This realistic expression made Gusu Ting think that she had misheard what Chen Ke said.
Zhang Hongcheng didn't like to have any contact with people who were obviously from overseas, so he pulled Section Chief Chen, who was in a dilemma, and walked directly into the inner hall.
He has a lot of things to do today. He also has to use the excuse of finding the relics of the martyrs to get in touch with the martyr management unit in Shanxi Province.
Gusu Ting's sudden approach only made Zhang Hongcheng secretly warn that he must be more low-key in the future.
Gusu Ting couldn't enter the inner hall, so she could only watch the two people disappear before her eyes.
"Did I really hear it wrong?"
Gusu Ting's self-doubt did not last more than ten seconds before it was broken by the casual conversation of two museum staff members who passed by her.
"Who did Brother Chen go in with just now?"
"He seems to be a student from Minzu University."
"What kind of student is worthy of our section chief's personal visit?"
"I heard that this student is the screenwriter of Wulong Mountain."
"Zhang, what's that?"
"Zhang Hongcheng?"
"Yes, I just glanced at the register, and that's the name."
The chatter gradually faded away, but Gusu Ting's expression became subtle.
There's three parts of amusement mixed in with two parts of dissatisfaction.
Who is this person? !
…
In the second inner hall of the Military Expo Center, Zhang Hongcheng looked at the information and relics in front of him, but he was thinking about another thing in his mind.
——The braided dress worn by the woman who had obviously returned from overseas.
——It’s almost time for this kind of clothing to become popular again.
——How about using Shang Yiming as a mascot to make some money first?
——Think about how my wife looks in a blouse, hehehehe...
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