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Chapter 157 The Less Words, The Bigger the Matter

It takes time for news to spread, but in a crowded setting, this time will usually not exceed a few seconds.

In the noisy environment, I couldn't hear what the crowd was shouting. I only knew that they were excited and excited, and they couldn't help rushing towards Yan Fuguang's direction.

There were even people from other floors rushing this way, making it almost impossible for the crew to move.

The boss is actually by my side? !

What kind of bizarre plot is this? !
How should I express my excitement when the boss of the Philippine Awards is less than one meter away from me? !

There was an explosion at the scene, and the live broadcast room was blown up. Some netizens who just saw the news heard that there was a live broadcast here, and rushed here. Now the popularity of the live broadcast room has long been the first on the Lightning ranking list, and even every minute Seconds are still striding forward.

[The less words, the bigger the matter]

[OMG! ! ! ! 】

【I don't know what to say now, but I have to say something to express my overwhelmed and extremely excited mood】

[I don't believe it, I don't believe it, I don't believe it! !Wooooooooow, the existence of Yan Fuguang makes me look like an idiot! 】

[Don't worry, everyone is an idiot, they can't show you at all~]

[Isn't Yan Fuguang a celebrity? 】

[The key point is that being a celebrity doesn't stop people from studying mathematics! ! 】

[How do you know that being a star is not someone else's sideline? 】

[Will you tell me one day that mathematics is also her side job? ! 】

[Do you know how shocking it is that all the apps suddenly pop up for me, talking about the same person? 】

【I understand, I won’t come here if I don’t understand】

[Now I just hope that Lightning will hold on, don't get stuck for me later, I finally ate the hottest melon, which is rare once in a lifetime]

Lightning can still hold on, but the security on the 35th floor is about to fail.

There are more and more people, and the encirclement is getting smaller and smaller. It is difficult for Yan Fuguang and the others to keep the existing space, let alone move forward.

The security department of the building acted urgently, broadcasting throughout the building to prohibit all employees from going to the 35th floor, and specially vacated an elevator for the crew to leave.

Those behind were not allowed to enter, and those who had already arrived were evacuated in an orderly manner. After waiting for about ten minutes, the staff who had been on tenterhooks finally breathed a sigh of relief.

But now everyone looked at Yan Fuguang with a bit of awe and a bit of bewilderment.

Even Zhang Yuanyuan was the same. She had seen Yan Fuguang type on the computer with her own eyes, and she knew that it was a mathematics paper, but she had no idea that it was a Philippine award-level paper.

Even Zhang Yuanyuan, who received the Fields Medal, only knew about it after he became an assistant to Yan Fuguang, because sometimes Yan Fuguang occasionally mentioned it when communicating with the deans and professors.

If you say that the Philippine Awards are still unfamiliar to everyone, let’s put it another way.

If suddenly one day, your colleague was suddenly nominated for the Nobel Prize, and your work has nothing to do with any subject of the Nobel Prize, how would you feel?
The three views exploded, the world view was subverted, I thought I was dreaming, even if I slapped myself, I wouldn't wake up!

Not long ago everyone was laughing and laughing together, but in just a few minutes, the world has changed.

Wei Ziqian suddenly asked, "Will you still act in the future?"

Yan Fuguang turned his head and said with a smile, "Why not?"

This answer made many people silent, but after thinking about it, it seems that no matter what Yan Fuguang said, they would be silent.

continue acting?Didn't that bury a great mathematician?
Stop acting?The entertainment circle may lose a legend from now on!
But no matter who it is, especially the Hua people, they will probably feel that the status of mathematicians is superior to others. They didn't expect that Yan Fuguang didn't seem to take it very seriously.

A group of people walked towards the elevator, but now everyone was much quieter, even the staff of the artist team lowered their volume.

The elevator specially reserved for them had arrived, but when it opened, there was a person standing inside.

Shimmer's person was also taken aback.

"Eh? Secretary Duan?"

The person in the elevator was Duan Lang.

He nodded to everyone and brought the latest news.

"The media has already come from outside. It is estimated that there are still many rushing here. Everyone's car has been arranged to the basement floor. Xiao Li, you can directly take a few of them there."

Shimmer's staff nodded quickly, although he couldn't figure out why Duan Lang had to convey this kind of news in person.

The crew didn't know who Duan Lang was, so they didn't think too much about it, but they couldn't help but look at Yan Fuguang when they heard the news of the media gathering.

It's all for her, right?

In fact, there is no need for "should". Except for her, there is no one here who deserves to be flocked by the media. No matter how popular "Empress" is.

The crew all got into the elevator, but Duan Lang didn't go out, and even followed them to Negative One.

The staff didn't dare to ask, and the crew thought that this person was going to come down, let alone ask more questions.

When we got to the negative floor, we saw the cars of the three artists already waiting here.

Seeing that Duan Lang hadn't left, Zhang Yuanyuan guessed that he had something to say, so he took the initiative to take a few steps forward to separate Yan Fuguang from the large army.

"Miss Yan, your company's car should be known by many media. Maybe someone will follow you when you go out. The boss asks if you want to take his car?"

"Your President Ji is in the company?" Yan Fuguang was a little surprised.

Duan Lang nodded and said: "Mr. Ji is going to the airport, so I can drop you off."

"Ah."

Yan Fuguang called Zhang Yuanyuan over: "You take Zeka and the others back to the company, and I will take their car." He pointed to Duan Lang.

Zhang Yuanyuan also listened carefully, knowing that there are people outside the building now, it is the best choice for Yan Fuguang to act separately from them, and there is no need to worry about Mr. Ji's safety.

"Understood, then tell me when you get home, I guess your schedule will have to be readjusted during this period."

As soon as Wei Ziqian got into the car, he saw Yan Fuguang and Secretary Duan walking in another direction, and his eyes followed their direction involuntarily.

A Maybach in front of the two slowly stopped, and when the door opened, the flashing profile of Wei Ziqian evoked a memory that was about to disappear.

That night in Xiling, Yan Fuguang was also sent back in a Maybach, and the half face exposed in the car window gradually overlapped with the figure in the car now.

Wei Ziqian was stunned suddenly.

Is it the same person?
But why did this person appear in Light Year Technology?

Knowing that he shouldn't care about these things, Wei Ziqian still couldn't help but think wildly. His mind is in a mess now, and his eyes are out of focus looking at the car.

When he came back to his senses, the Maybach had already passed by their window and disappeared in front of his eyes after a while.

Wei Ziqian suddenly asked, "Who was Secretary Duan just now?"

But the car was full of his own staff, and no one could answer his questions.

(End of this chapter)