Chapter 157 The fewer words, the bigger the matter

It takes time for the message to spread, but in a crowd gathering, this time will usually not exceed a few seconds.

In the noisy environment, it was difficult to hear what the crowd was shouting. I only knew that they were excited and excited, and they could not help but rush towards Yan Fuguang's direction.

There were even people from other floors rushing here, making it almost impossible for the crew to move forward.

The boss is actually by my side?!

What kind of bizarre plot is this?!

How should I express my excitement when the Philippine Awards boss is less than one meter away from me?!

The scene exploded, and the live broadcast room also exploded. Some netizens who had just seen the news even heard that there was a live broadcast here, and rushed here. Now the popularity of the live broadcast room has long been the first in the Lightning rankings, and even every minute

Still making great strides forward every second.

【Fewer words, bigger things】

【OMG!!!!】

[I don’t know what to say now, but I have to say something to express my overwhelmed and extremely excited mood]

[I don’t believe it, I don’t believe it, I don’t believe it!! Wuwuwuwuwu, Yan Fuguang’s existence makes me look like an idiot!]

[Don’t worry, everyone is an idiot and can’t show you at all~]

[Isn’t Yan Fuguang a star? 】

[The key is that being a star does not hinder others from studying mathematics!!]

【How do you know that being a star is not a side job? 】

[Will she tell me one day that math is also her side job?!]

[Do you know how shocking it feels to suddenly see pop-ups popping up in all apps, all talking about the same person?]

[I understand, but if I don’t understand, I won’t come here]

[Now I just hope that Lightning can hold on and don’t get stuck later. I finally get to eat the hottest melon, which is a once-in-a-lifetime experience]

Lightning can still hold on, but the security guard on the 35th floor can barely hold on.

There are more and more people, and the encirclement is getting smaller and smaller. It is difficult for Yan Fuguang and others to keep the existing space, let alone continue to move forward.

The building's security department acted urgently and announced throughout the building that all employees were prohibited from going to the 35th floor, and an elevator was specially vacated for the crew to leave.

Those behind us were not allowed to enter, and those who had already arrived were evacuated in an orderly manner. After waiting for about ten minutes, the staff who had been on tenterhooks finally breathed a sigh of relief.

But now everyone looked at Yan Fuguang with a bit of awe and a bit of confusion in their eyes.

Even Zhang Yuanyuan was like this. She once saw Yan Fuguang coding on the computer. She also knew that it was a mathematics paper, but she had no idea that it was a Philippine Prize-level paper.

Even Zhang Yuanyuan, who won the Fields Medal, only learned about it after she became Yan Fuguang's assistant, because Yan Fuguang would occasionally mention it when communicating with the department chair and professors.

If you are still unfamiliar with the Philippine Awards, let’s put it another way.

How would you feel if suddenly one day it was revealed that one of your colleagues had been nominated for the Nobel Prize, and your work had nothing to do with any of the Nobel Prize disciplines?

My three views exploded, my worldview was subverted, I thought I was dreaming, and even a slap in the face wouldn't wake me up!

Not long ago, everyone was laughing and laughing together, but in just a few minutes, the world changed.

Wei Ziqian suddenly asked: "Will you continue to act in the future?"

Yan Fuguang turned his head and said with a smile: "Why not?"

This answer silenced many people, but when I thought about it, it seemed that they would remain silent no matter what Yan Fuguang said.

Continue to act? Doesn’t that bury a great mathematician?

No more acting? The entertainment industry may have lost a legend!

But no matter who they were, especially the Chinese, they would probably think that the status of a mathematician was superior to others, but they didn't expect that Yan Fuguang didn't seem to take it to heart.

The group of people walked towards the elevator, but now everyone was much quieter, and even the staff of the artist team lowered their voices when speaking.

The elevator specially reserved for them had arrived, but when it was opened, there was a person standing inside.

Shimmer's person was also stunned.

"Eh? Secretary Duan?"

The person in the elevator is Duan Lang.

He nodded to everyone and brought the latest news.

"There are already media outside, and there are probably many more on their way here. Your cars have been arranged to be on the first floor below. Xiao Li, please take a few of them there directly."

The staff at Shimmer nodded quickly, although he didn't understand why Duan Lang needed to convey this kind of news in person.

The crew didn't know who Duan Lang was, so they didn't think much about it, but when they heard the news that the media had gathered, they couldn't help but look at Yan Fuguang.

Are they all here for her?

In fact, there is no need for "should" at all. Apart from her, no one here is worthy of the media swarming, and "The Empress" will not become popular no matter how popular it is.

Everyone in the crew entered the elevator, but Duan Lang didn't go out either. He actually followed them to Minus One.

The staff didn't dare to ask, and the crew thought that this person was going to come down, let alone ask any more questions.

When we got to the first floor below, we saw the cars of the three artists waiting here.

Seeing that Duan Lang hadn't left, Zhang Yuanyuan guessed that he had something to say, so he took the initiative to take a few steps forward to separate Yan Fuguang from the rest of the army.

"Ms. Yan, your company's car should be familiar to many media. Someone may follow you when you go out. The boss will ask you if you want to take his car?"

"Your boss Ji is in the company?" Yan Fuguang was a little surprised.

Duan Lang nodded and said, "Mr. Ji is going to the airport, I can see you off on the way."

"Um."

Yan Fuguang called Zhang Yuanyuan over: "You take Zeka and the others back to the company, and I'll take their car." He pointed at Duan Lang.

Zhang Yuanyuan also listened and realized that there were people outside the building now. It was the best choice for Yan Fuguang to separate from them, and there was no need to worry about Mr. Ji's safety.

"I know, then tell me when you get home. I guess your schedule will have to be readjusted during this time."

As soon as Wei Ziqian got in the car, he saw Yan Fuguang and Secretary Duan walking in the other direction, and his eyes followed their direction involuntarily.

A Maybach stopped slowly in front of them. When the car door opened, the flash of the side face evoked a memory of Wei Ziqian that was about to disappear.

That night in Xiling, it was also a Maybach that drove Yan Fuguang back. The half of the face exposed in the car window and the figure in the car now gradually overlapped.

Wei Ziqian was suddenly stunned.

Is it the same person?

But why does this person appear in Lightyear Technology?

Even though he knew he shouldn't care about this, Wei Ziqian still couldn't help but think wildly. His mind was in a mess now, and his eyes were blurry when he looked at the car.

By the time he came to his senses, the Maybach had already passed by their window and disappeared from his sight in a short while.

Wei Ziqian suddenly asked: "Who was Secretary Duan just now?"

But the car was filled with his own staff, and no one could answer his questions.
Chapter completed!