Director:"You really can't watch it?"
An Zhizhi: "It's not that I can't watch it, it's just that it's not worth seeing."
An Zhizhi Seeing that everyone was so curious, he could only open the basement door.
The result is not a utility room or a secret base.
What comes into view is a huge space of more than 200 square meters that is well-kept, bright and tidy.
Rows of custom-made ceiling-high white display cabinets occupy most of the wall.
Like a small private museum.
In the glass cabinet, there are carefully packaged candies, hand-woven scarves and gloves, postcards from various places, and even cookies and chocolates made by fans themselves with the An Zhizhi cartoon image printed on them, carefully sealed in vacuum bags.
In the most conspicuous position, there is a huge transparent acrylic box filled with colorful hand-folded paper stars, and a small sign stands next to it.
"I wish Zhizhi always happy!"
[Oh my god... this is too much?!]
[Are they all given by fans?]
[It is well preserved. It seems that it has been taken care of frequently and there is no dust at all.]
[I recognize that star jar! It was Zhizhi's birthday last year, and each of the sisters from the support club folded one out!]
[Why do I feel like crying all of a sudden?]
[Compared to some artists who throw away or sell the gifts after receiving them... let's judge.]
Chi Zong all said "Holy shit": "Why do you think these things are shameful?"
"What's so shameful?" An Zhizhi blushed. "I'm just embarrassed to take it out. I think it would be inappropriate for female celebrities to collect these little things."
[It is indeed not very good... I also saw a lot of moving little garbage...]
[Why are there still unwanted posters? Hahahaha! I thought the organizer had thrown them away or fans had snatched them away, but it turned out that Zhizhi secretly took them away?]
For example, some event organizers made signboards for publicity, simple fans with a wholesale price of a few cents, and some materials were all messy things that could not be used up and were taken by fans, but they were usually thrown away directly.
Who knew that An Zhizhi himself collected a lot of things that the organizer didn't want and put them here.
Chi Zong: "If other celebrities had done this, the draft would have been flying all over the place, but your studio didn't even let you market it?"
An Zhizhi was dumbfounded by what he said, "Ah? Can this still be marketed?"
Even An fans were moved in the barrage.
[Zhizhi doesn't even know these things can be for show.]
[This is true cherishment and respect woo woo woo...]
An fans were moved to tears.
The results will be broadcast today.
An Zhizhi, knowing that these things can be used for show, bought countless marketing hot searches.
The black fans who had been silent for a long time finally found the black spots.
He sat up in shock while dying of illness!
An Fen:[...]
Hey you...
I...
It turns out it's not that there's no marketing.
I didn't even know this thing could be marketed.
Next is the doghouse of Chi Zong.
Chi Zong excitedly shared the messy things in his home with everyone.
For example, it is equipped with wheels and can run around the house, and an alarm clock will only stop when you catch it.
For example, the dead fish one-piece pajamas.
Such as trash cans and water cups.
For example, the Louis XVI hook will separate the head and body after hanging something.
For example, toilet paper with English words printed on it.
Shen Yunzhi picked up the roll of toilet paper, unfolded it and looked at it, with an indescribable expression. "What's the use of this thing? How about you memorize a word while you poop?"
Chi Zong puffed up his chest and looked proud. "Yes! Education through fun, master of time management!"
Shen Yunzhi handed the paper over. "Okay, master of time management, then you can memorize one on the spot and I will listen."
"..." Chi Zong was silent for a while, and then. "Abandon."
I almost made everyone laugh out loud.
Chi Zong took out another projector lamp.
He asked Director to help press the switch, and then he lifted up his clothes.
Chi Zong's ribbed figure immediately projected eight-pack abs.
Director touched his beer belly, and his heart skipped a beat.
"I want to play too, I want to play too!"
Chi Zong took over the projection and asked Director to stand where he was just now.
Director stood up happily and lifted up his clothes.
Chi Zong Everything switch.
The projection of abdominal muscles suddenly turned into a bra.
Director has a cracked expression. "..."
Others:"..."
At that moment, everyone's cerebellum shrank.
[Hahahahaha I knew it! When Director said he wanted to play, Zongzi's lips were harder to press than AK.]
[The weather is cold, so my lips were dry because of this, which made me laugh so hard.]
[Is it easy to park downstairs at Brother Zongzi's house? I'll bring my baby here to play on weekends.]
[Brother Zongzi can't bear to come out even after staying at home all day.]
Shen Yunzhi:"How naive, who on earth would buy these things."
Behind her back, she changed her face again.
"Brother, where did you buy it and how much did it cost?"
The next step is to go to Shen Yunzhi's home.
Shen Yunzhi originally wanted to drag the program crew to the large flat where she lived alone so they could film it.
But when S City landed, Shen Yunzhi suddenly received a series of fatal calls from Jiang Zhen.
I haven't seen this old guy in a long time.
When Shen Yunzhi saw the words "Jiang Zhen" on the incoming call prompt, she was stunned for a moment before she realized that this old man was her father.
After Shen Yunzhi hung up for a few rounds, I simply turned off the phone.
The result didn't take long.
Director handed over his mobile phone. "Teacher Shen What did you do? Your father called me here."
Shen Yunzhi:"..."
She almost laughed out loud at how pervasive this old man was. She took Director's cell phone angrily and pressed the answer button with a tone that could kill anyone.
"What are you doing, Laoden!"
Shen Zhen on the other end of the phone. "...?"
There was a dull thump on the table from the phone. "Why are you talking to your dad!"
Shen Yunzhi rolled his eyes, full of yin and yang. "You pretend to be dead when I come to see you for something, and you act like your father when you come to see me for something, right?"
Jiang Zhen hesitated on the other end of the phone, as if he wanted to refute, but felt that he was in the wrong, so he could only say firmly, "Ask yourself, even if I am partial to you in other places, am I shortchanging you in terms of food, clothing, housing and transportation?"
Jiang Zhen is so rich, what is the difference between giving Shen Yunzhi some living expenses and raising a cat or dog?
Jiang Zhen These words were spoken with confidence, as if they were a great favor from heaven.
Shen Yunzhi laughed angrily, "Okay, okay, you don't have to complain about living expenses. After all, cats and dogs will stutter, so I should respect you."
Jiang Zhen Hearing what Shen Yunzhi said, he was about to talk about the purpose of his trip.
Who knew that in the next second Shen Yunzhi would answer:
"Dad, who cut that slit on your butt? I'm going to avenge you right now."
"..."
"..."
That's a fucking ass crack.
Jiang Zhen took a deep breath before controlling his blood pressure. "I talk to you so loudly and angrily, do you have to make me mad to death?"
Shen Yunzhi said in a surprised tone, "Your mental quality is so low? Why don't you die quickly now and bury me while I still have time?"
Jiang Zhen:"..."