City: I was reborn and became the top rich second generation

He leaned into Zhou Xing's ear and whispered, "Leader Zhou asked me to tell you that after the Spring Festival Gala, don't rush to go back, go to his place."

"He took you to worship your ancestors."

Zhou Xing nodded after listening, "I see."

It is indeed such a rationale.

I haven't been to Kyoto for 18 years, but now I have the opportunity to come, I must pay homage to my ancestors.

Tang Long left immediately.

Zhou Xing also came to the entrance of the venue and handed over the tickets.

When the staff saw Zhou Xing, their expressions immediately changed, and they all took the tickets, just glanced at them casually, and then politely said: "Academician Zhou, there is no problem with the tickets, you can go in directly, just follow the seats on the tickets , if you are not clear, you can ask the staff to take you there."

"Thank you."

Zhou Xing said thanks.

"You're welcome."

The staff also showed a smile.

When Zhou Xing walked into the gate, the inside was already full of people.

Spring Festival Evening scene.

The scale is huge, everyone is smiling and talking to each other.

Zhou Xing just took a glance, and followed the ticket seats to the front.

Zhou Jianping and Zhang Lanfang were already sitting there.

The location is a round table.

There are also melons and fruits and various snacks on it.

A sweeping view in front is the big stage of the Spring Festival Gala.

There are several hosts sitting beside them, preparing for the start of the show.

It can be said that this is an excellent location to watch the Spring Festival Gala.

Zhou Xing did not expect that the ticket that his grandfather arranged for him was actually in the first row.

But since everything has been arranged, we can only sit down.

Knocking melon seeds, waiting for the start of the Spring Festival Gala.

Chapter 430 Zhou Xing's hot search

It's exactly eight o'clock.

Accompanied by festive and cheerful music, the Spring Festival Gala officially appeared on the screens of thousands of households.

After the host opened as usual.

Ushered in the usual choir performance.

At the beginning, Zhou Xing was still watching the program with a little sense of novelty.

As the programs pass by.

That feeling has long since dissipated, replaced by dullness and boredom.

cookie-cutter.

There is no point of view, just counting and counting.

Especially in the field.

The actors on the stage performed hard, but the audience in the audience was indifferent. When the camera swept over, they applauded symbolically and squeezed out a smile. The awkward atmosphere always lingered in the sky.

Zhou Xing turned his head to look at Zhou Jianping and Zhang Lanfang.

Although there was no expression on their faces, they seemed to have no interest in the show.

Failed.

Zhou Xing originally thought that the feeling could be different at the scene.

The result was even more torture on set.

No wonder the Spring Festival Gala is not as good as every year. In the past, during the Chinese New Year, everyone was actively discussing which show is good. Now every year, they complain about which show is the worst.

If I had known the result of this, I might as well go to my girlfriend directly.

They are much more interesting than the Spring Festival Gala.

Zhou Xing yawned non-stop as he clapped along with the audience numbly.

............

The Spring Festival Gala continued.

Although the quality of the program is not as good as the year after year, it has already become a must-have ceremony for Chinese people to celebrate the New Year, and there are still many people who watch the Spring Festival Gala on time.

Even boring.

While watching, chatting happily with family members, for them... this is the most precious and warm moment of the year.

It seems to be pretty good to complain about the show with the family.

soon.

The next program begins.

The camera turned towards the auditorium.

Several hosts appeared from the auditorium, with smiles on their faces, using lines that had been rehearsed countless times before, leading to the next program.

however.

The audience couldn't help but take a closer look.

Their focus was not on the host, but on the young man sitting there.

Rubbed his eyes.

I realized that I was not mistaken.

Weekly trip!

It's really him!

Under the camera, Zhou Xing only occupies less than a quarter of the position, belonging to the corner.

But they could still see clearly that Zhou Xing propped his chin with his hands, his face was numb, as if he was enduring great pain.

The appearance is full of contradictions.

"I didn't expect my husband to go to the Spring Festival Gala."

"Hahahahaha... This appearance is simply real in the world."

"He is probably doubting life now, who am I, where am I, and what am I doing."

"Poor my husband, the unrequited appearance in this life will probably have an indelible impact on his young heart in this life."

"I really feel the same way. For the Spring Festival Gala show, I feel embarrassed for them across the screen. I don't know what the director is thinking, let alone Zhou Xing. He is still sitting in the first row, facing each other. coming shock."

"I guess he will regret it, why can't he think about it and go to the Spring Festival Gala."

"........."

Zhou Xing's fame resounded throughout China.

There were not many people who didn't know each other, but now they suddenly appeared at the Spring Festival Gala.

Nor were they surprised.

Ordinary people can't go to the scene. For him, the top rich second generation, plus the title of honorary academician, it is not too simple.

The key is.

Zhou Xing's expression was a little too real.

He made no secret of his dislike for the Spring Festival Gala.

It won the sympathy of the audience fiercely.

The discussion about Zhou Xing became lively in an instant. Although the footage was only a few seconds, it was watched by countless people.

It didn't take long.

The few seconds after his shot appeared, it was widely circulated on the Internet.

Barely under 10 minute.

Zhou Xing was on the trending list.

Then the speed of the rise is jaw-dropping.

As Wang Xiaocong forwarded the relevant report, he added: "Brother, why are you so overwhelmed and go to the scene?"

In an instant, the entry of "Zhou Xingsheng has nothing to love" overwhelmed all the hot searches about the Spring Festival Gala, and climbed straight to the first place.

Netizens chatted happily.

Because discussing these is far more exciting than the Spring Festival Gala.

Many people squatted in front of the TV, wanting to see if Zhou Xing would appear in the camera.

This also led to the ratings of the Spring Festival Gala, which has increased a lot.

.............

Zhou Xing yelled, he didn't know what happened on the Internet at all.

People sit on the scene, and hot searches come from the sky.

But the Spring Festival Gala was indeed too boring for him.

Hache couldn't stop.

How could this apparently cheerful program have such a strong hypnotic effect?

He turned his head to look at Zhou Jianping and Zhang Lanfang.

Zhou Jianping and Zhang Lanfang noticed Zhou Xing's gaze, and both showed a lukewarm smile on their faces.

It seems to be saying in the smile.

You picked it, idol.

Zhou Xing could only smile awkwardly, he didn't know it was the result, otherwise he wouldn't come if he was killed.

If you want to blame, blame Zhou Dingshan, if you don't have anything to give away tickets for the Spring Festival Gala.

Suddenly, I feel that Da Nian and a group of strangers are there to exchange cups and drinks, just to make excuses... It seems to be a very good choice, at least it is much better than sitting here now, like a scumbag .

............

The audience eagerly waited for the Zhou Xing picture to appear again.

Just to their disappointment.

The show went on a lot, and although the camera swept across the auditorium, it was not the area where Zhou Xing was located.

They can only choose to chat with their families again and pay attention to the TV occasionally.

soon.

The Spring Festival Gala is coming to an end.

It seemed that the countdown to twelve o'clock was coming, but Zhou Xing's camera never appeared again.

The audience couldn't help complaining.

This photographer, don't know what they really want to see?

But think about it.

If I really knew what they were looking for, I wouldn't have shot something like this to perfuse them.

Just when they thought that Zhou Xing would never appear in the camera again.