RNP Chapter 335: Zong Ye is keen on grabbing fruits
Chapter 335: Zong Ye is keen on grabbing fruits
"What nonsense are you talking about?"
The audience felt that Wang Jialiang was talking nonsense. Who doesn’t want to get rich? Who doesn’t want to get rich quickly?
If they don't want to get rich, would they sit here and watch them?
Wang Jialiang got the answer he wanted and became even more excited. "Since you want to get rich, you must watch our third level - if you want to get rich, I will help you!"
When the audience heard the name, their eyes widened!
What does it mean! ?
Does this mean that the program team wants to help the audience realize their dreams?!
"Stop hiding your secret and tell me quickly!" The audience couldn't wait to know the content of the third level, so they urged Wang Jialiang to stop keeping the audience in suspense and talk less nonsense.
The more anxious the audience became, the bigger the smile on Wang Jialiang's face and the slower he spoke.
The audience was so angry that they wanted to throw the bottles in their hands onto the stage and smash his head.
“Bad, now you come and draw the lucky audience of Master Yue Lin!” Ye Zhiyu shook the ball outside the box, then reached out to grab the ball.
Audience: “…” Is that too exciting?
Seeing that the scene had quieted down, Ling Yong'e wiped the sweat off her forehead and said, "They are such a jerk. They should just behave themselves. Is it true that we can't draw lots now?"
As soon as the rules came out, the audience screamed with joy.
That time, I was a little slower.
I am so depressed and crazy, right?!
How to earn money?
"Not only that, this time the production team has no limit on the number of levels you can complete. In other words, the master can help you achieve as big as your dream is."
My expression looked calm, but my little sister could tell from the way I walked that I was relaxed and excited.
It seems that I first looked at your future results at that level, and then chose this person into my hands.
Or, am I just not interested in tripping you up just because I see you having fun?
"Of course, you will have to pay for the master's fees."
As soon as Ye Zhiyu's voice fell, the boy walked off the stage impatiently.
[Seven, lucky audience members tell what they want most in their hearts]
In other words, take the fruits of your labor.
In the next level, I am not like this, and in the level before that, I am still like this.
"Now, come and draw the lucky audience member of Master Bai Songzi. Let you see which one you will choose?" Ye Zhiyu's hands were turning back and forth outside the box, with a smile on his face and a quick voice, which kept the audience in suspense.
Xiaojia laughed politely, "Hahahaha", laughing at how promising I was, but at the same time she hugged her chest and howled with jealousy, "Why was it me/you who was picked?!"
When Wang Jialiang was complaining in his heart, Ye Zhiyu had not finished drawing lots.
The most important thing is to earn the amount of money that the audience expects within the specified time. What if it is a very small amount?
Ling Yong'e looked at the number in her hand, then turned the number to the camera and said to the audience: "Number 45! Where is number 45!?"
Wang Jialiang turned his head, raised his eyebrows at me, and said, "It's his, he can take it away if he wants."
Of course, the audience does not mind paying fees to the masters. You know, the masters standing here are all masters who are in high demand in Hong Kong.
That Zong Ye is really keen on blocking your way?
"The program team will not charge any fees for the money earned!"
The moment the yellow plastic ball was taken out, Wang Jialiang's eyes fell on Zong Ye for a moment.
"Does he need to tell me that!?"
At this moment, Ling Yong's face turned so pale that water seemed to drip out of it.
"Just by listening to the name, you can tell that the production team is going to do something big this time, right?" Wang Jialiang took a few steps forward, holding the microphone, and continued to speak to the audience.
How can money be earned so easily?
[He wants to get rich? You help him! ]
"You! It's you!" A boy wearing a red halter top and denim pants stood up excitedly, pointing at himself and spoke happily.
The scene became quiet, and Xiaojia held his breath, waiting for the number Ye Zhiyu drew.
Did you ever think you were so lucky that you were the first one picked?
Now that the program crew has given us convenience, how can we be unhappy?
I looked at the number below, then turned it towards the camera, "Number 124! Where is number 124!?"
Ling Yong'e stood in the audience, listening to the levels given by the program team.
"Welcome No. 45 to step down!"
[Seventh, the appearance fee of the teacher is paid by the audience (the appearance fee is fixed according to the amount of the lucky audience's wish)]
If you are mistaken, the seat of the ball should be the one you chose.
He stretched out his hand and pulled it out after a few seconds.
Even if you have money, you may not be able to invite the other person!
Unfortunately, no one responded from number 89, so Ye Zhiyu could only throw the ball back into the box and draw again.
"No. 89! Excuse me, where is No. 89?" Ye Zhiyu's voice came from the audience, and I called No. 89 coldly.
Do I know that the reason you can win is because of your ability, but because of the audience themselves?
You think the program crew is playing with fire.
Ye Zhiyu was in control of the situation from the audience, "They were going to scream first, be quiet, be quiet!"
The audience stared at my hands with their eyes blinking.
That time I drew a green plastic ball.
Your whole body was agitated, your face turning red with emotion.
[1. The host randomly touches the ball (there is no seat number under the ball) and selects seven lucky audience members to leave the stage]
No one dared to challenge the host's authority anymore. They just sat there obediently, looking at Ye Zhiyu eagerly, wanting me to choose them.
The audience was still screaming and laughing.
Ye Zhiyu's hand was outside the box, picking and choosing for a long time before he took out the plastic ball.
What I was holding in my hand was a red plastic ball with the number 45 written underneath it.
"Hurry up, lay down the rules!"
It seems that getting rich quickly is just around the corner.
The way we look at Ye Zhiyu now is as if we are looking at the God of Wealth, waiting for the God of Wealth to call you and give you money.
Just when the audience's patience was running out, I finally pulled my hand away.
"You know the rules, you just want to know what the rules are for level eight!"
"Where is Master Zongye's lucky audience?" It was still the same process as before, shaking, shaking, and then stretching out his hand and walking away.
As soon as Ye Zhiyu's voice fell, a woman in a gray T-shirt and a red baseball cap stood up. She was waiting for Ye Zhiyu to let me leave the stage, so I spontaneously walked down the stage.
[Eight, the teacher can always choose to help the lucky audience win the prize, or always convert it into money and help the lucky audience earn it within the specified time]
The audience's "coldness" had not yet been controlled. Seeing that the situation was about to be controlled, Ye Zhiyu asked the staff to bring down the rule board of the eighth level.
Before the woman stepped down, Ye Zhiyu's hand fell under the box again.
"If they call again, you will draw a seat number!" With just one sentence, the scene was successfully quieted down.