National Art: Opening Golden Bell Jar

Of course, if you can't mess with it, it's best not to mess with it.

Zhou Xiaotong glanced at him, "Is there something you can try?"

"Cut," Yuan Huapeng snorted disdainfully, took the beer bottle and poured it into his mouth, "As long as you don't move him... just think I don't have any seeds."

Zhou Xiaotong was silent, she really wasn't afraid of Yuan Huapeng, but if it was too much, the immediate loss would be eaten.

There are only two men on her side, and four on the other side. Even if the cook is left out, Master Chen will call himself a master of martial arts, it won't be too bad, right?

After a moment of silence, she smiled again, "Brother Peng, Master Chen cured the old man, right?"

She really didn't come to Chen Yang sincerely.

She was teased yesterday, but where is the handsome guy?Even if it's a handsome guy who knows martial arts, that's the case.

She went to that tertiary hospital to visit patients.

Mr. Yuan was in a coma for more than two months, and he went through an emergency first aid, but he actually woke up. It was a major event in the hospital. The doctors and nurses must have some emotions: a case that cannot be handled by modern medicine was actually treated by a wild man. All right?

It's so hard to die, this was heard by Zhou Xiaotong.

She was a little confused for a while: Yuan Zihao was in a vegetative state a while ago?

If she hadn't met Yuan Huapeng and Chen Yang yesterday, she would not have been interested in this news at all - it had little to do with her in the first place, and the stove in the Yuan family was already cold.

But with yesterday's grievances, of course she wanted to inquire about what happened.

The hospital actually blocked this news. First, it was a bit embarrassing, and second, it didn't want others to follow suit.

What happens if a patient finds a doctor for treatment at random?No rules, no standards.

Who will be responsible for the problems of those savage bosses?Do you still need the face of the hospital?

But who is Zhou Xiaotong?There are already clues, of course, let's follow the clues.

After all kinds of coercion and inducement, she finally mastered all the details.

It was only then that Zhou Xiaotong discovered that the master who co-authored the treatment of Yuan Zihao was the guy who had rubbed himself with him.

Chinese medicine?Feng Shui Master?martial arts master?Her interest was instantly raised.

So where is the master?Zhou Xiaotong asked.

Because the Yuan family didn't deliberately hide it, she found out about the hotel relatively easily - it's not far from the hospital.

After arriving at the hotel, because the driver had just borrowed cooking utensils, she knew that the master was grilling in the garden at the back.

Zhou Xiaotong was chasing him all the way, because it took a long time to inquire about the news, so it was almost eight o'clock when he found someone.

Yuan Huapeng was very surprised. How could Zhou Xiaotong know that Master Chen helped treat his father—there is no friendship between our two families?

Ordinarily, the Yuan family had a bright face when they found a great master among the crowd, but it was a pity that Chen Yang asked for confidentiality at the beginning of the treatment.

Anyway, Yuan Huapeng didn't like Zhou Xiaotong, so he didn't talk to her at all, but raised the wine bottle to touch Chen Yang, "`. Do it!"

Not long after, the (prepared) rice wine was ready, Zhou Xiaotong silently picked up the wine glass, touched Chen Yang, "Do it!"

Chen Yang drank happily, but Zhou Xiaotong was very reserved. She only drank half of the yellow wine cup.

Chen Yang didn't care about how much she drank, and while drinking, he took out his mobile phone to take pictures of the snow scene.

Yuan Huapeng touched him again, and when he saw him photographing the snow scene, he suddenly remembered something, "What's your scarf number?"

Can we not be so laymen?Chen Yang looked at him helplessly, "Just search for the nickname 'Luohuaji 18', and the following 18 is an Arabic numeral."

"Oh," Yuan Huapeng nodded, "I have friends who are in the media, go back and ask them to retweet your scarf."

"Follow me first!" Zhou Xiaotong finally couldn't help it anymore. She rolled his eyes at him, then looked at Chen Yang, nodded with a smile, "Meeting you again in the season of falling flowers? Hmm... this ID is quite boring."

Chen Yang glanced at her, and said lazily, "It's not illegal to entertain yourself."

Zhou Xiaotong ignored him, raised his chin at his sidekick, grabbed a bunch of freshly baked silkworm chrysalis, and devoured it.

Among her three attendants, one was in the car, and a man and a woman were beside them, but they didn't eat or drink, and just sat there obediently.

The female follower took out her mobile phone, and after operating it for a while, she held the mobile phone in front of Zhou Xiaotong, "There is only one video.".

Chapter 420

Zhou Xiaotong watched the video on the follower's mobile phone and nodded slightly, "This crow is not bad, it really deserves to be the master's bird."

Chen Yang paid no attention to it, raised his wine glass to touch Yuan Huapeng, but he didn't even bother to say "do it".

Yuan Huapeng drank two sips of beer, picked up his mobile phone and made a call, "Erping? Let the monkey pick a few female artists, tell them, follow the Weibo account 'Luohua Shijie 18', and forward it..."

"Well, yes, the bigger the better... What, who is he? He's my boss!"

Yuan Huapeng put down his phone, picked up a cigarette and lit it, and then grinned at Chen Yang, "Follow and repost first, don't talk about whether you are a big v, master, look at the people who reposted, who do you like, I will Let me help you out."

This kind of pimping is not easy to say in front of outsiders, but the old man has made his position clear, what is he afraid of?

But Zhou Xiaotong quit, she smiled coldly, "Big V, don't talk about certification... a big V with 31 fans?"

She didn't know that more than half of these 31 fans were added recently - because of that video.

Yuan Huapeng glanced at her and did not speak, but there was a deep disdain in his eyes.

As long as you have money, how big is a big V?As for saying that there is no content... how big of a deal is that?Find a team to do it.

A big V does not necessarily have to be rich, and being rich can definitely make a big V.

There was another silence. Some people smoked silently, while others drank silently. The atmosphere was extremely strange.

With a sound of "ding", Yuan Huapeng's cell phone rang again. He picked it up and took a look, "Oh no, master, the garrison in the Northeast has received an order that there may be a snowstorm, and we must prepare for the battle with all our strength... Do you want to go?"

Chen Yang sighed, "This... I can't decide."

　 　"Going to the northeast at this time?" Zhou Xiaotong raised his eyebrows and looked at Chen Yang curiously, "Someone is forcing you?"

Chen Yang glanced at her, shook his head, and said two words very simply, "No!"

Zhou Xiaotong continued to slowly eat skewers, drink alcohol, and drink tea.

After a while, Chen Yang picked up his mobile phone to swipe, wanting to see why his bib fans increased by more than half in a few days.

After opening the scarf, he was stunned, "Hey, more than [-] fans?"

He looked through it and found that a female artist named Guo Bingying followed him and retweeted it.

She has more than two million fans and should be regarded as a little star.

However, her comment when she forwarded it was also a bit speechless, "What a cute bird..."

Hearing what he said, Zhou Xiaotong's follower immediately refreshed Weibo and handed over the phone.

Zhou Xiaotong took a sip from the teacup and glanced at the screen, "More than [-] fans... Hey, Guo Bingying is so famous?"

In her impression, Guo Bingying is just a third-rate starlet who has debuted since around 20 years old, and is now almost 30 years old. She has made a lot of films, but has never been popular.

The female attendant whispered, "It's that flower madman who has thousands of pots of flowers at home and also keeps fish."

"Her," Zhou Xiaotong nodded suddenly, with a malicious smile on his face, "The one who went to Sichuan and Tibet?"

There are metaphors in her words, pointing to certain things. Even though she doesn't care about the entertainment industry, she knows a lot of things that ordinary people can't understand at all.

In her opinion, the flower drying maniac who went to Sichuan and Tibet was a representative incident of Guo Bingying, but there were no rumors about it.

Seeing the attendant nodding, Zhou Xiaotong sneered, "Is it something to be proud of to be followed by her? I just feel disgusted."

"Haha," Yuan Huapeng chuckled lightly, raised his hand to hold the wine bottle, and didn't say much.

Chen Yang took two puffs of his cigarette, crushed it out, picked up his phone, and said lightly, "Among the people who follow me... there are too many disgusting people."

"You!" Zhou Xiaotong was provoked again, aren't you referring to Sang and scolding Huai?

She sneered, "That's a rotten woman who is as good as you can, so aren't you afraid of getting sick?"

Chen Yang flicked his mobile phone slowly, "Huh? She looks pretty good, and her figure is okay...Old Yuan, does this woman have a bad reputation?"

"I don't know, I haven't heard how bad she is," Yuan Huapeng shook his head, "I haven't played for many years."

I gave 99 points for this pretentiousness, and Chen Yang secretly praised it in his heart. He deserves to be the second generation under the roots of the imperial city, and he played all kinds of tricks very well.

He nodded and put down the phone, "Then please ask, how much can I make an appointment?"

It's a bit of a grudge, but it's not entirely true, he hasn't known the taste of meat for a long, long time.

Professional, he is definitely not interested, these part-time jobs, maybe even worse, but... Anyway, he can be considered a star.

I don't know if it was intentional or not, Yuan Huapeng glanced at him and shook his head with a smile, "Oh, you are so troublesome..."

The corner of Zhou Xiaotong's mouth twitched, he picked up the glass and drank it, slammed down on the table mat, stood up and left.

Yuan Huapeng was so happy to see that this guy actually left. To be honest, it's really rare to see her deflated.

He chuckled, "Master, wait a minute, I'll call you to ask."

It's good that he didn't say this. As soon as he said it, Zhou Xiaotong, who had just descended the steps, stopped.

She turned her head and smiled, "Brother Peng, it's snowing and it's a little cold. I'm going to live in the south for a while."

"Oh?" Yuan Huapeng glanced at her, nodded slightly, and then waved his hand: Then you go, tell me something?

Zhou Xiaotong smiled again, a very bright smile, although it was past eight o'clock in the evening, but under the reflection of the white snow, her charming smile was very clear, "I don't know where to go... Do you think Xi Ni is good? "

Yuan Huapeng was happily swiping his mobile phone, but when he heard this, his hand stopped in the air, "Xini?"

Zhou Xiaotong stood in the flying snow, smiling like a flower, "Yes, Xi Ni."

Yuan Huapeng was silent for a long time before he snorted softly, "Xiaotong, my old man is pointing at the master to heal, you know..."

"I know," Zhou Xiaotong smiled and nodded, "I asked just now, but Brother Peng, you didn't answer me."

Yuan Huapeng took out a cigarette and lit it. After several puffs, he asked in a deep voice, "What do you want?"

As soon as Zhou Xiaotong turned around, he stepped on the snow and came up again.

She came to Yuan Huapeng and looked at him condescendingly. After watching for a while, she smiled slightly, "Brother Peng, I want to chat with Master Handsome... alone for a while."

Yuan Huapeng looked at Chen Yang and then at her, his face was full of struggle and hesitation.

"Okay, old Yuan," Chen Yang couldn't bear to look at it, "Why don't you just go and have a rest, I'm not afraid of her... Think about yesterday."

Yuan Huapeng stood up immediately and looked at Zhou Xiaotong and said coldly, "Master is related to the safety of my old man... Don't make me angry."