Chapter 60

Today, there are activities inside the group, most of the employees went to the meeting, the hall is different from the usual quiet, only Han Dong and Wang Zhongding get on the elevator. After standing, Han Dong can't wait to open the lunch box. Since the elevator won't go wrong, Han Dong will only have more than ten seconds. How to achieve the same disgusting effect in a short time is a test of one's acting skills. And one of the important standards to measure acting skills is the eyes. Han Dong's attention is always focused on the Chinese toon, this focus is not deliberately staring, but naturally turning. The most obvious performance is: when Wang Zhongding reached for the key, although Han Dong glanced at him, his eyes were scattered. Only when he turned back to the lunch box would he focus, which shows that his skill has reached the realm of perfection. Similarly, acting also needs brains. It's like Han Dong's chopsticks. It's clearly Chinese toon fried eggs, but it's the brain with glass balls! I know that the audience is a digital controller, so I choose an extremely accurate angle and force. When the friction reaches the maximum, the speed of clamping things is the fastest, and the state is also the most thirsty. Finally, good talent can make the character shine. Han Dongxiu created a set of "assembly line operation" style eating method: mouth, teeth, tongue and throat work together and operate continuously. That is, when he opened his mouth, there were not only egg yolks chewed by his teeth, but also Chinese Toon Leaves rolled by his tongue, as well as debris transported to his throat Green and yellow alternate, how is a "little fresh" too! If Wang Zhongding hadn't tried it with Chinese Toon in advance, he couldn't see that Han Dong was playing at the moment. Han Dong's acting is very good. It's really painful to eat. It's not easy to be an actor! Especially when the villain, disgust others also by the way disgust themselves, what a picture? Ding, the horn of victory finally sounded. Just as Han Dong was going out, the bad news came again, and the elevator door couldn't open! It's strange that I haven't tampered with this elevator. How can it not open? And not bad early, not bad late, but in the Wang Zhongding office that floor is bad! This is like the last saliva in the desert pouring into the nose, too special! At the same time, Wang Zhongding's eyes once again turned to Han Dong. Han Dong suddenly realized something and turned his eyes to the Toon in the bowl, just like seeing Hitler's butcher's knife. Before he made up his mind to move his chopsticks, Wang Zhongding opened his lunch box in the elevator full of Chinese toon flavor for the first time, revealing the burnt yellow crisp pancakes and a box full of canned soy sauce. Then, as Han Dong did in his sleepwalking, he put the meat and sauce into the cake and ate it as if there were no one else. Han Dong watched anxiously. He could water two mu of land. So no matter how good your acting skills are, no matter how focused your eyes are, no matter how flexible your chopsticks are, no matter how dazzling your assembly line is, it's useless for someone else to do you with a piece of pancake and two pieces of meat! A tough guy, how can he admit his advice so quickly? Even things that taste different Han Dong looked at Wang Zhongding sympathetically with his eyes, which were cruelly abused by greedy insects. Later, the elevator door opened, and Han Dong was still chasing Wang Zhongding. He ran to Wang Zhongding, but was dragged into the office by Wang Zhongding. "I let the kitchen do it now. It doesn't smell like Toona." Wang Zhongding said. Looking at the pancakes and canned meat on his desk, Han Dong suddenly feels that this scene is very familiar and kind, and this damned feeling can't be removed. "Why don't you eat it?" Han Dong asked Wang Zhongding. Wang Zhongding said without raising his head, "I'm full." Han Dong couldn't wait to roll up the meat with pancakes, biting and swallowing it. He was still dragging like a fish. "Hey, I said Eating your pancakes is to give you face, but it doesn't mean I won't continue to eat Chinese toon tomorrow! " "Whatever you want." Wang Zhongding's tone is light. When Han Dong saw that Wang Zhongding didn't even say a word of refutation, he snorted in his heart: look at your poor appearance, it's unbearable