Let You Drive The Excavator, You Dug Out The Nuke

691. Pulling Fang Yang To Take Care Of Health Care? Are You Firing? (Please Order In Full)

As everyone discussed, Fang Yang had already said goodbye to the people from the Cultural Relics Bureau.

Fang Yang had already been delayed a lot of time today, and the people from the Cultural Relics Bureau over there were too embarrassed to keep Fang Yang any longer, so when Fang Yang said goodbye to them, they let him go without any hesitation.

Fang Yang and the others couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief when they got back to the car.

Even the photographer was exhausted at this time.

"I'm really tired, so tired.

He couldn't help but say these 13 sentences, then asked Fang Yang to say hello to the people in the live broadcast room, closed the live broadcast room, and then leaned against the car with his camera in his arms. On the seat, a pair of eyes stared.

When he was in the car, he still had a lot to say, so he couldn't help but speak at this time.

"This is all very unexpected. I really didn't expect that I could actually dig out jade raw materials, and it was also a cultural relic."

"Who could have imagined such a thing?"

Obviously no one in the car responded, but the photographer seemed to have a lot to say, so he was very happy even if he was talking alone at this time.

When the photographer was muttering alone, Fang Yang cast his eyes on him for a moment, and then quickly moved away.

It is completely foreseeable that photographers would have such thoughts.

Nothing special about it.

Fang Yang felt that no matter what could be excavated underground, even if he had no idea about it before, he would not be surprised by it.

Anyway, the things buried underground are either useless things or cultural relics, at least that's what it looks like to him, and Fang Yang has not found any useless things so far.

"Okay, aren't you tired today? You've been tired for such a long time and you can't just calm down and have a good rest."

The other party kept talking, but Fang Yang couldn't help but complain.

Originally he had no reaction, but the photographer's volume was too loud and he kept talking.

"Brother, you couldn't sleep at all in the car. What can you do if you just let me talk for a while or talk with me for a while?"

The photographer is shameless.

"I'm not mentally exhausted right now, I just feel a little tired physically. I'll have to find a place to have someone give me a massage later."

Having said this, he cast his eyes directly on Fang Yang and suggested: "Brother, the driver and I went for a massage before, but you didn't go. This time, come with us." , very comfortable.”

After listening to the photographer's proposal, Fang Yang chose to refuse without hesitation.

Fang Yang is indeed a little tired, but his fatigue is mental fatigue, which is completely different from the photographer's fatigue, and he feels that all he needs is rest time.

"I haven't had time to eat in the evening, so everyone can go about their own business after dinner.

After Fang Yang said this, he waved to the photographer.

"My brain feels like being pricked by a needle. It hurts a little. Please don't talk to me anymore.

Fang Yang said this to the photographer, and then closed his eyes again.

If Fang Yang didn't say what was wrong with him, the photographer would definitely not have restrained himself and would still talk endlessly. However, now Fang Yang has made it clear that his brain feels very uncomfortable, as if he is being pricked by needles. It hurts just as much as it hurts. This seems to be a complete overuse of the brain. .