Chapter 118

Ning Yixu waved several large banknotes in front of the camera. When a foreign reporter saw the lovely RMB, the camera turned back. "This lady, you like Temple Street activities very much. You can share it with the audience in front of the camera!"

Qi Qiyan uses his hand to block half of his face. The scene is hopeless. The only way is to pretend not to know him.

Local reporters know that the situation is serious. They turn their back to mourn. It's over. They lose face all over the world!

Ning Yixu showed a standard international smile to the camera and said: "the temple fair is really a good place. It retains the precious intangible cultural heritage of our country and is the priceless wealth of our nation..."

She said a few official words, a change of breath, said: "but the things sold here are too..."

"It's so good and cheap!"

The stall owner gave her the hand rope she wanted and drew 20 yuan from her hand. He touched the sweat on his face and gave the camera a "friendly" smile.

He said in stumbling English: "here, good things, cheap, do not suffer losses, the emperor is a good place!"

Ma Dan, after learning English all his life, he can speak these sentences, which is enough.

The English with a serious accent was very good for foreign journalists. They understood two words, made a sudden realization and gave the stall owner a thumbs up.

The stall owner smiles awkwardly and politely, showing the serial number of his stall and starting to advertise in authentic Mandarin.

Ning Yixu put away the rope. It's really good. He bought it for 20 yuan. It's the boss's taste.

She wants to show off her spoils with Qi Qiyan. Turning around, Qi Qiyan stands far away.

What did she know? She turned her lips unhappily. She was afraid that she would lose face, too much.

When local reporters saw that the interview was dangerous, they tried their best to attract the attention of their colleagues and guide the cameramen to shoot the folk performances on the street.

The golden haired and blue eyed host was attracted by the guzheng beside him. He asked Ning Yixu, "I see that the emperor has many of these ancient musical instruments, and the timbre style of these instruments is relatively single, right?"

Followed by the foreign staff whispered: "this kind of musical instrument is powerless, which has our country's rock and roll enough pop, not fun, just shoot some subjects."

Ning Yixu scolded his grandmother in her heart. Her smile did not change. She said with a smile: "guzheng has a wide range, strong expression and rich playing skills. It's not so simple. It's not easy to play well."

The host asked with interest: "can miss play a live song? Let's enjoy your famous Guzheng music. "

Ning Yixu said, "good!" Today, let my aunt teach you how to be a man!

When Qi Qiyan heard the big story, Zou Li couldn't play guzheng. If he continued to make a fool of himself, he would lose face and go to the Atlantic Ocean.

It's not a problem for her to lose face. It's not good for him to be involved.

Qi Qiyan went up to stop her, "Xiao Li, don't be impulsive. We still haven't seen many places. Don't waste time here."

Ning Yixu moved his ten finger joints. "It's OK. It's a quick thing to play a song."

There are several zithers on the street table. Ning Yixu asks the owner for permission, and she chooses one to sit down.

The host motioned for the camera to keep up, and the photographer found a good angle to bring the camera closer.

Qi Qiyan regret green intestines, he is to smoke what wind to take Zou Li out of disgrace!

Zou Li, she doesn't know how many pounds she has. The camera is here. When will her stupid brain be smarter?