Black Technology Live Room

"God Zhai, the press conference is about to start! You should get up!"

"A day wasting time? The boss still thinks this kind of pretentious opportunity is a waste of time. Sure enough, we are different!"

Denim skirt: "Wow, my husband is so handsome lying down!"

I am a face control: "Nonsense, my husband! You are handsome no matter what!"

"Die Sanba, shameless! Steal my husband!"

"Who the hell are you scolding? Who else is your husband! Tell me clearly!"

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The girls in the live broadcast room are tearing up every day, and the rest of the audience are no strangers to it.

Zhang Di looked at the barrage and was speechless.

Get up from the bed, rub your head,

"Don't yell, I'm still single, and I won't be able to find a girlfriend by then, and you will be responsible!"

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"Wow! Husband, Husband! I'm in charge, I'm in charge! If you can't find a girlfriend, just find me!"

"I'm eighteen, with childlike face/big/breast, my husband chooses me!"

Zhang Zhai's wife's support club: "Whoever dares to rob my husband will be killed by the support club!"

Salted fish: "666"

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Looking at these messy bullet screens, Zhang Zhai felt a headache.

I don't even have a girlfriend, and being called my husband by a group of guys who don't know whether they are girls or gays all day long is really embarrassing.

Besides, I'm not a star, I don't need a wife fan, and I'm pretty good at it.

Ignoring the ridicule of various jokers in the barrage, Zhang Zhai got up, left the back room, and left the laboratory.

In the corridor shot of the experimental building, there is a window facing the direction of the square, and there is no building in the middle to block it. It can be said that it is condescending and has a clear view, and can fully see the situation of Zhaicheng Square.

Zhang Zhai leaned on the edge of the window with his hands and looked over.

Crowds, strands, waves of people are gathering in the center of the square.

Groups and groups swarmed over, looking at it at this time, it looked like a group of ants, gathering from all directions towards one point.

In the middle of Zhaicheng Square, there stands a humanoid sculpture of Nuoda. The overall sculpture is yellow sand, the color of soil, and it seems to be carved from rocks.

In fact, it is not, but it is made by pouring liquid sand, and finally a layer of soil color is attached to the surface.

This towering statue is as high as 181 meters.

This statue is none other than Zhang Zhai.

The whole statue is enlarged in proportion to Zhang Zhai's body, which looks extremely real.

The statue stands there, with its hands behind its back, its head slightly raised to the sky, its eyes looking deep into the sky, and a slight smile on the corner of its mouth.

The overall temperament of the statue tends to be refined and elegant, with a heavy atmosphere of books, but because of its own height, it looks very shocking, and people can't stop looking at it.

"Hold the grass, such a tall statue! It feels so awesome!"

"What is pretentiousness? This is pretentiousness like a textbook!"

"Ordinary people print their images on photos, celebrities leave their images on screens, authors engrave their images in words, great men record their images in history books, but Zhang Zhai, I Zhai God, it's different from everyone else!"

"He made a statue of himself and placed it in the city square he built!"

"I can't learn this kind of pretense!"

"Mmp, I feel so pretentious to erect such a tall statue for myself, I really want to hit him!"

"Di Shen's strength is pretentious, I can't spray it, I can't spray it!"

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Zhang Di withdrew his gaze and landed on the holographic screen, only to see that the barrage in the entire live broadcast room exploded.

"If I say, this is not my idea, do you believe it?" Zhang Zhai said.

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"I don't believe it! I don't believe it even if I kill it!"

"God Zhai, I didn't expect you to be such a narcissistic person!"

"Narcissist! Just admit it!"

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This is really not Zhang Zhai's idea, is he so narcissistic? how is this possible!

In fact, this opinion was first raised by A1.

The reason is that, just like every painter will leave a seal on his own work, Zhai City was built by Zhang Zhai, so it must also leave a mark.

At first Zhang Zhai firmly disagreed, it was too embarrassing!

Later, when communicating with Hua Menglian, a ghost mentioned a word.

Unexpectedly, Hua Menglian also strongly agreed, saying that since Zhai City is called Zhai City, there must be something symbolic, and it is appropriate for Zhang Zhai's statue to stand in the center of the city square!

In the end, Zhang Zhai "reluctantly" agreed.

"Actually, it's quite beautiful to set up a sculpture here." Zhang Zhai whispered to himself, then smiled at the corner of his mouth, turned and left.

The press conference is about to start, and Zhang Zhai has to go to the venue.

"Viewers and friends in the live broadcast room, what you are about to witness will be a historic moment."

"Every live broadcast, I will make history! Every live broadcast, I will change the world!"

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"That's a good second grader, how did you say such a second grader's line, God Zhai?"

"Does the previous daily live broadcast also count?"

"I want to change the world, change myself..."

If you are handsome for less than three seconds, there will always be trouble.

However, dismantling is dismantling, and shame is shame, but the audience in the live broadcast room has great expectations.

Because Zhang Zhai is using facts to practice his words.

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The press conference was held in the newly built Zhaicheng Square.

This alone has attracted countless people.

The press conference will be presided over by Zhang Zhai himself.

This has attracted countless people, especially media reporters.

I remember that the last time Zhang Zhai held a product conference, it seemed to be a solid-state battery conference, and it has been more than two months since now.

Although there were live broadcasts and kick-off meetings during the period, only the press conference was not hosted.

For the media, Zhang Zhai's press conference means an opportunity to ask Zhang Zhai questions.

What's more, didn't Zhang Zhai's press conference bring countless surprises!

"Father, 83 spy killers and agents were mixed in this press conference, including 33 killers, 36 spies, and 14 agents." Just as Zhang Zhai was heading to the venue, the voice of A1 suddenly sounded.

"It seems that there are quite a few people who want to kill me." Zhang Zhai sneered.

"Send the list to Political Commissar Yan and Langtou, and let them arrest. If it's too late, let Xiaoli and the Terminator do it." Zhang Zhai said indifferently, "And give me a record of the organizations these people belong to. come down."

"Okay, Father." After A1 answered, it started.

At the same time, Yan Chengguan, who was maintaining order at the venue, received the list.

As a result, an undercurrent began to surge in the square.

"Don't struggle anymore, we have the right to execute on the spot, if we move again we will shoot!"

Three soldiers in the dark instantly pinned an ordinary-looking tourist to the ground.

The three soldiers were different from ordinary soldiers. They were full of murderous looks, like soldiers who came down from the battlefield.

These are soldiers trained on the virtual battlefield.

"Stop struggling, or you will be executed immediately!"

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"do not move……"

"Don't move!"

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This kind of situation happened in all directions of the square at the same time. When the positions of light and darkness were exchanged, these guys with ulterior motives were really vulnerable, and they didn't even stir up a wave.

half an hour later.

Zhang Zhai stood in the center of the square, on the rostrum of Nuoda University, with his own 181-meter statue on his right.

Around the rostrum, tens of thousands of spectators were present, and the noise gathered together, as if it was boiling.

"Hello, everyone, I'm Zhang Zhai!"

As soon as Zhang Zhai finished speaking, the audience fell silent.

Zhang Zhai raised his gun and pointed it at the forehead of the half-volume fragment.

"Hurry up! If you don't hurry up, I can't pretend to force me to kill you!"

The half volume of fragments trembled with trembling hands, with a mournful face: "Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo! Don't hit me in the face?"