Wu Qingchen didn't hear this sentence clearly.

Because, just as Ji Mingming spoke, Wu Qingchen's phone was already on, and the next moment, a series of ringtones rang.

What?

Before he could figure out what was going on, Wu Qingchen's fingers had already habitually pressed the answer button.

“&*—#)”

Before he could "heat", the phone just answered, and a series of sharp and urgent questions came from the phone. Wu Qingchen, caught off guard, quickly moved the phone away from his ear.

However, this effect is not great, and the sound from the phone is still very loud. The other party seemed to be in a very noisy environment. The moment the connection was connected, the other party first screamed with extreme joy, and then shouted in a very obvious excitement and eager voice: "Ciao, ciao, is Chen Fenglian? Zili is Al Jazeera, graziaadio, it's hard to dial it out. May I ask you three days ago..."

This series of poor Chinese and languages ​​from unknown countries, and also tried hard to pretend to be professional, but missed the temporary work effect. It took only a few seconds to successfully upset Wu Qingchen. Wu Qingchen quickly interrupted the other party: "Sorry, you called the wrong one... My surname is not Chen."

Pressing the hangup, Wu Qingchen was about to habitually see where the strange phone came from. In less than a second, the phone ringing rang again.

0044777255522…

Wu Qingchen looked down and saw a long list of numbers connected in a row, floating past the display screen in a mighty manner.

Foreign numbers?

Frowning slightly, Wu Qingchen pressed the answer button.

"Hello."

"Harrow, Mr. Wu..."

This time, a middle-aged male voice came from the phone. The Chinese words were round and the voice was slightly low, with a slight nasal sound. In addition to the slightly rapid and breathing, it was the most enjoyable tone that I listened to. "I'm very sorry to disturb you..."

"Huh?" Wu Qingchen could only snort in the form of panacea.

However, even if this kind of response is simply impossible, the voice on the other end of the phone immediately became excited, and the speed of speech increased several times, and the original calmness disappeared without a trace: "You must be very busy now, I only take up a little time for you. This is yours on the afternoon of May 8, 2012 by Mr. Wu..."

"Wait...what did you say?"

This sentence was simply a rapid eruption by a machine gun, and there was no interruption in rereading it at all, so Wu Qingchen could not hear it clearly.

"I'm sorry Mr. Wu, I'm so excited. I'm talking too quickly. This is the Bedford Daily Mirror in England on the afternoon of May 8, 2012. Mr. Wu..."

OK, you won...

Pressing the hangup, Wu Qingchen gave up and continued to communicate with a machine gun.

In less than a second, the phone ringing rang again.

00121212345678…

Come again? Wu Qingchen directly pressed and hung up.

After half a second, 0061282095500...

His brows frowned and continued to hang up, and the phone continued to ring again without hesitation.

003306652168...00496806920285...00270438578...

What's going on?

In less than a minute, he received almost ten strange phone numbers almost uninterruptedly. Holding the ringtone, the phone kept ringing. Wu Qingchen turned his head and cast inquiring eyes at Ji Mingming.

"Is it very busy?" pointed to the phone in Wu Qingchen's hand, Ji Mingming said: "These are the media you are interviewing... Two days ago, there were quite a few people dialing this number. Now it's a little better. You just turned on the computer..."

This is a little better...

After holding the answer, he calmed down for less than half a second, and then continued to ring the phone. Wu Qingchen's face looked very bad.

"Come……"

While saying that, Ji Mingming grabbed the phone in Wu Qingchen's hand, "You used your original phone for a long time and the functions are not very complete. Now the technical department of this mobile phone has processed it and added a little function. Look here..."

Ji Mingming's index finger gently tapped the right side of the phone, and a small dark box popped up above the button for taking the photo, with three buttons inside.

"After pressing this key, this phone only accepts the saved numbers, but this method is the most rigid and probably not very convenient... After pressing this key, all dialed calls will be answered to the secretary station first, and then transferred to you after manual review. This method is a little slower, but you probably can use it. In the end, I didn't understand this key very well. It seems that I have a little bit of both methods. Go back and ask the people in the technical department."

Is the call whitelist for advanced version?

After receiving the call, Wu Qingchen pressed the first button and chose to accept only the incoming calls of saved numbers.

Unfortunately, just after pressing it, it was quiet for up to ten seconds, and Wu Qingchen's phone rang again.

Don't do this, right? I'll just go!

Looking at the phone fiercely, Wu Qingchen's gaze swept quickly across the row of numbers on the screen.

0730117489, Tiantianlong.

Hey, isn’t this the Internet cafe I usually go to?

Wu Qingchen quickly answered the incoming call.

The car whistles, the shop horns, the guests called drinks, and the seat next to him roared at the head. A familiar Internet cafe noise immediately penetrated Wu Qingchen's ears.

"Fuck! It's connected! Damn, you've connected! Give me a call! Stop! Shut up! Everyone! Shut up too, call me! Early in the morning? Stop! Stop!"

After two roars, the noisy sound quickly quieted down.

The voice was a little familiar, and Wu Qingchen was a little doubtful, "Yeah... are you?..."

The other party didn't pay attention to Wu Qingchen's question at all. His voice was quite excited, or he could be extremely excited: "Year-morning, right? Mom* is so awesome! Mom*, how did this come about? Take me to play tricks too! By the way, early morning, where are you now? Do you have time tonight?... No, do you have time now? I and a few guys are playing in the construction host, Lao Laizi Store, Tiantianlong, come here... Forget it, I will pick you up! Wang*, key, give me the car key..."

"Wait..." Wu Qingchen finally remembered that this friend who had a few glasses of wine together last month. He was a little unreliable and familiar with him. However, Wu Qingchen is not available now. "Brother Liu, I can't come now, I'm not at home, I..."

Wu Qingchen did not continue to say anything because someone was talking on the other end of the phone, but the sound suddenly became much smaller, as if Liu Tao was talking to another person.

“He said he wasn’t at home.”

"What? Not at home?... Come, give it to me."

Wow, clang, dong dong dong, snap... the sound of hitting the keyboard, the sound of the seat falling down, the sound of walking quickly, and the sound of the phone turning around.

"Early morning, I am Huang Zhong."

"Brother Huang, hello, I..."

"Early morning, did you tell Liu Tao just now that you are not at home?" Huang Zhong had no idea of ​​greeting Wu Qingchen at all.

"Well, I left Jiang County three days ago, now..." While saying that, Wu Qingchen looked at Ji Mingming, who nodded understandingly, "...I've arrived in the capital."

"Have you arrived in the capital? Are you okay? Is there anything...? What..."

After sucking and spitting for a while, Huang Zhong did not think of the right thing, but Wu Qingchen already understood Huang Zhong's thoughts and felt a little warm.

"Don't worry, I'm fine, eat well and sleep well, and I'm not wronged."

"That's good, that's good..." The other end of the phone seemed to breathe a sigh of relief, "It's good that it's okay."

"Thank you." Wu Qingchen smiled: "You are all in Tiantianlong? Are you playing games?"

"Game?..." Huang Zhong sighed: "I still play Mao's games, just go online to see the news. Alas, in the early morning, many things have been messed up these days. Now you are talking about everything, especially online, you can change your words in a day. We are confused and want to watch TV, but we can't explain it clearly on TV. The news for two days is foggy and I can't understand at all. Now we can only go online to see the news. By the way, before calling you, just as we were..."

Speaking of this, the voice on the other end of the phone suddenly became smaller: "Hey, Wang*, click and see the news just now..."

"Okay, early in the morning, let's be here." After a while, the sound of the phone returned to normal.

“Here.”

"Just just now, we were reading the news online just now, and several software suddenly popped up messages saying that two media in Italy and the UK have interviewed you, so let's read it quickly, wait, I'll read it for you, oh, I can't understand foreign languages, I'll read the translation of the master for you..."

"The latest news from Al Jazeera: Savior or Destruction of the Demon King? The magical Chinese child answered the phone for ten seconds and directly denied his identity. He was suspected of being under house arrest, and his freedom of speech is restricted. There are currently recordings..."

"There is also a British boy with zero distance contact with Sky Boy, an exclusive interview with Bedford Daily Mirror in England: Latest news, at 16:31 on May 11, 2012, our newspaper's special supplement was published one minute ago, Sky Boy accepted our newspaper's exclusive interview. During the interview, Sky Boy responded positively to his identity, had a cordial conversation with our reporter twice, and asked our reporter's opinions on issues that are of general concern to the public..."

"...By the way!" As if he had just remembered it, Huang Zhong suddenly asked, "I almost forgot, are these two messages true?"

this……

Wu Qingchen, who has entered a petrochemical state, really doesn't know how to answer this question.

No wonder my phone call is so busy. It turns out that even if I can't understand it and then hang up it up, I have accepted exclusive interviews from these two media outlets.

"It should be true?"

"Oh? Then I'll hurry up and record...Wang*, where is the recording? Address, send me an address..."

"...Is this the case? Can't click it...you can't click it either? Did anyone click it?...! Didn't you click it? What did you say? What servers, both of them were exploded!"

What the hell!

Wu Qingchen's facial muscles were directly stiff.

No wonder my phone number is so busy. It turns out that this is such an interview and can achieve such amazing results.

I personally participated in this completely inexplicable visit performance and heard this incredible visit gain with my own ears. Wu Qingchen, who had originally been vaguely flinched deep in his heart, deliberately did not inquire and did not pay attention to it, suddenly wanted to see the earth's world's eyes when viewed.
Chapter completed!