Chapter 565 This is the real human, clan, great, emperor!
In Li Youzhi's live broadcast room, the number of people online at this time has exceeded 100,000.
If you put this popularity on Doushou, it would already be at the T1 level. However, compared to Li Youzhi's total number of over 100 million and his active fan base of more than 20 million, it is actually relatively poor.
The reason for this is because his fans are the most trouble-making group of people on the Internet. Tonight, most Leziren fans were busy lining up at the Yoshile Embassy.
Now, seeing Li Youzhi lift up the train of his robe and let that ordinary gown transform into the shape of the red, white, black and green flag of Canaanstan on the red carpet at the Berlin Film Festival, I was entertained all night long. Netizens who were so angry at the hegemony of public opinion among their allies were boiling with excitement!
"Shit, shit, shit!!! What did I see? What the hell are these clothes?"
"Tears burst out from his eyes. Where is the gown he is wearing? It is a cry for freedom and justice!"
"He listened, brothers... He actually listened to those idiots who suggested that he speak out for Canaanstan. I thought that with his current status, the little brother would not pay attention to such outrageous suggestions. He... He listened! This time, he is betting on his future!"
"The moment he walks on the red carpet, he is a movie star, but the moment he lifts his clothes, he is a human star! Tonight, the world is swaying under his clothes!"
“The world sways under his hem!”
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On the red carpet.
Hearing a series of system beeps next to his ears, Li Youzhi seemed to have become the focus of the audience. There was a hint of bitterness on the corner of Li Youzhi's mouth, which was locked tightly by the cameras.
Amidst the clicking sounds of shutters and dazzling flashes, he saw the panicked film festival organizing committee members at the end of the red carpet calling for on-site security.
It’s cool to be in the limelight,
But look at this virtue... I'm afraid I will be the first guest to be kicked out of the Berlin Film Festival tonight.
"Why? Li, you are a Chinese, why would you do such a thing?"
Just when Li Youzhi was secretly thinking about how he should be carried out in such a way that he would not lose his status and appear calmer, the reporter closest to him shouted with all his strength.
Hearing this question, Li Youzhi lowered his head and looked at the person asking the question. Li Youzhi pursed his lips when he saw the RTTV, which is the Russian national television media personnel certificate, on the reporter's chest;
"As you said, what is happening in Canaanstan now seems to have nothing to do with me. The cannonballs fired by Shile did not hit my school. Those buried under the collapsed buildings were not my compatriots. It’s not our children who are struggling in the ruins.”
Hearing Li Youzhi speak, the noise at the scene fell silent instantly.
Faced with sporadic flashing lights and a large number of microphones that were stretched out in front of him for fear of missing the hot spot, Li Youzhi smiled faintly, but his eyes became firm and deep;
"But the Chinese people have suffered such suffering in the long history of modern history."
Looking away at the on-site security guards who were struggling to separate the crowd and push towards this side, Li Youzhi took a deep breath and his tone suddenly became serious and passionate;
"In 1900, we were trembling under the foreign guns and artillery of the invaders. In 1931, we were wailing in pain under the iron heel of the militaristic Nazis. Before and even after the founding of New China, we were on the road to independence and self-reliance. We shed countless blood and tears."
"Because we have been caught in such rain, we know that people in the rain need an umbrella that reaches above their heads! In 1900, in 1931, in 1937... in the Northeast, in Nanjing, in every inch of China In a land trampled by invasion and bombarded by bullets, we did not wait for that umbrella.”
"After the arduous struggle of countless forefathers, China today is no longer the weak country that was at the mercy of others in modern times. The people of this country finally have the right to express their voices to the world."
After taking a steady look at the RTTV reporters crowded in front of the isolation zone, Li Youzhi straightened his waist;
"Just now you asked me what tonight is for? Then I answer you; for the current Canaanstan, for us in the past, and for the future, when the world is dominated by NCism, militarism, and any injustice. When the invaders want to raise the butcher's knife, they are worried and fearful!"
"We are neither politicians nor soldiers, and we cannot influence any conflict in the world, but we are witnesses... and we can also be shouters!"
As Li Youzhi finished his powerful words, the scene once again fell into deathly silence.
Only the group of security guards who came to evict the people after receiving orders from the leaders of the organizing committee issued a series of shouts of "get out of the way".
Just like the scene, at this time, hands were shaking, TKTK, and Li Youzhi's own live broadcast room fell into deathly silence again.
It wasn't until the burly security guards in the picture grabbed Li Youzhi's arms and "escorted" him out of the red carpet with livid faces that the live broadcast room, where the number of people was surging, finally exploded like an explosive barrage!
"It's so well said, so well said. This is the meaning of being a star. This is what a public figure should be like!"
"Don't insult my little brother. At this moment, he is no longer a star. Don't compare him with those guys who can only pose on the red carpet. Tonight, he is the emperor of the human race!"
"Indeed, this is the real emperor of the human race!"
"Welcome to the emperor of the human race!"
At the film festival.
Being squeezed into a corner by the surging media, Tu Susu held her mobile phone and looked at the back of the man who was escorted out by security guards like a righteous man, surrounded by tens of millions of bullet comments. She was stunned.
As the second in command of Heguang Culture, she clearly realized that the company's future was perfect.
But as a friend, classmate, and even a simple woman, one thing that cannot be denied is...
That back...is so damn handsome!
Taking a deep breath, Tu Susu took out her mobile phone and opened the management group of Heguang Culture.
After manually @ing Zhou Yuan, Liu Meng, Gu Dong, Wang Hui, several company executives, and Guan Jiaojiao, who is currently in charge of the company's public relations department, he sent out the screenshots of the live broadcast just now.
"Brothers, there is a good news and a bad news."
"The good news is that just now this bastard got the No. 25 film of his life, and he was so handsome that people had nosebleeds."
Looking at the group boiling instantly, and the "666" that was brushed out, Tu Susu was silent and shed tears.
"The bad news is that the public relations department is going to be exhausted."