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Baochan got off the car of the program group, holding a selfie stick, in front of him was the grand gate of Wanrong East Building, and people in well-fitted suits walked in a hurry.

He had been to Wanrong West Building, and he was also wearing a white gown that day. The foundation agreed to lend the theater building to Ruyizhou. He jumped like a bird. He came to Kuangzheng by bus, but what he saw was a bank elite. Their strange eyes, the contempt of strangers, and the meaningful smile of the front desk lady.

So today's challenge location is extremely stressful for him.

"Brother Bao?" Xiao Huang felt his hesitation.

"It's okay," Baochan slumped his shoulders, "Let's go."

When they walked in, the noisy lobby and the busy crowd were quiet for a moment because of him. The long gown with light clouds and red clouds, the face with thin powder and daisy, and the elegant and graceful demeanor were like a crane falling into a flock of crows, It is also like a ray of light, illuminating the chaotic world of mortals.

"Ah! It's that..."

"...the sound of the box!"

"Oh my god, I'm prettier than in the video!"

Whispers were heard around, but Baochan didn't listen, he held his head up and walked his own way.So what if he wears a long gown, what about a Peking Opera actor, he is him, he will never feel inferior to other people’s eyes, or be ashamed of being out of place. He has stood up and dared to look at all these things.

Walking up the elevator designated by the program group, he stood with his back to the door. There were seven or eight people who took the elevator together, all of whom were not very old. Although they were dressed in black and gray suits, their faces were full of vitality.

Baochan held up the selfie stick. From the screen of the mobile phone, there were a few strange people behind him. None of them were facing the door, and they all turned half sideways, peeking at him from time to time.

Baochan was a little embarrassed, but he calmed down, facing the camera and brewing a good mood, and was about to speak, when suddenly there was a click, and someone secretly took a photo of him with the sound effect of the phone on.

Baochan wasn't used to this kind of behavior from strangers, so he turned his head subconsciously, probably to see him turn around, and the others followed suit to take pictures, one of them turned on the flash, swished it, and dazzled his eyes.

"Hey!" Xiao Huang immediately stood in front of Bao Chan.

It was a man who turned on the flash, and quickly put away his phone: "Sorry, I went to the old city wall to take pictures last night, and forgot to change the mode."

"It's over if you forget one sentence?" said a short-haired girl next to her.

"That's right, it's so close, it's too dazzling." The other girls chimed in.

The man muttered: "I didn't mean to..."

"Hey, what's your attitude..."

"It's okay." Baochan was afraid that they would quarrel, so he squinted his eyes to act as a peacemaker, "It's just a flash."

The man lowered his head unhappily, and got off the elevator after a while.

Baozhan faced the wall again, and there was a flower in front of her eyes. The short-haired girl came over and said, "Hello... I have been following you since the first issue of Box Voice, and I drew a lot of little hearts with my colleagues and friends. !"

There are audiences, bosom friends, and pearl fans in Ruyi Island, but there are no fans. Baochan didn't know how to deal with such outspoken kindness, turned his head slightly, and nodded slightly: "Thank you."

A person like pine and bamboo, gentle like a gust of wind, the girl blushed, and asked aggressively, "Can I... take a photo with you?"

Baochan's face was lined with the pearl-colored high collar of the gown, and he lowered his eyes halfway: "Sorry, I'm not a star."

The girl looked up at him, blankly.

Bao Chan said a little awkwardly, "I'm just a Peking Opera actor."

No one can tell what is the difference between Peking Opera actors and stars, but the word "Beijing Opera" seems to have a magical power, which makes the girl have the illusion of humiliating him: "Ah hug, sorry!"

Baochan shook his head with a smile, turned his back and stopped talking.

The quiet elevator has a good atmosphere. He was supposed to continue the challenge, but to everyone's surprise, he put down the selfie stick. Xiao Huang frowned in confusion. When he reached the 52nd floor, he was the last passer-by to go down. He couldn't help it. Ask: "Brother Bao, why don't you sing, this group of people will definitely join in!"

Baochan replied unhurriedly: "There are two more chances."

Xiao Huang couldn't hold back his anger: "It's such a waste of time, what a pity!"

It's a pity for Baochan, but the previous two episodes of the show were not for nothing, he was somewhat influenced by Wen Jiuye, and became cautious: "Strictly speaking, they are no longer passers-by."

Xiao Huang was stunned for a moment before realizing that the rule of Voice of the Box is that "passers-by" give feedback to the guests. It is hard to define whether a person who has spoken is considered a passer-by. Even if the program group approves and the video is on the platform, it may be criticized by other guests. Fans questioned that the results would be cancelled, not to mention that the scores would be lowered, which would not be good for Baochan's image.

"Brother Bao..." Xiao Huang blinked, "You have grown up too fast!"

At this time, the car moved and continued to go up. The indicator light passed 65 and stopped on the [-]th floor. Baochan held his breath and faced the camera, moistening his lips with the tip of his tongue.

The elevator door opened slowly, and a man in his 40s came in. He was tall and had short, shiny hair. He was wearing an Armani G-Line suit, wearing a pair of cufflinks with gold leaf on a platinum background, and holding a small leather bag in his hand. .

Seeing Bao Chan's back, he was stunned, as if he had never seen such a gorgeous look, like a mortal who had strayed into a fairyland.

Baozhan saw his face on the screen of the mobile phone, a man engaged in finance, a bit like Kuangzheng, his eyes accidentally met, Baozhan quickly moved his eyes away, showing a reservedness that was hard to please.

The man pressed down on the 28th floor, and the elevator began to descend, but he didn't turn around, but stared at Baochan blatantly.

Baochan tried his best to ignore his gaze, holding his breath and exerting energy, his watery gaze turned to the camera, and he opened his voice gorgeously: "I order wine from Guanshan, and it will be in my throat for thousands of years, and there is even Boixue and Fengyun!"

The man raised his eyebrows, obviously he didn't expect Baochan to sing, he hid his eyes, but sang it specifically for him - the red and white gown, which should be graceful and affectionate, but the words "Qianqiu" and "Boiling" "Snow", with a sharp heroic spirit, amazed his senses with the combination of hardness and softness.

Baochan's voice is extremely beautiful, it hangs high, but it doesn't explode. It passes through the nasal cavity and emerges from the center of the eyebrows, like smooth silk, and like years of wine. In such a small space as the elevator, sing Over the vicissitudes of life: "I am an old man thousands of miles away, the green hills should be white headed, and I am still young..."

With a ding, the elevator stopped on the sixtieth floor, and the metal doors opened to both sides. The nostrils were faintly smelled of alcohol, and a tall man walked in. Bao Chan raised his eyes, then suddenly fell silent, pursed his lips and stopped singing.

Kuang drank two cups at Shan Haiyou's place, and came out slightly drunk, but he didn't expect to see Baochen when he entered the elevator, like a daydream, as ethereal as a mirage.

The elevator door closed again, Kuang Zheng didn't turn around, even forgot to press the floor, and stared straight at him, Bao Chan put on makeup, which was different from the thick and colorful drama makeup, it was light, only the corners of the eyes and eyebrows were drawn, and the black hair hung down naturally On the forehead, the lips are wet and red, with a little childishness, which is Kuangzheng's favorite kind.

Uh... Xiao Huang looked at the two big brothers in front of him, one was Armani and the other was Brioni (1). Be mesmerized!

Baochan's face was reflected on the screen of the mobile phone, his expression was completely different from before, soft, flustered, slowly blushing with some unknown shyness.

Kuangzheng loves him like this, like a handful of red fruits nearby, waiting for him to pick, so he walked up, just took a step, the little white fat man next to him immediately took a step, his face was full of vigilance, like guarding against a thief stare at him.

Kuang Zheng glanced at him, then looked at the selfie stick in Bao Chan's hand, realized that they were working, suppressed the turmoil caused by the alcohol, stopped there, turned his eyes away without any trace, and his eyes fell on the man opposite, a With a new face, he was sizing up Baochan with fiery eyes.

At this time, Baochan spoke again, and should have continued singing "Guanshan Lights Wine, Qianqiu Enters Throat", but he changed his voice, and sang another song with a charming little voice, full of lingering girlishness: "The people in the audience walked by, but the old color was gone, and the people on the stage were singing, heartbreaking farewell song!"

As soon as the song came out, several people in the elevator were startled. The elder brother wearing Armani shocked him by his beauty, his flickering yin and yang, and his soul-stirring; The woman's tenderness was like water; Kuang Zheng was surprised by his vague resentment, as if he was blaming him for not coming home for so many days.

On the screen of the mobile phone, Baoyan lowered her eyes, and under her trembling eyelashes were rouge-colored cheeks. She sang Danjiao, her lips were parted, with spring and anger in her mouth, and she sang softly: "Love words are hard to fall into ink, if you sing, you must And with blood—”

The word "Love" was sung to Kuang Zheng, and his whole body was steamed up, sliding his Adam's apple up and down, but he didn't dare to go beyond the distance in front of the camera, and could only use his peripheral vision to connect with his sweetheart's waist, shoulder strength and hair tips .

"The curtain starts, the curtain falls," Baochan secretly glanced at him, with a little touch, and then the waves turned, a pair of star-like eyes cast on the screen, so magnificent, "Who is the guest?"

Just a few words, but it seems to have woven a net with lingering lovesickness, obsessive, soft and greasy, filling this small space, making people in it distraught and unable to hold themselves.

The elevator was silent, only the orange indicator light was flashing downwards, the man in Armani was going down a few floors, he couldn't wait to say hello: "Hello?"

As soon as he agreed, Baochan would consider the challenge successful, and Shi Shiran turned around.

The man paid attention to Kuangzheng, as if he was afraid that he would be the first, took out his mobile phone, "Can I add a WeChat?"

Bao Chan was stunned, standing there at a loss, Xiao Huang's eyes were full of shit, and the scene suddenly fell into embarrassment. At this moment, Kuang Zheng stretched out his hand and made up a casual address: "It's Mr. Wang from Dingtai. ?"

Of course, that person was not Mr. Wang, and he looked displeased when he got in the way.

Kuangzheng smiled coolly: "Wanrong Zhenhui, Kuangzheng."

Mr. Kuang of Wan Rong's Private Banking Department, who is well known in the financial circle today, was surprised, and immediately put on a look of resentment, and shook his hand: "My surname is Cheng, and Fu Rong is in the business of precious metals. "

"Mr. Cheng," Kuang Zheng took out his business card, "It's a pleasure to meet you!"

Just as he was talking, he arrived at the 28th floor, and Kuangzheng made a gesture to send him down the elevator. The man looked back and looked, embarrassed to ask Baochan for his contact information, smiled annoyedly, and stepped out of the elevator.

They walked out, and the elevator doors closed slowly. Xiao Huang stared at the narrowing gap, and clicked his tongue: "What kind of ghosts and snakes are there in the bank..."

Before he could finish speaking, a hand came through the crack of the door. Xiao Huang was startled, the elevator door opened again, and Kuang Zheng walked up, stroking the collar of his suit. Gently press a layer in a densely packed round button.

(1) Brioni: Italy's top men's luxury brand.