Transdimensional Marketing

Chapter 178: The Extra Live Broadcast Ends (Part 1)

"Are you convinced?" Xiao Taohong was triumphant.

"Submit your sister!"

Chen Yu sneered and took out the grenade and pulled the bolt!

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

The bursting blue paint tore up Xiao Taohong instantly.

"Sand sculpture, can you keep your hands on the battlefield?"

Chen Yu got up while mocking. But then, the muzzle of a gun was pressed against the back of his head.

"I surrender!" Chen Yu quickly raised his hand.

"Can you keep your hands on the battlefield?"

Chen Yu: "..."

"sudden!"

"Boom!"

The paint passed through Chen Yu's head, causing it to explode.

Dodging the exploding paint, the soldiers blew the non-existent gunpowder smoke from the muzzle, and entered the frontal battlefield.

[Am I watching an action movie? 】

【Shock! 】

[Playing with paint is really a talent. 】

[The female assistant is a bit fierce, what will happen to the domestic violence after marrying me. 】

【Are you thinking about farting? If you want to marry, marry me. I have personal death accident insurance. 】

【What? The anchor went to the capital? It's getting closer! Inner Mongolia's train just started...]

The intensity of the tower pushing confrontation continued to escalate.

However, since the tipping group was all "old, weak, sick and disabled" except for Chen Yu, they were gradually suppressed by the tacitly coordinated barrage group.

When there were only four minutes left, the whole team in the barrage group handed over the grenades to Xiao Taohong, making her unleash her powers and supernatural powers continuously.

"Buzz-boom!"

The tower that moved to the tipping group's hometown suddenly exploded.

Red paint forms four characters.

[The red team wins! 】

"oh oh!"

Xiao Taohong and the others immediately cheered and boxed in celebration.

Thirty seconds later, Chen Yu came back to life, looked at the four representatives beside him, and sighed: "Uncles, can you stop cheating? Are you all cute?! Lost twice."

The Sony representative raised his submachine gun: "It's not powerful enough."

The representative of Disney held up the Italian cannon: "The distance is not enough."

The representative of the Turing Award raised a sniper rifle: "The rate of fire is not good."

The bank representative was silent for a moment, then raised the roller brush: "Nothing will work."

"..."

Inserting the two guns back, Chen Yu waved his hands, led everyone back to the portal, faced the camera, and said: "Compared with the occupation mode, the tower push mode is more intense, the rhythm is faster, and the requirements for tactics and teammates are also higher. Higher. It is more suitable for specialized players. Then the evaluation of the tower pushing mode ends here. Next, let’s play the last mode, the competitive mode.”

After finishing the words, Chen Yu looked at everyone: "Do you have any ideas about the location of the last game? Brainstorm."

Everyone: "..."

"Then choose the Bird's Nest. Do you have any objections?"

Everyone: "..."

"Since there is no objection, it must be in the bird's nest."

[Forcibly no opinion. 】

[Is there any activity in the Bird's Nest now? 】

[The Voice of China Championship is being held...]

[Peak night? Didn't it start at night? 】

[It's rehearsing, there are many people, because I'm right there emmmm. 】

[Going to make trouble again? ! 】

Taking off the gloves and armor, Chen Yu glanced at the barrage and time on the watch: "It's getting late, let's speed up and try to complete the evaluation of the last mode within 20 minutes."

With that said, he connected the twists and turns of the space, and stepped in first...

...

Capital, special event team conference room.

The middle-aged team leader covered his face wearily: "Stop tossing around... Don't you know how tired we are for the effect of the program?"

Sister Wu next to her was hesitant to speak: "Team...team leader, they have gone to the bird's nest, let's evacuate the crowd now."

"The inner and outer doors are sealed off, and no one is allowed to enter or leave. There should be more reporters there, so all of them are detained."

"yes."

Taking out the medicine box in his arms and taking two pills, the middle-aged team leader stood up and said, "Back up, I'm going to the scene. Some things have to be discussed in person."

"yes……"

...

Bird's Nest, a stage with exquisite scenery.

A female singer was rehearsing before the game, and from time to time she politely apologized to the band teachers behind her and made minor revisions to the arrangement.

Behind the stage, the planner with the Mediterranean hairstyle was communicating with the director with the same hairstyle, and the two parties held their own opinions and argued endlessly.

"Director...director..."

At this time, a young man held his mobile phone and nervously interjected, "Director, overtime... The space-time evaluation is coming."

"Evaluation? What the hell?" The director turned around anxiously: "Media organization? No interviews are accepted right now."

"No...not the media, but an evaluation agency."

"Evaluation agency?" The director frowned: "The official review department? The above has been cleared up, why are you still here? Is it related to fire protection?"

"No, no!" The young man shook his head again and again, and handed the phone to the director: "It's a self-media, evaluating high-tech..."

Hearing the word "We Media", the director's face turned black, and he pushed the young man away: "What are you talking to me about, a broken We Media? Don't you see that I'm busy?"

"It's not...the director..."

"Now those without a sign will not be allowed in, and will be kicked out."

"...I can't get out..." The young man stretched out a finger in a daze, pointing to the stage: "He's here..."

The planner and director subconsciously looked in the direction of the young man's finger, and their mouths gradually grew.

At the oblique rear of the stage, a metal arch with a height of five meters appeared out of thin air. By the way, it broke the two large chandeliers on the roof of the stage.

The next moment, under the horrified gaze of all the staff and media reporters on the scene, big-headed dolls who seemed to come from the second dimension jumped out with weapons in their hands.

"Friends of the audience in front of the screen, now we have arrived at the Bird's Nest, and a stage has been set up for us here, which is very good, very suitable for gunfights..."

Facing the camera and introduced for a while, Chen Yu turned his head to look at the dazed female singer in the middle of the stage, waved his hand and said, "Who is that, please step down, we will use this stage temporarily, stay away."

Female singer: "..."

"Boom!"

The microphone in her hand could no longer be held, and it fell heavily on the floor with a muffled sound. Immediately, he ran away in fear with his long legs.

And this loud noise also woke up the other people present.

Those who screamed, those who retreated, those who took pictures, and those in the know came up to cheer, the scene was a mess.

Chen Yu took a few steps forward, bent down to pick up the microphone and patted it.

"Bang bang..."

"Hello? Hello? Hello. It works."

After reinstalling the arm armor, Chen Yu said into the microphone: "Does anyone know me at the scene?"

"have!"

"it's here!"

"Dad! I'm here!"

"dominate!"

Immediately behind the stage, cheers came one after another, and the rest of the uninformed people were at a loss.

"Do you have a lighting engineer here? Help with lighting on the spot."

"I will!" A young man wearing a sun hat rushed onto the stage, both nervous and excited.

"Then you can go backstage and help me with the lights, thank you very much."

"Lord up, I...can I take a photo with you?"

"Can."

"Awesome!" The young man shook his fist excitedly, then took out his mobile phone with trembling hands, put his arms around Chen Yuyuan's bulging waist, and took a group photo.

"UP master! You are the master of the world!"

Opening his arms and hugging Chen Yu vigorously, the young man yelled a special slogan of "Super Fan", then ran into the backstage and controlled the lights.

"Snapped!"

Ten projection lights focused on the middle of the stage at the same time, illuminating Chen Yu's two-dimensional body shining brightly.

"Then the last evaluation, the competitive mode..."

"Officially begin!"