After the Bankruptcy of the Supporting Male Lead

Jiang Ying really couldn't associate Yin Ronglan with the word pretending to be a ghost.

Chen Zhan walked towards the dead end, made a phone call for more than ten seconds, and sat back again.

"Reporting work?" Jiang Ying asked.

Chen Zhang said lightly: "If you call Yin Ronglan, ask him to find a software to watch the live broadcast."

Jiang Ying initially thought it was Xiu'ai, but he didn't see the slightest sweetness in the corners of the other party's eyes.

Chen Zhan swept the spirits around him and sighed, "I will fight fakes in a while, so as to give some people the right values."

Yin Ronglan pretended to be addicted to ghosts. This is a disease and must be cured.

Jiang Ying was indifferent.

Chen Zhan suddenly said: "I heard that when Lin Chiang proposed marriage, he wrote a letter."

The calm expression changed instantly, Jiang Ying stood up without saying a word, and also made a phone call. After a moment, he walked in front of Chen Zhang and whispered: "Have a good performance."

She is an acting school, but at the moment her eyes are full of hidden sorrows, showing the shadow brought by the letter.

Chen Zhan rubbed the tip of her nose guilty and traced the roots. The source of all evil was Yin Ronglan.

The director clapped his hands, the host quickly went straight to the stage, and the on-site staff began to confirm whether the microphone and other equipment were working properly.

Chen Zhang is only a special guest, and the position is relatively close. Barely able to clearly see the expressions of the audience in the first few rows...worship and fascination. At this moment, he suddenly felt a sense of social responsibility in his heart, determined to turn the tide, and spotted the so-called psionic scam.

The host once again confirmed to Chen Zhang and Jiang Ying whether there is no need to equip an interpreter.

Just in case, a translator was prepared for them at the director's request.

Everything was ready, the host said the opening remarks, and the audience burst into warm applause.

He took a plastic bag from the director and opened it, containing nearly a hundred paintings. Looking roughly, the colors are different, and some of the painting techniques are skillful and some are immature.

"First of all, I would like to thank the audience for their cooperation and willing to come an hour in advance," the host smiled, and the rest of the words were to the spirits on the stage: "These paintings are from the audience on site, recording their most recent impressions. Dreamland."

The rules are very simple. The host draws a pair randomly with his eyes closed. The spiritual person interprets the deep meaning of the dream based on the content of the picture, and the painter judges who is right.

"Too general." A spirit person said softly.

"Dream can reflect the past, and may also predict the future." Another person shook his head gently, as if disagreeing with this rule.

The host signaled to be restless and further explained the rules: "If there are more than three judges to be the future, the program team will follow up later, and the picture will not be judged and a new one will be selected."

Chen Zhan bowed his head to cover the teasing in his eyes.

It’s a good abacus. As long as numerology is said, it’s mysterious. If all spirits are liars, the ambiguous rules can preserve the face of the program group. Let’s talk about the follow-up later. It can also drive the topic.

No one refuted this time.

The host scrambled the painting and closed his eyes to draw one.

The Chinese surnamed Wu suddenly said: "I am good at looking at faces, not divination."

To tell the truth, in the previous episodes of the show, she really defeated many players by facing each other and went to today.

"Blindly selected works just to ensure fairness." The host said: "Someone will claim this painting later, you can meet each other."

The luck was pretty good, and the first picture drawn was quite clear: several people ate around a table, but the rice they ate was black.

The host asked who the picture was from. A beautiful woman stood up immediately on the field. She looked in her early thirties and had very delicate skin.

The spirits on stage analyze the deep meaning of the dream from left to right.

Chen Zhan was slightly sleepy. He only listened carefully when the Chinese surnamed Wu spoke. The other party's voice was very thin, and he seemed arrogant and cold: "I felt panic and guilt."

Not much else said.

After they gave their opinions one by one, the microphone was finally delivered to Jiang Ying.

Her fame abroad is not small, the host still introduced it again, mentioning the name of the new movie by the way, and finally asked her what she thought of the painting.

Jiang Ying's politeness means that he is not proficient in this aspect.

A male spirit man glanced at her: "Some people are naturally sensitive and talk about things."

It is a disguise to the stage, and no one will be blamed for making the wrong statement.

Jiang Ying guessed a few words casually.

Finally, it was Chen Zhang's turn, because he was the last one, and everyone's eyes were focused on here.

Yin Ronglan, who was forced to watch the live broadcast in City Y, was also watching the live broadcast, calmly waiting for him to pull through the scam and mercilessly hit his face.

I saw Chen Zhan's finger lightly tapped in the center of the painting, raised his eyebrows, and closed his eyes motionless in place.

But it was a special guest. No one expected him to do anything, and the lack of expression made the atmosphere too rigid. The host just wanted to make a round, and Chen Zhang finally opened his mouth: "Sorry, it's just a dream."

"..."

"The people in the painting are not eating rice, but incense ashes, and they are not relatives and friends of the owner of the dream, but the victims."

The beautiful girl standing was somewhat distorted, and Chen Zhang walked towards her step by step. The audience next to him looked at this scene inexplicably.

"Come on, please." Making room for the two seats, Chen Zhang grabbed the girl's wrist.

The host shouted: "This is a live broadcast!"

Where is there a blatant advantage in front of the camera!

"You are a man." Chen Zhan ignored the admonishment behind him and looked at the girl: "I'm still a murderer."

As the voice fell, the field immediately fell into chaos. Chen Zhang came over to prevent the other party from angering and hurting others. The ‘girl’ worked hard to get rid of it. The scarf around his neck fell, exposing his throat.

The unbelievable audience immediately stood up and stepped back.

During the noise and chaos, the security controls the field.

Chen Zhan took the initiative to withdraw from the encirclement, took advantage of the efforts of the staff to call the police, and walked to Jiang Ying to sit down again.

"Is it true?" Jiang Ying asked.

If it is just a man dressed as a woman, Chen Zhang will be tossed for no reason and will have to sue.

The answer obtained is affirmative: "It is a wanted criminal."

Jiang Ying: "How do you know?"

Chen Zhang: "I am impressed by the announcements of several nearby countries."

"..." Jiang Ying suddenly remembered the fact that he grabbed the reward prisoner last year. It seems that some people were chased by the masses because they were stared at for more than two seconds. They mistakenly thought they were also fugitives.

Besides, there are only a few spirits, except for the Chinese who are surnamed Wu, none of them talked about ideas.

Chen Zhang sorted out his clothes, stood up and prepared to demystify, and called on the masses to respond to science.

Jiang Ying saw his calculations and whispered: "Calm down, the program has announced the end of the recording halfway."

After the police arrived, the audience was asked to clear the house for safety reasons, and Chen Zhang was also forced to take the car back to the hotel with Jiang Ying. In just such a short time, various drafts have appeared on the Internet, and the translations are almost the same-"The Last Dreamer at the End of the Century".

Many live viewers uploaded short videos, and the number of clicks increased rapidly.

Chen Zhan looked through each face with no expression on his face, and asked seriously: "Now in this situation, who should I justify?"

Jiang Ying gave him a deep look and shook his head.

Chen Zhan's mobile phone kept shaking when thinking about countermeasures, and there was no accident that Yin Ronglan called:

"I see it all."

"Is it true?"

"Enter my dream tonight, we can win the wedding."

Facing the three uninterrupted sentences, Chen Zhan only answered one sentence: "Do you know how to write "kneeling"?"

The time between the two sides is getting longer, Yin Ronglan must be able to guess the reason, he is much lazy to say. Hang up the phone and ask Jiang Ying how to treat the Chinese surnamed Wu on stage.

"Wu Mi?" Jiang Ying thought for a while: "I think highly of myself."

Just four words sum up the character of the other party well.

Chen Zhang: "I suspect she is not a good person, I want to try to get in touch."

Jiang Ying: "Wanted criminal?"

Chen Zhang smiled and said nothing.

In Jiang Ying's opinion, it is regarded as the default.

"There are many ways to make money," after all, kindly said: "Some shortcuts are not so easy to take."

Chen Zhang nodded to show that she knew.

Jiang Ying suddenly said: "She is a magic stick, and now it is suitable for contact."

Chen Zhan thought of the dreamer's identity placed on the Internet and thought about it for a moment.

The speed at which reporters go to the scene has always been a mystery, both at home and abroad.

Several media outlets have gathered outside the hotel. Chen Zhan greeted him when he picked up the microphone.

Jiang Ying left him with a self-seeking glance, and walked into the hotel first.

Chen Zhan squeezed her lips tightly, squeezing out a word without saying a word, the room rate of the high-end hotel was not paid in vain, and the rest of the media was stopped outside by the security guard.

Out of the elevator, the quiet corridor is a lot more comfortable.

The action of swiping the door suddenly stopped, and before walking to the door, a small feather stuck in the door was gone, and he clearly explained that he did not need to clean the room.

Chen Zhan frowned, took a knife from his pocket, and pushed the door in, deliberately slowed by half a beat.

There was a man sitting on the sofa, and he looked up at him and said, "Come back?"

Chen Zhang only wanted to withdraw the words that praised the hotel's security a minute ago.

Mr. Wu took the initiative to answer his doubts: "One of my personalities will unlock."

"..."

"The performance of the show is good." Mr. Wu was very meaningful: "The dreamer?"

Three words bring out a mockery.

Chen Zhang thought about whether to call the police to take away the uninvited guest. Mr. Wu's knuckles tapped on the table. There was a lot of information on it.

Chen Zhan opened her eyes and frowned. Apart from Wu Mi, there were two other people on the stage who were mixed-race, of Chinese descent, and had a surname of Wu. These were not mentioned in Jiang Ying's message to him.

"It turns out that you are a family crime." Chen Zhang looked at Mr. Wu and condemned the unpopular.

Mr. Wu's attitude is cold: "I don't know them."

Chen Zhang sang a big play in his mind, illegitimate children who were not recognized by the family as being outside. In order to prove the value of his achievements, he gradually grew into a gloomy and vicious youth.

Seeing something vaguely, Mr. Wu's voice was a bit scary: "It's just the same surname, no blood relationship."

Again, this is a coincidence.

However, Chen Zhang thought of another adopted son.

Abandoning the correction of unscrupulous brain supplements, Mr. Wu stated his purpose: "Most of them are stayers with other purposes. Should we get rid of them together?"

He was right and credible, but Chen Zhang did not question it, but stared at Mr. Wu for a few seconds, and soon showed a slightly innocent smile: "Okay."

The author has something to say: Reporter: What do you think of all villains represented by Mr. Wu?

Chen Zhang: A thousand miles away.