Employment Guide For Professional Fans

Without Song Pianran at the scene, things would be much simpler.

I called the police first. The operator was a young girl who sounded very young. I said I hit a curb with my car and turned myself in. She asked if it was all right. I said it was all right and I didn’t hurt anyone. The pillar crooked.

She: "Where is the incident?"

Me: "In a large suburb near the east of the city."

She: "Where is this suburb?"

Me: "I don't know the name, the surrounding area is full of farmland, and there is no landmark building."

She: "What's the name of this farmland?"

Me: "How about I ask the farmland?"

She: "If you hadn't asked earlier, it would have been over!"

Me: "...Excuse me, is this the police station? Did I make a wrong call to Deyun Society?"

She: "God! How do you know that I love to listen to Deyun Club!"

In the end, the little girl and I added a WeChat to each other and sent the real-time location to the end.

After posting the location, I slumped on the side of the road and changed her note to "cross talk artist".

After reporting to the police, I called the studio to report the matter, and asked them to find a relationship and must get the surveillance camera of the hotel parking lot. The news on the whole network was about to be released in an hour; finally, I called the car repair shop to come and tow the car away.

After more than 40 minutes, the police uncle came.

I described the general situation: I didn’t know what happened when I was driving. The car suddenly blew out and hit the curb. Write a review, write a review, deduct points and fines, and never quibble.

The police uncle was expressionless and asked me, "Is this car yours?"

I held my head high, full of confidence: "Yes!"

The police uncle scanned me from top to bottom with ruthless eyes. His eyes are like X-rays. My whole body is less than 1000 yuan. .

Under his bright eyes, I felt guilty, turned my tongue, and said bitterly: "It's fine if it's mine! I'm going on a blind date today, and I borrowed a car from a friend."

The police uncle nodded unsurprisingly, and continued to remain cold: "Is there anything else to explain?"

"Not anymore, but I have a question, I don't know if I should ask it." I glanced at him, and hesitated to speak.

"ask."

"Do you like Deyun Club?"

I noticed he secretly rolled his eyes, and the X-ray went off.

While he was taking notes, a small van came rushing up, and two people got out of the car, one fat and one thin, with work permits hanging around their necks.

I saw it, ho!Old acquaintance! "Entertainment Scratch"!

The fat man had a big camera hanging around his neck, and he rushed over in a hurry, leaned in front of the car window without looking at it, and started pressing the shutter frantically: "Mr. Song, what happened to your traffic accident today? Is it because of drinking?" Driving? Are you sane now?"

The thin man caught up with a pen and paper, his head was sweating anxiously: "Master, please ask slowly, I can't remember this!"

The fat man opened his mouth like a cannonball, and fired bullets towards the car window in a "smacking" sound: "Mr. Song, why don't you speak? Are you guilty? Does it mean that there is something hidden behind this traffic accident?"

A crack finally appeared on the police uncle's cold appearance. The corners of his mouth twitched twice, and he shouted, "What are you doing! What are you doing at the scene of the accident investigation!"

The fat man turned around and explained helplessly: "Uncle policeman, you let the man in the car get out! You can't just cover up the perpetrator just because he's a celebrity!"

The uncle of the policeman was so angry that his forehead twitched wildly: "Who are you talking about covering |? Obstructing law enforcement, insulting the people's police, follow me back to the bureau for investigation!"

The fat man was furious: "Why?! There is clearly..."

"Oh my god!" The thin man leaned on the car window and looked in, "Master, there is no one in the car!"

"How is it possible?! This is obviously Song Pianran's car!" The fat man followed suit by leaning on the window and peering in, "Fuck! The information is wrong! Who is there!"

The thin man pulled down the corner of his mouth, and his voice sounded like he was about to cry: "Then how should I write the manuscript?"

"Write, write, write! Write about your mother!" Fatty squeezed this worthless apprentice, scolding him with hatred, "Just write that Song Pianran turned into a butterfly and flew away!"

The thin man scratched his head: "Don't change the dragonfly, there are few butterflies this season."

……

I leaned over and peeked at the notebook in the thin man's hand, there was already a draft on it, and the title was impressive: [The popular idol Song Pianran was in an accident in the suburbs driving a million dollar car!What is the real cause of the accident?Why did Song Pianran appear in a desolate suburb?Who will pay for idols with weak safety awareness? 】

Coincidentally, I know the answers to each of these three questions, but I just pretend not to know.

I cleared my throat, and imitated Song Pianran's polite look in front of the camera, and said, "Excuse me, who are you two?"

The fat man glanced at me: "Who are you? Where is Song Pianran?"

I pretended to be surprised: "You also know Pianran? He is my grandson."

"Grandson?" The fat man stared wide-eyed in disbelief.

Hold!How did you speak your mind!

I quickly found out: "I mean, his great-grandfather is my great-grandfather's distant cousin, and his great-grandfather and my wife-grandfather are good brothers. In this way, I am from his grandpa's generation."

The thin man counted his seniority with his fingers, and finally said: "It's too complicated!"

"Anyway, Pianran and I are old friends. I borrowed his car today to go out to work, and I bumped into it unexpectedly. Alas! I'm sorry for Pianran, my wife, grandpa, and his grandpa!"

I punched my palm with a fist, heartbroken.

The fat man was like a balloon, and suddenly let out his breath in one breath, listlessly: "What a day! That bastard provided wrong information! What a delay!"

The thin man: "Master, is the manuscript still published?"

"Fat! I was staying in front of Ma Rongrong's house and was called here! If I don't send it, how can we make up for the time we wasted!"

Ma Rongrong?The head of the pure girl?There seems to be gossip!

"That..." I lowered my voice, covered my mouth and asked, "Is it convenient to tell Ma Rongrong?"

The fat man gave me a blank look: "Pay less attention to the things that boys and girls make mistakes."

At this time, the people from the repair shop also arrived, and the police uncle stepped forward and patted me on the shoulder: "It's nothing to do with you, just tow your car away and get it repaired." He turned to them and said, "Both, Come back to the police station with me."

The fat man wailed with his face crossed: "Uncle the police let us go! How can there be a boy who doesn't make mistakes!"