Entertainment: Let You Do A Side Job And Set Up A Stall To Tell Fortunes?

In the conference hall, with the appearance of that voice, everyone's eyes focused outside the hall.

Outside the hall door, a middle-aged man wearing business formal attire was standing there with a calm expression, his eyes looking directly at the picture of a female fairy in Yang Lin's hand.

None of the media present expected that what was originally just an ordinary explanation and clarification would suddenly develop into another strange direction.

The middle-aged man also noticed the strange looks from everyone at the scene, and quickly explained:

"Don't get me wrong, I am Zheng Hanqing, the president of the Eastern Guangdong Collectibles Association. It just so happens that our association is holding a collection exchange meeting in the hall next to yours today."

"I just saw that gentleman's wonderful paintings, and my mother is devoted to the Tao, so she thought of inviting such a female fairy to her home."

"I just don't know which Taoist Yuanjun is in Mr.'s painting."

After listening to the middle-aged man's explanation, everyone couldn't help but have weird expressions on their faces as they suddenly realized.

The person in the painting was obviously Yang Lin's senior sister, but that person actually thought she was a Taoist immortal.

Everyone couldn't help but turn their attention to Yang Lin.

The next second Yang Lin slowly spoke:

"President Zheng has misunderstood. The person in the painting is not a Taoist master, but a poor Taoist senior sister."

"So that's it. I'm being rude."

"But Taoist priest, your painting skills are so extraordinary. If I have the chance, I hope to have the opportunity to ask you for a painting in person."

After saying this, Zheng Hanqing turned around and left very politely, and walked towards the hall beside him.

After he left, all the media reporters at the press conference couldn't help but look at each other.

When things have reached this point, the press conference seems to have come to an end, and the previous rumors on the Internet have been disproven.

Even the three fans in the live broadcast room calmed down one by one. Only the fairy in the painting could not be forgotten for a long time.

To be fair, if they really had to choose between Boss Yang, Reba, Liu Tianxian, and the fairy in the painting, they would most likely choose the fairy.

Just when everyone was sighing, a loud noise suddenly came from the hall next to it.

In an instant, the expressions of everyone present changed suddenly.

"What's going on? What was that sound just now?"

"It sounded like gunshots."

"How is it possible? How could there be gunshots here?"

Before anyone could figure out what happened, the loud noise just now was heard again.

At the same time, there were waves of exclamations from men and women.

At this moment, everyone was finally sure that the loud noise just now was the sound of a gun.

Immediately, the media reporters present got under the table.

"It seems to be coming from the hall next to it."

"Yes, yes, but aren't the people in the next hall from the Collectibles Association? Why are there gunshots?"

"Is it possible that someone was robbed with a gun? After all, collectibles are very expensive."

"It's really possible."

"Then what should we do now, do we want to go out?"

"You're crazy. What if those gangsters get jealous?"

"Don't go out yet, call the police first."

.....

While these media reporters were in chaos, a masked man wearing a gangster hood and holding an AK suddenly walked in from outside the hall.

When he saw the people in the hall, he was stunned for a moment. Obviously, he did not expect that there were so many people next door to the target hall.

"What's going on here? Is it an auction?"

As he spoke, he looked at Yang Lin at the top. After seeing the scroll in his hand, his eyes lit up instantly.

"I didn't expect that there are good things here. If you can put them up for auction here, they will definitely be more valuable than the ones next door."

As soon as he finished speaking, he walked towards Yang Lin on the stage with his AK in hand.

"Boy, give me the painting in your hand, hand over the other auction items as well, then roll to the corner and hold your head."

Suddenly hearing these words from this ruthless gangster, Yang Lin was stunned for a moment, and then couldn't help but laugh.

"Brother, are you in the wrong place? This is not an auction, this is a press conference."

"Press conference? Who are you lying to? Isn't what you are holding an antique?"

After hearing what he said, Yang Lin immediately realized that the other party had misunderstood, but he was too lazy to explain.

Looking at the firearm in the opponent's hand, a cold light flashed through his eyes.

The next second he took a step forward.

And his move immediately alerted the gangsters on the opposite side.

"If you don't squat down, I'm going to shoot you."

However, how could he scare Yang Lin? With the gangster's nervous expression, he took another step forward.

At this moment, he was less than 10 meters away from the gangster.

When the media reporters in the audience noticed this scene, their palms became sweaty.

"Is Yang Lin crazy? He has a gun in his hand."

"If he continues like this, sooner or later the gangsters will be angered."

"It's just, isn't it just a painting? Just give it to someone else. It's not a real antique anyway."

"That's an AK. If it's hit from the front, you probably won't be able to save it."

"It's so unlucky. I didn't look at the almanac when I went out. How could I encounter something like this?"

"It was obviously meant to be entertainment news, but it turned into social news."

...

Just when everyone was frightened, it seemed that the gangster couldn't stand the inexplicable sense of oppression brought by Yang Lin.

With a trembling hand, he pulled the trigger, and immediately a bullet was shot straight towards Yang Lin.

Hearing the sound of gunshots, everyone in the audience turned pale with fright and couldn't help but scream in surprise.

In their opinion, Yang Lin may have some special talents, but after all, he is a mortal body, so how can he withstand bullets.

After just waiting for a long time, they didn't seem to hear the sound of bullets hitting.

One of the more daring reporters couldn't help but be curious and stuck his head out of the table.

The next second he saw Yang Lin standing opposite the gangster like nothing happened.

As for the ruthless gangster, he stepped back step by step with his gun in hand, as if he had seen a ghost.

Seeing this scene, he was immediately confused.

It was obvious that the person holding the gun was a gangster, but why was he the one who was afraid?

Just when he couldn't figure out what had just happened, the gangster pulled the trigger again.

In an instant, a series of gunshots rang out in the conference hall, and each shot seemed to hit everyone's heart.

They could almost imagine what it would be like to be hit head-on by so many bullets.

But when they looked at the stage from the gap, the scene in front of them made them all open their mouths.

Yang Lin was still the same as before, but the gangster had collapsed on the ground, as if he had seen something terrible in his eyes.

Just when everyone looked puzzled, Yang Lin suddenly took out his right hand from the wide sleeve robe.

As he gently released his right hand, a series of sounds of metal hitting the ground sounded in the silent conference hall.

Everyone looked from below and saw that what fell on the ground were clearly yellow warheads.

Seeing these warheads, they could finally understand the mood of the gangster.

At the same time, they couldn't help but have a ridiculous idea in their hearts.

"Yang Lin can actually catch bullets with his bare hands!"