Seeing Guo Dalu reporting Wang Pan in front of Wang Pan, the entire backstage staff were full of moms and criticisms, and everyone was a little unbelievable about their eyes and ears.

Damn, can you report others in front of others? Is there such an operation?

Wang Pan is in a bad mood. What am I doing? I just want to get a championship for my fucking daughter? If you don’t agree with such a shit, would you say that, as for this?

Damn, you will report it if you disagree. The guy opposite is a lunatic!

It's simply unreasonable! It's inexplicable! Whoever you catches and bites you!

"alright."

After Guo Dalu finished the phone call, he looked at Wang Pan, "Director Wang, do you have a Xiaomi or a goddaughter? What I say doesn't count, what you say doesn't count, what you say doesn't count, what you say does not count, what the comrades in the investigation team will say."

He spread his hands, "Look, I am such a fair person. To prove your innocence, I even risked reporting you with malicious reports."

Guo Dalu looked moved by himself, "Is there anyone as good as me in the world? Sacrifice yourself and illuminate others. To be honest, I am a little moved by myself!"

Wang Pan looked at Guo Dalu for a while as if he was looking at a monster. He felt like he was in a dream. It took him a long time to come back to his senses.

"you……"

He raised his hand and pointed at Guo Dalu, "I..."

Wang Pan was so excited that he couldn't even speak smoothly, "I remember you!"

"Don't be excited, don't be excited!"

Guo Dalu looked worried, "If your blood pressure rises and your cardiac arrest is sudden death! I understand that you are moved, but you can't be moved to death!"

"you……"

Wang Pan felt the blue veins on his forehead pounding, his eyes turned black, his chest was undulating, and his breathing was not smooth.

He pointed at Guo Dalu with one hand and covered his chest with the other, his eyes bulging out, like a fish with hypoxia, gasping for breath, unable to say a word.

Guo Dalu was startled, "Hey, hey, man, you can't die! Our competition is about to begin. If you die here, you will delay our work!"

He pointed his hand at the door, "Why don't you go outside and die?"

Wang Pan: "...I'm damn..."

He was so angry that his whole body was trembling, his heart thumped, and he almost passed by.

As an old man who has been involved in the officialdom, Wang Pan feels that he is well-informed and hasn't seen anyone he has seen before?

But this is the first time he has met a person like Guo Dalu. He has never heard of it before, or even thought about it.

Damn, isn’t it just a little thing about scattering people in the game? If you don’t agree, you’ll say it. The key is that I didn’t even have time to say scattering people. I just want to talk to you!

I didn't say anything now, you just reported me! This is simply a disaster!

Now that I am still sarcastic to myself, it is simply angering and not worth my life.

In an instant, Wang Pan felt that the whole world was full of deep malice towards him, and his body shook and fell softly to the ground.

When he fainted, he vaguely heard Guo Dalu's scream, "Hey, what's wrong with Director Wang? Damn, did he commit suicide for fear of guilt?"

Wang Pan: "...What kind of human nature is this guy?"

He wanted to say something else, but his eyes turned dark and he didn't know anything.

Half an hour later.

A group of staff in the backstage watched Wang Pan being carried into the ambulance, and watched the ambulance go away. Everyone looked sympathetic, "Who can you blame me for being killed? Now, who dares to go to Guo Dalu? Everyone is afraid that they will not be able to hide. You should take the initiative to get up. Now, your face is swollen?"

"Master Guo, it's not good for us to do this, right?"

Ren Jianguo, the person in charge of the venue, has been wiping sweat with a towel from the beginning, and now he is soaked all over. "Are we offending people too much?"

Guo Dalu disagreed, "I'm afraid of him! I'm called offending people? I'm called eliminating harm for the people!"

He laughed and said, "I can guarantee that from today on, the number of people involved in our competition will definitely be significantly reduced."

Ren Jianguo said, "Who dares to come with you, the master? If one comes and you report one, isn't this a trap? How many fools are there in the official position?"

He was frightened by Guo Dalu's actions just now and was covered in sweat. At this time, he looked at Guo Dalu as if he was looking at an ancient ferocious beast. He became trembling, fearing that he would be "reported" by Guo Dalu. At this time, he heard Guo Dalu speak and hurriedly agreed, "Yes, yes, with you in charge, our competition will definitely be fair and just, far beyond the previous competition."

Guo Dalu laughed, "Okay, get ready, the game is about to begin!"

While waiting for the competition, the entire backstage staff and several judges looked at Guo Dalu from time to time, and everyone was a little confused.

Until the start of the competition, several judges were still a little restless.

Everyone was shocked by Guo Dalu's unusual behavior.

In the competition hall.

The host held the microphone in his hand and brewed for a long time before he returned to normal face:

"China's Voice, Singer Selection Competition, Beijing Competition Area, now it starts."

"Now, I'll invite the first singer to the stage!"

After the host stepped down, a woman wearing a straw hat and a plaid dress walked onto the stage.

This woman is in her thirties and dresses like a rural woman decades ago. As soon as she comes on stage, she reveals a strong rural atmosphere.

"Hello teachers, I am from the countryside. I have loved singing since I was a child..."

"You wait a moment!"

Guo Dalu interrupted Wu Bani's words, "I am also a rural person. I am still a farmer now, and I am also a man who kills pigs and sells meat."

He looked at Tsuba Ni, "But this has nothing to do with the competition! Everyone has their own identity in their lives, so you don't need to emphasize anything. Your outfit is obviously the dress of a rural woman more than ten years ago, but now, who in the rural women have such outfits? Now they are mechanized production, and even some places have become automated production. Who is still holding a sickle to harvest crops? A dress like you cannot meet one of the 100 rural girls."

Guo Dalu laughed and said, "The current rural girls are no different from those in the city in terms of dressing. However, you still dress like this, obviously deliberately making yourself have topicality."

He looked at Tomb Ni with a playful look, "You are not a rural person! Or, you are not a pure farmer! Do you think farmers are all very rustic? While deliberately emphasizing your identity as a farmer, your outfit not only did not bring glory to the farmers, but instead discredited the image of the farmers today."

Guo Dalu smiled and said, "I'll ask you, how many acres of land do you have? What crops are they planted? What should you do in the field at this time?"
Chapter completed!