The wonderful world of fast time travel

Zheng Ling stood in front of the screen with a confused look on his face.Why didn't everyone say anything?Not to mention flowers and gifts, but what about the minimum applause?Anyway, he also showed his housekeeping skills.He still clearly remembers that on Children's Day in primary school, his class performed this show and won the first prize. For this reason, the class teacher proudly praised them for a long time.

Although a long time has passed, some of the movements can't be remembered clearly, and he temporarily added his own creation, but after all, the flaws are not concealed. Overall, he gave this performance 82 points.

It seems that it is not his own problem, but the problem of these audiences.Fortunately, it is not a big problem if there is no appreciation ability in this world. In the future, if you have more contact with this kind of cultural performances and edify them, you can still improve gradually.

Why!Zheng Ling sighed, feeling depressed that no one appreciated him.Afterwards, Zheng Ling shook his head again, and dejectedly picked up the shirt and vest that had been thrown aside and put them on.

After Zheng Ling's last button was buttoned, Kong Mao, who had no appreciation ability, woke up. He stared at Zheng Ling for a long time, then gave Zheng Ling a thumbs up, and sincerely admired him: "Talent!"

Zheng Ling breathed a sigh of relief, and he just said, how could no one appreciate such a good performance!So Zheng Ling saluted sincerely and said with a smile, "Thank you."

Kong Mao pursed his lips.

Zheng Ling turned his gaze to Zhou Xiaozhang and another male publicist whom he didn't know well, and they also gave him a high degree of affirmation.

Zheng Ling replied: "Thank you"

Finally, Zheng Ling looked at Fang Gu with anticipation in his eyes.

Stared at by fiery eyes, Fang Gu lowered his eyes, pressed his fist to his lips, coughed a few times, and then picked up the wine glass unnaturally and took a sip after another.

Seeing this scene, Zheng Ling stopped praising him, and quickly pointed at Fang Gu and shouted at Kong Mao: "Look, look, he drank, he drank."

Fang Gu's hand trembled.

Kong Mao turned his head to look at Fang Gu, and Fang Gu put down the empty cup as if nothing had happened.

Zheng Ling didn't look at them any more, and walked to the tea table in a few steps, stood at the place closest to the money, rubbed his hands, squinted at the money on the table, and signaled, "This money..."

Kong Mao smiled, deliberately teasing him: "This money..."

Zheng Ling pursed her lips, looked at Kong Mao with wide eyes, tightly squeezed her pants with her right hand, her heart was in her throat, and she didn't dare to vent her breath, for fear of offending Kong Mao and regretting that she would take the money back .

After more than a minute, after whetting his appetite, Kong Mao said, "The money is yours."

Zheng Ling was stunned.

"Why, don't you want it?"

Seeing Kong Mao stretching out his hand, Zheng Ling hurriedly stopped him with one hand, and quickly grabbed the money on the table with the other hand and stuffed it into his trouser pocket.

"How could it not be."

Kong Mao laughed and said, "Isn't it just a small amount of money? As for this?"

Zheng Ling covered his pockets, glanced at him and said, "Your family is rich, so of course you don't need to care about it."

Golden Phoenix turned its back silently, it was ashamed to look at it, and felt that Zheng Ling had lost all of its face.It's been through several worlds, but the temperament of this money fan has not changed at all.Sure enough, the country is easy to change, but the nature is hard to change.

After receiving the money, Zheng Ling put on a professional smile on his face, and bowed: "I won't disturb everyone's elegant mood," before bowing and leaving.

The four people in the private room watched him slowly exit the door, and closed the door by the way.

Kong Mao hesitated for a few seconds, stood up, turned his head to signal others to silence, then walked to the door, opened the door quietly, and turned his head while holding the door, trying to hold back his laughter, and finally Couldn't take it anymore, thinking that being alone is worse than being happy with others, so he hurriedly beckoned Fang Gu to come over to watch the excitement.

Fang Gu didn't want to pay attention to him at first, but couldn't hold back his curiosity, and finally walked over, and then the expression on his face changed again and again, which was something that Kong Mao, who had been a good friend for many years, had never seen before.

Through the opened door, I saw Zheng Ling leaning against the wall outside the door, pinching the money with his left hand, putting the thumb of his right hand to his mouth and licking it with the tip of his tongue, counting one by one with his head down. After counting the banknotes, I took the trouble to count them from the beginning again, and there were words in my mouth: "one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten, eleven, twelve, thirteen, fourteen, Fifteen, sixteen, one, two..." The head is bit by bit like a chicken pecking at rice.

It stands to reason that Golden Phoenix should remind Zheng Ling that someone is peeping, but no one expected that it would also count with Zheng Ling at this moment, and it has no time to care about other things.

Finally, Kong Mao couldn't hold back any longer, and burst out laughing loudly.

Hearing the sound, Zheng Ling turned his head and looked blankly at Young Master Kong and Young Master Fang standing at the door. Remembering his job responsibilities, he hurriedly asked, "Are you finished drinking? Do you want a glass of wine? Here we come." As he spoke, he stuffed the money into his pocket and took out the bottle opener.

Kong Mao waved his hand and said no, then asked him with a smile, "What were you doing just now?"

"Counting the money?" Zheng Ling blinked. Isn't this obvious?

"How many?"

"Sixteen"

"How many times did you count?"

"Not many times."

Kong Mao was afraid that talking to this person would cause internal injuries, so he lifted his chin and said, "I won't bother you, you can continue counting." After talking to Fang Gu, the two turned and entered the private room.

Zheng Ling frowned, wondering why they came out, but dutifully closed the door.

As soon as the door was closed, Kong Mao walked quickly to the sofa and sat down, patted his thigh and laughed.

In Fang Gu's eyes, Kong Mao smiled like a two-hundred-five. Of course, the corners of his own mouth were always raised, but it was not that exaggerated.

Zhou Xiaozhang and another male publicist laughed and laughed with him the whole time. As for this, he had his own calculations.

Golden Phoenix, who had no money to count, began to broadcast the situation inside: "Zheng Ling, Fang Shao and Kong Shao are laughing all the time inside, laughing happily."

Zheng Ling couldn't help admiring: "Sure enough, this pillar is not called for nothing." Zheng Ling touched his chin and muttered, "What's so funny?" .

Jin Fenghuang shook his head: "I don't know about this, I didn't read it just now."

"Okay, let's not talk about them." Zheng Ling took out a wad of money, slapped the palm of his left hand, winked at Jin Fenghuang, Jin Fenghuang got closer knowingly, and then one person and one Phoenix started counting the money again.

For them at this moment, nothing is more enjoyable than counting money.