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Chapter 240: Someone gave me a nickname of two and a half catties [Already modified and available for subscription]

One sentence: Don’t worry, I will return it to you.

It undoubtedly stung Han Ling's already fragile nerves.

There were faint veins on his forehead at this moment, but he still had to be patient and pretend to be normal.
Turning on the phone, he reluctantly accepted Ning Feng's friend application.

An ugly smile forced itself onto his face in pain.

"Don't worry, I'll have the trophy delivered to you tomorrow!"

He almost said this through gritted teeth.

Then, he turned around and left angrily.

"Tsk, tsk, Han Ling is in trouble this time. The trophy is said to be on loan, but if he doesn't win it back in one game, he won't have the dignity to ask for it."

"What about the current situation? Han Ling was originally the youngest winner of three gold medals in the country, but now one of the trophies has been 'loaned out', which is equivalent to half of the trophy for him and Ning Feng?"

"Good guy, the three-gold best actor has become [two and a half kilograms] (two and a half golds)."

"Hey, I feel like Han Ling will have another nickname in the future..."

When people around were talking, they also dispersed.
Not long after, the cocktail party on the eve of this so-called international art conference was held as scheduled.

It’s nothing more than drinking and chatting, and discussing the general arrangements for the conference.

Ning Feng was never used to this kind of pandering scene and found it quite boring.
We took Pang Di to the corners where there were not many people, and tried all kinds of food and drinks.

"Hey, this tastes delicious. Brother Ning Feng, you should try it too."

"Well, this is delicious too. Wow, the texture of this cake!"

Fatty held the plate in his hand and looked around for food.

Just like Ning Feng’s dedicated food taster, he is constantly looking for delicious food and drinks.

Zheng Ming, who had just squeezed out of the crowd, saw the posture of the two people and felt funny.

"This wonderful cocktail party has almost become a buffet when it comes to you two."

"Ning Feng, didn't you get the quota for this conference?"

"What's wrong, Director Zheng, what's the matter?" Ning Feng turned his head and said,
"It's not a big deal, it's just..." Zheng Ming hesitated, sighed, and then continued,
"It's Han Ling's side. Although he has no chance to officially participate in the competition, he asked his superiors to arrange a place for him to accompany him. He said he wanted to go there to pay homage and learn, so it was hard to refuse."

"I just wanted to come over and see your opinion, so that your performance wouldn't be affected by his presence."

"Accompanying?" Ning Feng did not answer directly, but was curious about the meaning of this word.
"Hey, I say I'm accompanying you, but it's actually no different from a cheerleading team. Come on and cheer me up." Zheng Ming waved his hand.
"Oh, by the way, Ning Feng, as a player, you also have a place to accompany you. You can find someone to accompany you and take care of your food and daily life." Zheng Ming seemed to have thought of something.
He spoke quickly.

After hearing this, Ning Feng finally understood.

"That's just right."

"Fatty."

"?" Fatty's cheeks were bulging and he turned his head blankly.

"Just accompany me to the conference." Ning Feng smiled.
"Ah? Me?" Fatty pointed at himself, "Can I go too?"

She was a little flattered.

It was an unexpected surprise that she, a small agent, could be directly named to participate in such a huge international art exchange conference.

"Yes, it's just you." Ning Feng turned his head and looked at Zheng Ming: "As for Han Ling, he can go if he wants to. It has nothing to do with me. My participation in the competition is my business and has nothing to do with anyone else."

"Okay." When Zheng Mingzai received Ning Feng's reply, the big stone in his heart fell to the ground.
"You guys go shopping first. I have something to do over there, so I'll go over there first."

After finishing his words, he turned and left.

"International Art Exchange Conference..."

Ning Feng looked around the noisy reception, his eyes narrowed, thoughtfully...

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After the cocktail party, there were two more days of leisure.

Ning Feng took Pang Di around Kyoto, buying whatever he liked, and taking whatever he liked.
The huge bonus he received from the "Yi Xiang Tian Kai" program team was enough for him to live happily for a long time.

In terms of food, clothing, housing and transportation, except for the third residence, Ning Feng is basically free. After all, housing in Kyoto is expensive. Several million dollars are not enough to buy a toilet in the city.

There was also a lot of additional good news in these two days.

For example, the day after leaving the reception, Han Ling asked his assistant to personally deliver the Golden Image Best Actor trophy.

There are more than ten layers of anti-collision packaging inside and outside, which shows how much he values ​​this trophy.

But it still fell into Ning Feng's hands.

After Ning Feng held it in his hand and looked at it for a few times, he felt that that was what happened.

He left a fleeting sentence: "It would be nice if it were made of pure gold."

Then he gave the trophy to Fatty and placed it in the corner of the rented apartment.

If Han Ling were to see him, I'm afraid there would be a few more bloodshot eyes.

Apart from the trophy, Ning Feng went to Jiaxing and met many so-called big leaders under Yang Mi's introduction.

Handshakes, greetings, casual remarks, Ning Feng said and listened, feeling like he was almost stiff.

Fortunately, Yang Mi came out of the company and treated him to a big meal, which restored his health.

Time flies by and the rest day is over.

The opening of the International Art Exchange Conference is imminent!

End of the month, afternoon.

The traffic in Kyoto is endless,

Kyoto Central Stadium covers an area of ​​more than ten hectares and has more than 90,000 spectator seats, which shows its huge scale.

At this moment, the main roads outside the Ear Stadium are blocked, and only those attending the conference can enter or exit.

Police, volunteers, and even armed guards were on hand to maintain order just in case.

People from all over the world, from all over the world, filed in.

"For the [Performance] group, it will be at the guild hall in the south."

At the entrance of the stadium, after checking the invitation letter, I went through the security check.

The leader pointed out the direction of the meeting hall for Ning Feng.

At the International Art Exchange Conference, each category is held in its own hall without affecting each other.

The most watched [Performance] group was assigned to the largest hall with the largest number of audience seats.

According to Zheng Ming's introduction, it is also one of the most competitive categories over the years.

Ning Feng and Fatty walked into the [Performance] Hall, and the surrounding seats were already packed with people.

In front of each small seat, there is a sign and national flag, symbolizing the organization or country.

At the front of the seats are the players representing each country. Usually there are four or five people sitting there, but there are as few as two or three.

Only at the very edge, where the dazzling red five-star flag was located, and where the first row of contestants sat, was empty.

"Ning Feng, this way."

When they were still far away, Zheng Ming, who had his work badge hanging on his face, waved excitedly.
He hurriedly ran down from the stands and personally led Ning Feng there.

"I've been waiting for you. I've been waiting for you to come."

"Our position is at the very edge, I guess it's uncomfortable for you to see."

Zheng Ming shook his head, "Well, this position is also allocated according to the ranking over the years. The higher the ranking, the more central the position. We are in the last place, so we are assigned to the far side."

"Even the seats occupied are the fewest."

"But you are the only contestant, so it's useless to have so many spectator seats."

(End of this chapter)