entertainment police

Chapter 691

Sunrise and sunset, bustling.

For the vast majority of people in this world, the sun setting just means that an ordinary day has passed, but for Cui Yingbo whose son was arrested, it is tantamount to squatting on the fire pit all the time.

fidgeting!

Even though the police had told him that his son Cui Jiashu should be fine, but after all, it was related to the murder case, and the degree of harmlessness is really debatable.

What's more, who cares about the children, locked up in that kind of place, as a father, how can he really feel at ease.

But Cui Yingbo still didn't run to the criminal police team again, it was his face that caused the trouble, if he really went again, it was nothing more than making trouble for others and himself.

Cui Yingbo is very aware of the power of those all-pervasive reporters, and he will never underestimate it. After all, the lessons learned from the past are still vivid in his memory.

Similarly, Cui Yingbo did not go to the commendation symposium.

It was indeed an occasion to show your face, which to a certain extent meant official approval, and no matter how many people wanted to squeeze in, they couldn't squeeze in.

But he is no longer young, and he doesn't have such a strong sense of professionalism, so he can put his son aside with a calm face.

Even though he was just waiting stupidly, Cui Yingbo still chose to lock himself in the house and postponed all the recent trips.

The whole day, without a drop of water, Cui Yingbo just sat quietly on the sofa, staring straight at the phone screen.

From eight o'clock in the morning to now, the cell phone rang 33 times, including work, entertainment, and greetings from Cui Jing and others, but there was no news from the police.

Anxiety, restlessness, and all kinds of negative emotions piled up and spread in the bottom of my heart.

"Dang dang dang."

At this moment, the screen of the mobile phone lit up, and the ringtone that came with the system rang again.

Cui Yingbo's reaction was as quick as eight o'clock in the morning, and before he even had time to read the caller ID, he picked up the phone from the table like lightning.

Unfortunately, it's not the police force.

Ex-wife.
Cui Yingbo couldn't help feeling disappointed.

It seems that this woman living abroad finally saw the news that her son had been arrested.

It was Cui Yingbo who left a message to inform, and this is also the right to know that a mother should have.

The expected quarrels and complaints swept through, just like many years ago. Cui Yingbo only felt very tired, and finally hung up the phone voluntarily.

A pang of hunger hit, Cui Yingbo shook his drowsy head, and finally decided to get himself something to eat. At this moment, he couldn't let himself fall down.

A few minutes later, Cui Yingbo put simple fried rice with eggs and a cup of hot milk on the coffee table, and Cui Yingbo checked the time. At [-]:[-] p.m., he habitually turned on the TV.

As soon as the screen was turned on, there was a familiar voice coming from it. The standard and stylized language seemed to be particularly reassuring at this moment.

There is really nothing else to watch on TV during this period of time. This tenacious program is often complained by big guys on weekdays, but if it really stops broadcasting one day, I am afraid that many people will feel that there is something missing in their lives. Cui Yingbo is one of them.

Read while eating, what is said in it is not important, what is needed is the atmosphere.

Cui Yingbo was eating fried rice, and suddenly, "Today, the No. 14th Spiritual Civilization Construction 'Five One Project' commendation symposium was held in Beijing", which caught his attention.

Cui Yingbo looked up at the TV involuntarily. After the announcer made a quotation, the screen shifted to the venue.

Today's meeting was broadcast on the news, yes, it was broadcast normally, so it's strange that the news of the freshman meeting was not broadcast.

"XXX attended and spoke, he noted. Stressed"

"Fully affirmed the achievements made in the construction of spiritual civilization, and placed ardent hopes on the vast number of literary and art workers, and provided important guidelines for us to do a good job in literary and artistic work in the new situation."

Very good, still a familiar melody.

The camera swept across the audience, and showed some close-ups of the participants from various propaganda fronts. After seeing a few familiar faces on the literary and artistic interface, Cui Yingbo couldn't help but feel a little regretful.

Even when he was in the limelight back then, he never received such official recognition. It's a pity that he couldn't be there in person this time.

"At the meeting, 16 advanced units of organizational work and 67 award-winning works were commended, and some award-winning representatives made speeches..."

Just when Cui Yingbo was going to continue to bury his head in eating, a scene of "part of the award-winning representatives speaking" made him stunned suddenly, and the hand holding the chopsticks froze in mid-air, motionless.

Why does that young man in police uniform standing behind the podium and talking eloquently look so familiar?

Although the camera flashed by in only a few seconds, the not-so-large 65-inch TV screen was enough for Cui Yingbo to see clearly.

Isn't this the guy I met on the plane yesterday? ? ?

How could he be here?

Of course, Cui Yingbo did not forget what kind of program this is, the news broadcast!

So Cui Yingbo felt very absurd that a person he met at random appeared in this scene, even if the shot was only a few seconds!
But after the scene calmed down, Cui Yingbo felt that he had made a big deal out of a molehill.

He admitted yesterday that he is an insider. As a meeting to honor literary and artistic workers, it is logical to appear here?

"He said he was a singer, so", Cui Yingbo recalled the list of winners in the song category.

Although there are a total of 67 award-winning works, it is impossible for Cui Yingbo to remember all of them, but it is impossible for him not to focus on the ten award-winning works in the song category.

What's more, five of the ten songs have the same lyrics, music and singer. Min Xue, excluding his own song, there are only four songs to remember.

However, after thinking about it, Cui Yingbo was even more confused.

Although Cui Yingbo, the singers of the remaining four songs, is not familiar with all of them, but two of them are well-known seniors in the industry, and it is obviously impossible to be that person on TV.

He's not sure about the other two, but their names should be female.
Of course, Huaxia Chinese characters are extensive and profound, and it looks like a girl's name, but it may not be a girl, Cui Yingbo reluctantly gave himself an explanation.

But to be able to win such an award at such a young age, and to be able to speak as a representative, there is no doubt about the excellence of this young man. Cui Yingbo couldn't help but blush for his "unnecessary action" on the plane.

I'm afraid what I think of as "exhortation" is more like a joke in the eyes of others, right?No wonder the young man became less talkative afterwards
Cui Yingbo reflected on himself, and couldn't help flashing the TV picture just now in his mind again.

Wait, that's not right!

Cui Yingbo suddenly thought, that young man just now seemed to be wearing a police uniform?

So he's not from the circle?Did you tell a lie on the plane?
No no, why is it necessary?
star police
When these two words appeared alternately in his mind, Cui Yingbo couldn't help but slapped his thigh hard, and finally came to his senses.

Min Xue!

He is Min Xue!
That's right, in China, this is the only one that can link these two unrelated professions together!
Once you understand this, everything will fall into place.

One person occupies half of the list of singing award winners. If such a person cannot speak as an award representative, who else is qualified? !

With such a simple and direct answer, Cui Yingbo couldn't help laughing at his slowness and arrogance.

At that time, I didn't rely on my senior status, even if I asked someone's name, I wouldn't be ashamed as I am today.

Judging people by appearance, preconceived ideas, everyone knows that this concept is bad, but it is easier to know than to do.
(End of this chapter)