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Zhao?
Everyone was stunned for a moment.
Are you talking about Zhao Jili?
As for why you didn¡¯t go to watch Zhao Jili¡¯s cross talk live, wouldn¡¯t it be easier to explain?
¡°In your whole life, you have only been to Chu Qing¡¯s concert once, and that was just to be a guest!
Otherwise!
¡°With your stingy nature, you won¡¯t go to anyone¡¯s scene!
But the next second!
Zhang Chen directly revealed the answer.
"Actually, I went, but there was a sign at the door that said: Non-swimming association members should enter with caution."
Seeing this sentence, many people felt that Monk Zhang Er was confused.
But immediately, some netizens with flexible minds interpreted Zhang Chen¡¯s meaning perfectly.
"Pfft! Brother Chen, does this mean that Teacher Zhao cured all those prostate patients?"
"Damn it! God even peed!"
"What kind of urine do you have to pee to have this effect?"
¡°666666!¡±
"Is it because people from the swimming association are letting people in because they are afraid of being drowned if they can't swim?"
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Zhao Jili, who had just finished editing Weibo, started to tremble with his fingers.
If possible, he would like to stab Zhang Chen to death with one finger.
But the facts tell him
Let alone one finger, even if it were ten fingers, he wouldn't be able to poke Zhang Chen to death.
So, he had no choice but to poke the screen and exit Weibo.
Out of sight out of mind!
He lay down on the bed and covered himself with quilt, ready to catch up on his sleep.
But just after a while, one of his disciples ran over and knocked on his door.
"Master is in trouble, that Zhang Chen is causing trouble on Weibo again!"
Inside the room.
"Grass!"
As soon as Zhao Jili closed his eyes, he became angry instantly.
Who is this bastard who is so blind?
¡°I wonder if he has been sleeping in the room all this time just to avoid Zhang Chen?
The next second!
He just put the quilt over him!
As long as I hide in the quilt, the quilt is my whole world!
What happens outside has nothing to do with me!
But as soon as he comforted himself like this, the knock on the door became louder.
Bang bang bang!
The movement was like beating a drum, attracting many people.
Soon, all Zhao Jili¡¯s disciples gathered.
"What's going on? Master, didn't you hear it?"
"Damn it! Is something going to happen to Master?"
"Paralysis! Zhang Chen must have been so angry that he vomited blood!"
"It's very possible! Hurry! Find a way to open the door!"
A group of disciples tried their best to knock on the door, smashed the door, and called Master desperately.
Soon, all the people from the Folk Art Association gathered at the door of Zhao Jili's room.
"How to do how to do?"
"Old Zhao won't be confused, right?"
"The person named Zhang must die a good death!"
"Stop talking about that, think of a way to open the door first!"
"Break the door! Break the lock!"
While these people were discussing, they were thinking of some unreasonable ways.
finally!
Just when everyone decided to break the door lock, the hotel manager came with someone.
Seeing the actions of those people, the hotel manager quietly wiped his cold sweat and said hurriedly: "Don't break the door, I have the room card here!"
However!
His words were still a step too late!
The moment he finished speaking, someone used a safety ax from the fire box to smash the lock on Zhao Jili¡¯s door!
"Fuck!"
The hotel manager almost cried.
Grandma is so stupid!
"These uncles used the name of the Folk Art Association to eat and drink for free in their hotel, and even broke their door locks!
Is there any royal law in this world?
Does it still make sense?
What confuses the people of the Folk Art Association is that they are locked outsideAlthough it was smashed, it was not broken open.
After all, this kind of lock is not the old-style iron general. They only broke the door handle and did not break the latch inside.
"What should I do?"
"ICio!"
¡°Think of a solution quickly!¡±
"Teacher Zhao? Teacher Zhao, how are you doing?"
A group of people were all anxious.
The hotel manager hurriedly swiped the room card, but although the ax did not split the lock, it broke the sensor inside.
So it¡¯s useless for him to swipe his card.
"It's over, it's over!"
The hotel manager sat on the ground, filled with sadness.
"What are you going to finish? Find a way quickly!"
"That's right! This is your territory!"
"If anything happens to Teacher Zhao, I'm not done with you!"
The people from the Folk Art Association became even more anxious and accused the hotel manager one after another.
The hotel manager looked up, his eyes full of resentment!
If these gangsters hadn¡¯t taken it upon themselves to smash the sensor, how could he not be able to open the door even with the room card?
These bastards actually relied on him?
If it weren¡¯t for the fact that their hotel had shares in the Folk Art Association, he would have scolded these bastards to death!
"How about calling the police!"
The hotel manager sat on the ground and spread his hands.
"Call the police? Isn't that bad?"
"That's right! What if outsiders knew that Lao Zhao was so angry that Zhang Chen vomited blood, would that be okay?"
"No, no, no! This is definitely a bad idea!"
A group of people from the Folk Art Association began to shirk the blame again.
The hotel manager is out of options now.
Grass!
You guys, do whatever you want, I won¡¯t serve you anymore!
But just as he was about to leave, the door to Zhao Jili's room opened from the inside.
Zhao Jili opened the door with a dark face and said: "I'm fine, you don't need to make a fuss!"
He was really pissed off.
But it¡¯s not Zhang Chen who¡¯s angry, but these evil people!
He suddenly understood why the folk art world has been unable to produce a real leader for so many years.
The Folk Art Association is controlled by such a bunch of villains. It would be really strange if talented people could emerge!
In comparison, what Zhang Chen said before is really right!
¡ª¡ªDon¡¯t be afraid of opponents who are like gods, but be afraid of teammates who are like pigs!
And now, he has encountered both of these!
"Old Zhao, are you really okay?"
"That's great, you're fine!"
"Master, you scared me to death just now by not opening the door!"
Hearing these words, Zhao Jili became even more upset.
Then!
He glared hard at the disciple who spoke.
If it wasn¡¯t for this guy, how could he have caused such a big fuss and made him lose such a big person?
"Okay, let's all disperse."
Zhao Jili said casually, and then said to the disciple just now: "Come in with me."
Seeing that he was fine, people dispersed.
The disciple followed Zhao Jili through the door tremblingly.
"Kneel down!"
Before he could speak, he heard Zhao Jili shout this.
"Master?"
The disciple was stunned.
"Kneel down!"
Zhao Jili turned back and stared at him, emphasizing his tone.
Plop!
The disciple hurriedly knelt down.
In this industry, the master is as big as the sky, let alone kneeling down.
Even if the master asks the disciple to lick his toes
Forehead!
It¡¯s better not to talk about such disgusting things.
"Recite "Report the Name of the Dish" a hundred times!"
Zhao Jili ordered again.
The disciple was immediately dumbfounded.
the other side.
Zhang Chen continues to be his strongest troll.
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