Airborne hot search!Dressed as a villain, I became popular

Chapter 264

The director frowned: "Did you ask any other news? For example, did the person who arranged for the villagers to deliver supplies leave any message?"

The staff member shook his head: "According to the villagers, it's just a few people in suits discussing a deal, and their speech is relatively general. After they send the supplies, they will have a considerable reward."

"No mention of anything else?"

"Not at all."

The director finally nodded, and said to the staff: "Okay, I understand, you can continue to work."

"What do you think about this matter?" It has become a habit to discuss with the tour guide, and he knows that he can get some unexpected gains from the tour guide every time.

"The people who care about Meng Yao so much are either fans or her family members."

"How can you be sure that it was given to Meng Yao?"

The tour guide shrugged: "I just watched the replay of the live broadcast room. Have you looked at the supplies carefully? All the toiletries are for women, and some other supplies are obviously for women, Han Mei It was probably incidental."

The director recalled carefully: "It is indeed so..."

"The other party didn't disclose any identity information, and they were careful in doing things. It's not easy to investigate this matter. The environment in Meng Yao's group is indeed difficult. In my opinion, it's okay to turn a blind eye." The tour guide continued.

The director paused: "There are a lot of speculations about this on the Internet, some of them are not very pleasant..."

The tour guide smiled lightly, and said nonchalantly, "Then let them comment. It won't hurt our program to increase the topic level left and right."

For some reason, the director suddenly slapped himself on the thigh: "I suddenly remembered something!"

He leaned closer to the tour guide: "I forgot if I told you about it. Meng Yao's spot was actually squeezed away before the show started, and guess who helped her get it back?"

"Who is it?" The tour guide didn't seem to be curious at all.

"It's Mr. Rong!" The director became excited: "Mr. Rong from Huan Zhen! You must have heard of it, right?"

The guide didn't seem surprised at all, and the director couldn't help but feel a slight sense of defeat, but only for a moment.

"Do you think this matter has something to do with him..." He vetoed his guess before he finished speaking: "No, how is this possible?"

The director frowned: "How could I think of him, it's impossible..."

"However, there is one thing that still puzzles me until now, why did Rong Yan help Meng Yao at that time..."

*
As the barrage scrolled on the screen, more and more guesses emerged on the screen, and even the guesses were somewhat off-kilter.

Rong Yan looked away: "Xia Yansen."

"I'm coming."

Xia Yansen hurried over when he heard the call, with a smile on his face.

"Brother Rong, what's the matter?"

Rong Yan stretched out her hand to signal him to look at the screen.

Xia Yansen was puzzled, adjusted his round glasses, and then looked at the big screen.

Meng Yao's live broadcast room was very popular, and comments poured out one after another.The content of the comments is almost inseparable from guesses about the materials. There are various theories, and the more guesses, the more outrageous.

Supplies...?
Xia Yansen felt a little guilty for no reason.

"Didn't I let you do it a little more secretly?"

His eyes were dark and bright, like a calm lake.

Xia Yansen glanced unnaturally: "This... I have never done this kind of thing to please girls, so it is inevitable that I am a little unfamiliar..."

After he finished speaking, he rubbed his forehead with a headache. He had to say that the eyes of netizens on the Internet had special effects of magnifying glasses, and they couldn't hide anything from them.

Xia Yansen has already guessed which part went wrong, but this matter is indeed difficult to handle.To send supplies to Meng Yao, you must choose the best ones. You can't let Meng Yao continue to eat dry bread, so that you can leave something to talk about.

Rong Yan didn't blame him for his plan: "The public opinion on the Internet will be controlled by someone."

His eyes glanced at the "Nurture" speculation on the screen, and he frowned in disgust: "Such disgusting comments should not appear again."

Xia Yansen nodded honestly, he did cause a little trouble for Meng Yao this time.

Before this, he could not have imagined that the brains of netizens were so big, and the nonsense content of the marketing account for the sake of blog traffic was even more outrageous.

*
It was already evening when I came back from Lao Zhang’s house after packing up the potatoes. The harvest of this trip was a stone besides dinner.

A triangular-shaped stone with an uneven surface that feels rough to the touch.

Meng Yao held the stone in his hand and played with it, humming a little song.

Han Mei unconsciously slowed down and listened carefully to her voice.

Because the voice is relatively small, he can't hear it clearly.He vaguely felt that the tune was very strange, and he couldn't help asking: "What song are you singing, senior?"

Meng Yao opened his mouth and dropped a name: "Flowers, Flowers, Plants."

Flowers, Flowers, Grass is a popular song nowadays. As the lead singer of the boy group, Han Mei naturally understands it.

"...So it's this song."

Meng Yao didn't miss the expression on his face, and she didn't care. She teased herself: "I sing out of tune, very out of tune."

"No." Han Mei hurriedly argued, "I, I think it sounds good..."

He didn't lie, although he couldn't hear the lyrics Meng Yao hummed clearly, but her voice was very good.

"Really?" Meng Yao nodded seriously, and said without humility: "Since you said it sounds good, then I should sing pretty well."

"You said..." Meng Yao weighed the stone in his hand: "Is it the tradition of Stone Village to send stones?"

"It should be... We have collected a lot of stones since we came here. But unfortunately, these are not return stones."

"Not necessarily." Meng Yao narrowed her eyes slightly: "These stones should be useful, and the return stone may be inseparable from these stones."

Under the light of night, the rough stone is covered with moonlight, and it seems to be faintly phosphorescent.

Han Mei was unconsciously attracted to that stone, but it didn't last long, because he found that nothing could compare to her serious and demure face.

He was a little distracted for a moment, and only when he recovered did he think about what she said: "Is it related?"

"Hey, you said..."

Meng Yao threw up the flashlight in her hand, flipped it around in the air, and then it fell back steadily into her palm.

"Is there a possibility that the return stone is not a...or is there a prerequisite for obtaining the return stone?"

"You mean to say..."

"The tour guide never mentioned the specific quantity..." She paused: "The rules are too confusing."

Meng Yao looked at the photographer at the side: "Do you think my analysis is correct?"

"I...I..." The photographer looked flustered: "Mr. Meng Yao, don't embarrass me."

(End of this chapter)