Why are you at the back door?

Moreover, that side face looks a bit familiar.

Shen Yan didn't know the girl's identity, but judging from the respectful manner the staff behind her treated her, he could guess that the girl's identity was quite high.

He rolled his eyes and thought about it, "I'm sorry, I met someone who had some disputes. Hey, the world is going downhill. Today's young artists are thinking of taking shortcuts and quarreling a few times. I'm sorry for disturbing you." You guys."

Although Shen Yan's expression was sincere, Lin Yue had grown up on a TV station since she was a child, and she had already mastered the ability to observe words and emotions at the age of five.

For someone of Shen Yan's level, he really couldn't fool her.

But Lin Yue also wanted to confirm whether the person she just saw was Teacher Zimo. She deliberately followed Shen Yan's words and asked:

"Really? I don't know which young artist it is. I remember our CCTV didn't invite any young artists. Someone might have sneaked in. Please tell me his name."

Shen Yan felt proud and said quickly: "His name is Sang Si. I think he just sneaked in because he has never seen CCTV. I hope the lady won't embarrass him too much."