Metropolis: I Can Modify The Production Date Of Everything!

"I'm now in the main hall of the Potala Palace. I've just walked for so long, and this is what I came in here?"

"There doesn't seem to be much to see, just some murals. I can't understand what they mean. I'll deduct 1 for those who agree!!"

The quiet hall echoed from the man holding up several mobile phones to broadcast live.

Wearing an expensive down jacket and limited-edition sneakers, coupled with the man's face reflected in the mobile phone, he looks pretty good overall.

It's just that his character doesn't quite match his looks.

Everyone else in the hall looked at the anchor with somewhat dissatisfied expressions, but the anchor seemed not to notice and continued talking loudly with a smile.

"Thank you friends for the cruise ship and other gifts!! Next, let's go a little closer and let everyone take a closer look at what is so interesting about this mural." In the "397" hall, Lin Xuan and a group of people looked at the anchor.

Zhou Yanyan glanced at her and said, "No quality."

Lin Xuan chuckled lightly and said: "Human beings of all kinds can form a complex society, right?"

Lin Xuan's statement made everyone laugh.

At this moment, other people in the hall who were about to leave after visiting walked up to the anchor and kindly whispered: "You are not allowed to make loud noises here, you will be kicked out.

The anchor glanced sideways at the man, turned off the sound of the live broadcast, and cursed with an unhappy expression: "It's none of your business? Who are you?"

People all over the world didn't look good either, but they still controlled their voices and said to him: "I'm just trying to persuade him, goodbye."

After saying that, the man left the hall without knowing it.

The anchor turned on the sound again, smiled and said to the audience watching the live broadcast: "Come on, come on, give me a bunch of gifts, let everyone see this mural, let me tell you, this mural must be for tourism promotion, and then made old .”

"Otherwise, how could it be preserved for so long?" the anchor said after talking about the gifts: "There are also those cultural relics. I suspect they are just gimmicks! They are all fake! Bronze swords and bronze tripods from the Western Zhou Dynasty.

"What can be kept for so long? It's amazing at first glance!"

The loud voice echoed throughout the hall, and everyone was no longer in the mood to admire the murals. Ma Siqi even wanted to go up and give the anchor a slap in the face.

But the one who was more impatient than him was Zhou Qingquan.

He couldn't stand people who didn't understand history and were still talking nonsense, so he took the lead and walked behind the anchor, reached out and patted him on the shoulder.

The anchor, who was still talking nonsense, was startled. He turned around with a ferocious expression and cursed: "It's that dog again..."

Before he could say the next word, Zhou Qingquan stretched out his hand and pressed his mouth. Then the world started spinning. Before he could react, he was about to be pinned to the ground.

Several mobile phones held in his hands also escaped from control at this moment and flew into the air.

Suddenly, a hand stretched out and took the phone steadily, and the anchor's body, which was about to fall to the ground, was also supported.

"Old Lin, what are you doing?" Zhou Qingquan looked at Lin Xuan dissatisfied and whispered: "I'm going to teach this guy a lesson, you want to stop me?"

"Of course not," Lin Xuan shook his head with a smile and said, "You just pushed him to the ground like this. The sound was too loud. I'm going to tone it down."

After saying that, Lin Xuan let go of the anchor, straightened up and pointed his cell phone at the anchor, looking down at the anchor, like the Buddha who sympathized with all living beings in the mural.

"let's start."

Zhou Qingquan saw Lin Xuan holding up his mobile phone and said quickly: "Don't take pictures of my face, even though I am very handsome."

"Okay, Zhou Qingquan, why are you so beautiful?" Zhao Xiaoou came over, put his arm around Lin Xuan's shoulders, looked at Zhou Qingquan and said: "After you've taught me a lesson, throw it out quickly [it will affect my wife's appreciation of the mural."

"Damn! You still exposed my name!" In the main hall, even if Zhou Qingquan was angry, the volume could only be heard by a few people around him.

Wang Ruoya and others also came over.

Zhou Yanyan looked like she was watching a good show, and even added jealously: "We are fighting in the hall, are we violating the seven prohibitions mentioned by Lao Ding?"

Lao Ding thought for a moment and said, "He broke the ban first, so we shouldn't be blamed."

Zhou Qingquan relaxed his tone when he mentioned it, and then said: "Even if I am kicked out, I still have to teach him a lesson."

As he spoke, Zhou Qingquan patted the anchor, who was already stunned, and said, "Brother, I just took a look. You, the anchor, seem to have a lot of fans?"

Because Zhou Qingquan covered his mouth, the anchor could only whine twice, and his expression seemed to be begging for mercy.

Zhou Qingquan didn't care about this and continued: "Then have your fans ever given you any advice and asked you to read more books?"

"You came out without even completing nine years of compulsory education? Look what nonsense you just said?"

The anchor twisted his body and tried to break away from Zhou Qingquan's control, but Zhou Qingquan was no rookie.

Although he is just like a rookie against Lin Xuan, but against ordinary people, Zhou Qingquan's more than ten years of fitness history is still enough to see.

"Also, before coming to Tibetan areas, have you done some planning? Have you heard that you can't do the Seven Majors in Tibetan areas?"

Just as Zhou Qingquan was preparing a long speech to continue teaching the anchor a lesson, a group of security guards and people thought to be wearing suits hurried over.

The man in the suit looked at Zhou Qingquan with a smile and said: "Sir, I am the person in charge of the Potala Palace. Can you leave the gentleman under you to us?"

Zhou Qingquan was momentarily stuck. He glanced at Su Nichang and others who were suppressing their laughter, sighed and said, "Okay, I'm not wrong anyway."

After speaking, Zhou Qingquan asked again: "Can we continue to enjoy the murals?"

The person in charge nodded and said, "Of course."

Even if you can’t do it, you have to do it! This group of people were sent to the list by their superiors from the time they entered the Tibetan area, and they were told not to care about what they did. How could he dare to say no?

Moreover, Zhou Qingquan did not do anything wrong in 4.5. Instead, he stopped a scum who was making wanton noise and insulting history.

Zhou Qingquan nodded with satisfaction, then thought of something, and said quickly: "By the way, I am covering his mouth to prevent him from yelling again. How about you prepare a tape or something to cover him first?" mouth, take him away again?"

The person in charge smiled awkwardly, while on Lin Xuan's side, Ma Siqi crossed her arms and said, "Isn't it a good thing that he's not like this?"

"That's not certain," Zhao Xiaoou said with a smile and squinted his eyes. He patted Lin Xuan's shoulder and said, "How about you tap his dumb point?"

Lin Xuan shook his head and said, "How can I do this?"

After speaking, he squatted down, slightly bent his index finger, and tapped the anchor's dumb hole through his down jacket.

After a groan, Lin Xuan smiled and said to Zhou Qingquan: "Okay, let him go."