The anchor has a concert

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Pan An's explanation is a bit convoluted. Ordinary people may need to ponder it carefully before they can understand the essence of it.

But these are not a problem at all for rangers.

If it is said that before His Majesty Emperor Shengwu, their martyrdom was doing justice for the sky every time.

This is the original intention of their martyrdom now.

All the rangers present, including Wu Song, had a look of relief in their eyes or faces that their behavior was recognized by the protected person.

In recent years, the cabinet and the government have blocked their news so severely that Ranger almost became a volunteer in the eyes of the public.

Then there is the noble class who also belong to the hostile camp with the ranger group and have been fighting for 3000 years.

After taking control of the entertainment industry, they frantically dug graves and turned over old accounts, and played with the set of film and television dramas where rangers used to wipe out people all over the house, and were even deceived by others to kill all good people.

It is hard to make the image of the Ranger into a brainless and cruel

Wu Song stretched out his hand, and patted his arm with just enough strength: "It's rare that you are a sensible person, little brother. With your thank you, I have earned it!"

Hu Yan checked the time again, and couldn't help reminding: "Let's go, the time is already a bit rushed, and if you delay it, you may lose your promise!"

"Let's go, we'll meet later" Wu Song said with a smile to Pan An, but got stuck.

Then he laughed at himself and added the last two words: "No period!"

Hu Yan hurriedly arranged: "Xiao Wu, you and brother will send the little brother back, and uncle Zhong and I will send brother Wu to the Supervision Office."

Pan An watched the old ranger, Wu Song, and Hu Yan get into the car together, suddenly remembered something, and couldn't help but raised his voice to remind:

"Brother Wu, at twelve o'clock, remember to come to live broadcast room 007 of Xingyao live broadcast platform, and I will send you a song!"

Wu Song stretched out a hand and waved it: "Forget it, I don't like those fancy tunes."

But soon he poked his head out again, and added: "Unless you, little brother, use suona to make me a tune, I'll try to trouble the people from the Supervision Office."

In desperation, Pan An fully agreed: "Yes! Suona!"

Originally, when Wu Song praised Pan An as a sensible person, the live broadcast room was filled with thank you on the screen.

As a result, due to the agreement between the two, the order was suddenly chaotic, and countless question marks and ellipsis appeared.

As a traditional musical instrument of the empire, the suona, in everyone's memory, seems to be mostly used at funerals, and it is extremely rare on other occasions

Rao everyone believed in Pan An's music production ability and talent, and felt that this time, he was very likely to be completely taken into the ditch by Wu Song's strange hobby.

No, there are already loyal fans in the live broadcast room, and they are trying to persuade him to think twice.

Not only that, Qin Xiaoqian, who had been following the situation in his live broadcast room, called again and criticized aggressively:

"Xiao An, are you floating? Who gave you the courage to tinker with suona music? Since the creation of that thing, has there been any well-known music? Are all the ancients fools?"

Pan An happened to take this phone call to explain to everyone who cared about him:

"I didn't say that I wanted to make a pure suona song, but with suona as the main piece and supplemented by other instruments, I don't believe I can't come up with a piece that echoes the deeds of Brother Wu Song!"

Chapter 0238 We owe the ranger a thank you (Thank you reward 9)

After Pan An said goodbye to the two rangers who sent him back, Qi Cheng'er and the others immediately surrounded him.

However, for some unknown reason, everyone just looked at him helplessly and remained silent, as if they didn't know how to speak.

"Don't worry, everyone, I know this matter well."

Seeing this, Pan An suppressed the emotion in his heart, and took the lead to break the silence and comfort everyone.

He didn't plan to stay at the restaurant. After saying hello, he took the live broadcast room and rushed to the square near the stage car.

Here, the mood of the masses is still very intense.

Pan An heard all kinds of slogans before he even got out of the car, so he decided to come here early to make a street visit.

Unexpectedly, before he got close, he was spotted by a police officer with a serious expression and stopped him: "Don't take pictures, there is nothing to take pictures of"

Hearing this, Pan An immediately observed the surrounding situation, and found that there were quite a lot of people patrolling the yamen.

There are a lot of people in the crowd, and they seem to be doing the same thing, prohibiting the crowd from taking pictures or something.

Combined with the faint blockade formed by the staff of the peripheral patrolling Yamen, Pan An immediately realized that the government had learned about it, and attached great importance to the martyrdom of the ranger, and had already launched an action.

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Really useful?

There was no need for Pan An to think of a way. The people who were blocked invisible by these policemen and shouted slogans inside quickly discovered the situation here through the content projected on the big screen.

Someone reminded loudly: "Everyone, look at the big screen, the camera is outside!"

With this shout, everyone around turned their gazes to the screen, confirming this.

"It's really outside!"

"What is that patrolman doing?"

With the support of these audiences, more and more people found out that Pan An was stopped by the police.

And soon found that they were isolated by the patrol outside.

Passers-by outside who want to come in will be secretly persuaded by those patrols.

And if the people inside want to get out, it's easy for them.

If things go on like this, the number of spectators stranded in the square will inevitably become less and less, which will eventually disintegrate this force that has been gathered with great difficulty.

How can someone who can think of so many things in a short period of time let this happen?

I think of what the ranger named Wu Song mentioned, the government blocked information about ranger, so that in everyone's mind, ranger only has the same functions as volunteers

These patrols were immediately reduced to evil forces.

"These patrols want to block the news!"

"They are dissuading other passers-by!"

As these smart people revealed the truth, thousands of people at the scene suddenly fell into an uproar.

Those with a quick temper immediately yelled:

"Patrol go away!"