How can you ascend to heaven when you are a star?

Chapter 218: Handsome and Kind-hearted
After seeing the security guard leave, Zhang Wen continued to distribute balloons. Before he knew it, he had distributed more than 20 balloons. At the same time, he also received three opportunities to be blessed by the Star God.

Looking at the long line, he felt that countless fairy peaches were waving at him, just like Sun Wukong coming to the Peach Garden.

Just as Zhang Wen was about to speed up, a young and beautiful woman suddenly walked up to him, blocked his way, and put a microphone in front of his mouth.

Behind the woman, there was a man with a camera on his shoulder.

"Sir, we are reporters from Beijing TV. I was deeply moved by what you said to the security guard just now. Can I interview you?" the woman asked excitedly.

She was originally planning to shoot a few videos at the Beijing Zoo to show the booming tourism market during the short holiday, but she happened to see the scene just now, and a light bulb went off in her head. Citizens welcomed tourists from all over the country in their own way, adding luster to Beijing's tourism. Isn't such news content warmer, deeper and more profound than simply introducing the booming tourism market in Beijing?

Zhang Wen looked at the press card hanging on the woman's chest, then continued to make balloons, saying, "Sorry, I won't accept interviews."

"Why? Maybe it can be on the Beijing News Broadcast." The female reporter looked puzzled.

This is positive news that promotes positive energy, not negative news that exposes cheating. How many people want to be on TV but can't, and this person in front of me actually refuses to be interviewed?

Could it be that she didn't explain it clearly just now?
"If you do good deeds without leaving your name, and don't want to be on TV, you should go interview someone else." Zhang Wen said casually. At the same time, he made another balloon in his hand, this time it was a sun, which attracted shouts from the children around him.

"Uncle, give it to me."

"Uncle, I love this!"

"Uncle, can I exchange this for something else?"

"..."

Zhang Wen handed the sun in his hand to a silent child and said to the other children, "Don't worry, I'll make another one for you."

The female reporter, left aside, felt a little embarrassed. However, this wasn't the first time she'd been rejected, so she stepped forward and continued, "Sir, we're not interviewing you to promote you, but to let friends across the country know how welcoming Beijingers are to tourists. This is a great opportunity to promote our city..."

"Does the capital still need publicity?" Zhang Wen interrupted the female reporter.

"Uh……"

The female reporter's expression froze and she was speechless. As the capital, it seemed that Beijing did not need to be deliberately promoted.

Zhang Wen ignored the reporter and continued to write about the sun.

The female reporter stood there for a long time before she came up with an excuse. She walked over and said, "We don't promote the city, we promote good people and good deeds, and spread positive energy."

"I didn't do any good deeds. I was just entertaining myself. Helping others makes me happy." Zhang Wen said as he took a few quick steps to distance himself from the reporter.

He just wants to be a handsome man quietly, no, he wants to quietly protect the flowers of the motherland. Why is it so difficult?
Hey, if you are handsome, you will attract attention wherever you go.

The female reporter stared blankly at the man's back, mesmerized for a moment.

Helping others makes me happy?

What positive words.

It seems that helping others has become part of their blood. Even when they are doing good things, they don’t feel it. It’s like the blood in the body, which is clearly there, but they can’t feel its existence.

He is such a handsome man with a kind heart!

The female reporter thought.

At the same time, it also made me more determined to report such good people and good deeds.

Not accepting interviews?
It doesn’t matter, if you don’t accept yours, I’ll take mine.

It doesn’t matter if you don’t answer, I will answer for you.

"Brother Liu, keep an eye on him and shoot more footage so it will be easier to edit when we get back." The female reporter said to the cameraman behind her.

"Okay." The cameraman immediately turned on the camera and aimed the lens at the target.

Zhang Wen had no time to pay attention to the reporters, nor did he pay attention to what they were doing, because the reporters would only affect his speed in making balloons.

More and more children have balloons, forming a beautiful landscape in the queue.

The most amazing thing is that none of the dozens of balloons are the same, which shows how high Zhang Wen’s balloon-making skills are.

It's at least three stories high.

Not long after, the Beijing Zoo opened. As the gate opened, parents and children who had been waiting for a long time couldn't wait to enter the zoo.

However, the zoo charges admission, and there are ticket booths and ticket gates at the entrance, which also slows down the pace of the queue.

Zhang Wen's hand speed was also brought to the extreme at this moment. In his hands, it only took a few seconds to weave the long balloon into a shape.

Some children even slowed down their pace to enter the zoo just to get a balloon.

Zoo staff nearby were speechless, wondering if the queues were there to visit the zoo or pick up balloons. They weren't even eager to see the zoo's rare animals.
It’s just a balloon, how could it be so attractive?

Little do they know that in the eyes of children, balloons are really attractive. Animals in the zoo can only be looked at, but animals made of balloons can be taken home.

The number of balloons Zhang Wen gave out quickly increased from dozens to hundreds, and every child who entered the Beijing Zoo received one.

The staff's brows furrowed ever deeper. How could this person's fingers not cramp up after making so many balloons? It was foreseeable that the balloon stalls in the park would be completely sold out today.

However, Zhang Wen enjoyed it very much. The balloons he made became more and more complicated. He even made a few wings, which made the children around him cheer.

"Hey, can you weave some wings for my child? I don't care how much it costs." asked a parent.

"It's free." After Zhang Wen gave the balloon in his hand away, he immediately made another one. This time he used a total of five balloons. The main point was not to let the children down.

"Aren't you tired?" the female reporter walked over and asked.

She watched for half an hour and her eyes were tired, but the other party still showed no intention of stopping. She was planning to chat a few more words while the other party was resting as part of the interview.

"Not tired." Zhang Wen said lightly. The amount of exercise he did now was not enough for him to warm up.

"Do you need my help?" The female reporter wanted to get closer to the man and do something within her ability, such as helping him blow up a balloon.

"I didn't sleep well last night. Can you help me get some sleep? I want a hard pillow and a soft bed." Zhang Wen said.

"Okay, uh..."

The female reporter was delighted and was about to agree when she suddenly felt that something was wrong with what the other party said.

What does "help me get some sleep" mean?
Can you ask someone else to help you with something like sleeping?
It seems that the other party is too lazy to even be perfunctory and just starts talking nonsense.

The parents queuing around couldn't help but laugh when they heard this. They were all amused by the kind-hearted handsome boy's answer.

Apparently, everyone thought the idea of helping someone sleep sounded like a joke.

The smile on the female reporter's face began to fade, and she secretly decided that she must interview this person today.

Zhang Wen ignored the reporter's reaction and continued to give balloons to the children.

Not to mention the female reporter from Beijing TV, even if the news anchor from Huaxia TV came, he would not accept the interview.

No one can stop him from eliminating negative personality derivatives.

But his speed in making balloons couldn't keep up with the speed of checking tickets. Many children couldn't wait any longer and finally gave up their balloons and chose to go directly into the zoo. He could only give the balloons to the waiting children. The morning passed quickly.

Although it is only the beginning of May, the temperature is already approaching 30 degrees Celsius, and the scorching sun hangs high in the sky, making people feel like they are in an oven.

The female reporter had hidden under a big tree on the roadside without knowing when, but her eyes were still on the man making balloons at the zoo entrance.

I used to think that the words "helping others makes me happy" were just something he said casually, but now it seems that he really enjoys it.

"The balloon guy hasn't left yet?" The cameraman came over and handed the female reporter a bottle of mineral water.

"Yeah." The female reporter responded, then took the mineral water and took a big sip, and immediately felt much more comfortable all over.

"This guy is really awesome. He hasn't had a sip of water, gone to the toilet, or rested for even a minute since morning. I even suspect he is a robot," the cameraman sighed.

The female reporter nodded. The key point was that the man had been making balloons for the whole morning and was still very fast. He didn't look tired at all. If it were her, her hands would probably have cramped up long ago.

"I've seen people working so hard to make money, and I've seen people working so hard, but I've never seen anyone working so hard to help others. What do you think he's trying to achieve?" the cameraman asked doubtfully.

"..."

The female reporter was stunned by the question and remained silent.

For the name?

The other party refused to be interviewed and even resisted being interviewed.

For profit?

The balloons are given away for free, and there is no need to scan codes, add WeChat, or forward to Moments.

Ugh!
The ideological level is too high and I really cannot understand it.

"Xiao Zhao, it's getting late. Why don't we try again?" The cameraman reminded him that he had to go back to the TV station in the afternoon to edit videos and write scripts. If he was any later, he might not be able to be on tonight's show.

"Ah."

The female reporter stood up, picked up a bottle of mineral water and walked over without giving up.

Zhang Wen glanced at the reporter coming again, turned his back and pretended not to see him.

I thought: Isn't it just a good thing? It's not a bad thing, so why should I keep harping on it?
The female reporter saw that she was being disliked, and the corners of her mouth twitched unconsciously, but she finally walked over, raised her smile and shouted: "Handsome man, you must be tired, drink a bottle of water and take a break?"

"I'm not tired, I'm not thirsty, I won't rest, thank you for the invitation." Zhang Wen said, his attitude of refusal never changed from beginning to end, even if he called him handsome guy.

"Handsome guy, one minute, just one minute, okay?" asked the female reporter. It was the first time that she was slapped in the face by the interviewee. Although she felt uncomfortable, it also aroused her competitive spirit.

Journalists, never back down.

"No." Zhang Wen said.

Although one minute is not a long time, it is enough for him to make five or six balloons and kill five or six negative personality derivatives.

"Handsome guy, I've been waiting for you for the whole morning. Isn't my sincerity enough? Give me some face. You don't want me to disturb you all the time, do you?" The female reporter even resorted to threats in the end.

"Haha, then you'll be the one on the news then." Zhang Wen said with a smile, "I've even thought of the headlines: Female reporter harasses handsome guy under the guise of an interview, or Female reporter uses any means necessary to get an interview. What do you think?"

The expression on the female reporter's face froze instantly. She didn't expect that this man would be even more cruel than her.

Now is the era of universal journalists. With the popularization of the Internet and social media, everyone can use their mobile phones to take and post pictures and videos to report on what is happening around them.

Once these two titles appear on the Internet, they will inevitably arouse the curiosity of many people, and then she will not be able to clear herself even if she jumps into the Yellow River.

Those who know her think that she is doing this to promote social righteousness, while those who don’t think that she really has bad intentions towards the handsome guy.

Aren’t we used to thinking the worst of people these days?

"you are vicious!"

The female reporter gritted her teeth, threw down a sentence, then turned and left.

The first interview failed, and she made a note of it.

"Xiao Zhao, how is it?" The cameraman asked his colleague who was walking back. Judging from his expression, it seemed that he was unsuccessful again.

"Let's go." said the female reporter.

"Not picking anymore?"

"Humph, he doesn't want to be interviewed, but I'm going to put him on TV. Anyway, I've already filmed him delivering the balloons. When I get back to the station, I'll start writing a report about him. How dare you refuse me? Humph!"

"..."

The cameraman was speechless.

If you don’t want to be interviewed, then don’t be interviewed. Why are you holding a grudge?

Sure enough, women cannot be messed with.

……

Half past six in the evening.

Beijing News starts broadcasting on time.

The news broadcast during the May Day holiday naturally includes news about tourism in Beijing.

The news reports of the past three days have all been about the booming, prosperous, and popular Beijing tourism market. But today, the focus has shifted to reporting on the good deeds and kindness encountered by tourists, showcasing the warmth and kindness of Beijingers and allowing visitors to feel the warmth of this city...

"Huh? Isn't this Xiao Zhang?" Gao Shengqiang was surprised when he saw the young man appearing in the news. He quickly called his eldest daughter to help take a look, fearing that he was dazzled.

Gao Hong came to her father's side, her eyes fixed on the TV screen. She nodded and said, "Yes, it's Xiao Zhang. How come he's on the Beijing News?"

"He went to the Beijing Zoo and gave balloons to tourists there for free, showing the enthusiasm of the people of Beijing. He is such a kind person." Gao Shengqiang sighed.

"I've noticed that Xiao Zhang is a good kid. I wonder how my younger sister is getting along with him."

"..."

……

"Look at the TV, isn't that Doctor Zhang?" Wang Bei pointed at the TV, and the people chatting next to her all looked over.

"Hey, it's really Doctor Zhang. Doesn't he have something to do? Could he be talking about going to the zoo to give balloons to children?" Su Yang asked in surprise.

"I didn't expect Dr. Zhang to be so kind and loving. I misunderstood him before..."

"There's still one day left in the holiday. I really hope it can end soon so I can receive Dr. Zhang's hypnosis treatment sooner. I started suffering from insomnia again last night."

"Me too……"

……

(End of this chapter)