Neither Tieguai Li nor Cookie realized that Ye'er had just been attacked. Ye'er had no experience in this situation for the first time and didn't know how to express it.
She thought there was no evidence to accuse the old man, maybe it was a little bug.
"What is above?" Cookie jumped up, and just touched the huge wooden wheel of the water truck, then turned over in the air, flashed twice and fell to Ye'er's side, with surprise on her face.
"Bang." He spitted a word out of his mouth.
A "sniff" sounded on the water wheel, and the wooden wheel could not stand the weight and began to shake.
Snake Jun Ma Pi blew a bamboo flute on his lips twice with a short, rapid sound, and a black shadow as thick as an arm swam behind him. It was indeed a black python of ten meters long.
"Xiao Hei, don't be naughty, you can't live if you scare people. Go back." Snake Jun touched the head of a python the size of a sea bowl, just like a naughty child.
The python circled around the snake's squid and swam towards the Tuojiang River, and soon disappeared.
Jing Chi Xuemei finally breathed a sigh of relief and pulled Ye'er's neck and said, "Sister Ye'er, go back, I'm very scared."
"Don't be afraid of what should be afraid of, but fear what should not be afraid of." Snake Jun Mapi held the green bamboo pole and looked at Jing Chi Xuemei with a very strange look; "Girl, in this life, no snake will hurt you
you."
"Let's go quickly." Jing Chi Xuemei couldn't stand the gaze of Snake Jun Mapi, and pulled Ye'er and turned around and left.
Cookies and the Eight Immortals both saw Liu Yilan destroying the bamboo pole of Snake Jun Mapi on the ring, and saw the dying white snake. At this time, he was very afraid of the green bamboo pole in Snake Jun Mapi's hand.
, and then left after Jing Chi Xuemei and Ye'er walked away.
If Zhu Tong was there, you could hear the meaning of the words of Snake Jun Mapi. Jing Chi Xuemei had been cursed by the snake Gu possession, but the breath she had on her body could ensure that she would not be harmed by snakes in the future.
If Zhu Tong was there, he would not have let the snake king Mapi go so easily. He could see that Ye'er was attacked, nor would he be afraid of the python named Xiaohei.
Snake Jun Mapi packed up the medicine stall and was about to leave. Two black shadows flashed beside the water wheel.
"Success?" a young voice asked.
"No, that woman is very troublesome, she has something weird." Snake Jun Mapi replied.
"What's weird?" This time it was a slightly older voice.
"I don't know." Snake Jun Mapi packed up the things on the gray cloth and put the bamboo flute on the ground; "What should be done has been done, and the curse was placed on the young man. He had too many things, if not
I don’t have the chance to provoke Xiao Hei. Where is the money?"
A young man walked out of the darkness, put a package on the ground, and picked up the bamboo flute. "How do you use this thing?"
"When you need the help of the Snake God, blow it at him with a flute a few times, and you can't make a sound." Snake Jun Ma Pi opened the package, and there were ten turns of money inside.
"Don't make a sound?" The young man raised his head and found that it was Master Wuqing, a master of the guest monk in front of Yunfeng Temple.
Snake Jun Mapi didn't answer, and put the package into a gray cloth bag, carried it on and tied it, and walked down the Tuojiang River with a green bamboo pole.
Another black shadow appeared, black short hexagram black cloth pants and black cloth shoes, but there was no black hair on the head, and there were several bare scars. It turned out that he was the former host of the Samantabhadra Temple, the master of Master Wuqing, Elder Kongmu.
At midnight, the party in Gong Lan of Nanhai dispersed.
There were three more people in front of Liao Feng. He knew one of them. To be precise, he saw photos on the social version of Shanghai media.
"You are Mr. Li?"
"I am Li Xiang." Zhu Tong handed his business card to Liao Feng and introduced his companions; "Miss Ouyang and Mr. Lan Zhanjiang."
Liao Feng became nervous again. Miss Ouyang’s financial column is a must-read for white-collar workers in Shanghai. Lan Zhanjiang is more famous than "miracle doctor Li Xiang". In Shanghai, although the name Lan Zhanjiang does not have the name "miracle doctor Li Xiang"
It comes loudly, but it is a representative of the wealthy family who overlap with taste and wealth.
Miss Ouyang nodded with a smile, Madam, there is the privilege of not giving or accepting business cards.
Lan Zhanjiang handed a business card to Liao Feng, and took Liao Feng's business card very seriously, read it aside, and put it in the pure gold business card holder. Unlike Zhu Tong, who kept playing with it in his hands; doing that was a bit rude
.
The closer you get to open the card, the more you need to be more careful. Zhu Tong felt every slight breath on Liao Feng, and was a little dissatisfied. Lehman was a thick and high wall. On Liao Feng, he couldn't feel that he could penetrate the wall.
And the murderous aura that passed by might be letting him see the blood first...
"Zhanjiang and his friends all like Mr. Liao's sharp writing style and outstanding insights. I am very happy to have the opportunity to cooperate." Lan Zhanjiang said in pure English.
Liao Feng was stunned and immediately realized that the final investigation began. He didn't know that he was the only one who was receiving the investigation.
Half an hour later, Lan Zhanjiang nodded with satisfaction and said to Zhu Tong: "I think Mr. Liao is the most suitable candidate. His wisdom and eloquence are enough to get the opportunity to talk to Mr. Lehman."
"Thank you Mr. Lan, thank you Mr. Li, thank you Mr. Fanxin." Liao Feng tried his best to suppress his inner ecstasy and wanted to stand up and bow, but he was afraid that it would be too abrupt.
"However, Mr. Liao's shortcomings are also obvious." Lan Zhanjiang changed his tone and said, "Your expression is not clear enough, and the traces of symbols are too heavy in language. Dialogue is not writing articles or reports. You must abandon everything.
Psychology. You should know that your audience is not all well-educated and well-educated white-collar workers. You should express this grand proposition in relatively simple language. You don’t have time to underestimate yourself. Your mission is not to show the weight of Chinese culture and
Tolerance, dignity and pride are your best weapons.”
Liao Feng thought about Lan Zhanjiang's words, but he didn't quite understand.
Miss Ouyang spoke; "The dialogue time is one hour. Remove the pauses at the beginning and end and the middle, and the effective time will not exceed forty minutes. If it is distributed evenly, you and Mr. Lehman each have twenty minutes.
It must be considered clearly that within twenty minutes, you must express your position and conclusion clearly. If calculated according to the text, it will be about five thousand words."
Liao Feng took a breath of cold air, just twenty minutes and five thousand words, how can he express such a sensitive and huge topic?
Zhu Tong looked at the article he wrote with Liao Feng and raised his head and said, "Mr. Lan means that the most infected are those who are selfish, cowardly, timid, smooth, hypocritical, face-loving, and so arrogant in your eyes.
The common people in the city. Your words should be within the scope they can understand. Make a gesture of speaking on their behalf and convey their understanding of human rights to them, rather than leading them to think with your words. You should understand that they are very
They don’t have to think about these problems. They just need to make them feel you
Speaking for them, let them experience the pleasure of venting the dissatisfaction accumulated in their hearts, even if they are qualified, there are still three days left to find a suitable basis. Let's do this, tomorrow, we invite a few friends to discuss together. Mr. Liao
, Your friends can also participate. We can have a preview tomorrow night. I can invite a Korean friend who was once very arrogant and is now in Shanghai. I am responsible for persuading him to have a warm-up match with you. Mr. Liao, your mission
Yes, turn him into a clown in an hour.”
"Mr. Li, what do you mean is that the preview will also be broadcast live?" Liao Feng felt abrupt.
"It's not live broadcast, it's recording broadcast." Zhu Tong's smile appeared on the corner of his mouth; "That person... everyone should have some impression, Mr. Li Zhengxun, former vice president of South Korea's Hanhai Ship and head of the Asia-Pacific region."
"Li Zhengxun...that's a clown." Miss Ouyang smiled with a smile when she half-covered her red lips; "Mr. Liao chose such a person for the preview, but I'm afraid she would lose her standards."
Liao Feng was also a little depressed, Li Zhengxun, the male protagonist in the despicable nude photo. How could "miracle doctor Li Xiang" choose such a preview object for him? He really felt that he had lost his identity when talking to such a person.
Taoist Fanxin didn't speak much, and at this moment he couldn't help but speak; "Miss Ouyang's opinion is very reasonable. Mr. Liao's real opponent is Mr. Lehman. Li Zhengxun's identity and status are too different from Mr. Lehman.
If the effect is not good, it will damage Mr. Liao's image."
"This conversation will not be invited to participate. People from the website will be recorded on the device, and they will only be broadcast on the Internet." Zhu Tong thought it refreshed. Seeing that Liao Feng was not willing, he said: "Mr. Liao, everyone wants it.
Famous, but there are not many opportunities. You need to put down your figure and complete this preview with the sharpest attack. This is a test and a warm-up before going to the battlefield."
"I support Mr. Li's opinion." Lan Zhanjiang spoke; "It doesn't matter who the opponent is. What's important is that you need to prove your ability and find the feeling of facing the camera. We need to use this preview,
Attract enough attention.”
"Those who know me are Mr. Lan." Zhu Tong and Lan Zhanjiang looked at each other and laughed.
Liao Feng is a knife that needs to be sharpened.
At this time, people in the martial arts world understand Zhu Tong's thoughts more. They have three meanings with Li Zhengxun's rehearsal. First, they test and cultivate Liao Feng's sense of liveness, which can be regarded as an advanced training; second, they once again raise the public's attention;
The third is the key point, putting pressure on the opponent and providing Wang Xiangfang with more bargaining chips.
After seeing off Liao Feng and Miss Ouyang, Zhu Tong and Lan Zhanjiang chatted for a while, they had to wait for another person, Song Zhongren, Young Master Song.
With his relationship with the media, Song Zhongren is the best candidate to serve as the coordinator. He also received an invitation tonight, but when he called, he said that because the negotiations were entering a critical stage, Cheng Zhenjiang called him the publicity and communication of Fuhua Shipbuilding.
I really couldn't find time. Zhu Tong called Cheng Zhenjiang, and Song Zhongren agreed to come and talk before twelve o'clock.
At about twelve o'clock, Song Zhongren arrived.
Zhu Tong looked up and down a little stunningly. Song Zhongren changed and wore a casual military uniform that was obviously inconsistent with Gong Lan of Nanhai. In just one month, Song Zhongren had a faint sense of being angry.
Come on, the evil people still need to be beaten by the evil people. Cheng Zhenjiang implemented quasi-military management of the Fuhua Shipbuilding Preparatory Office, and the one who benefited the most was this former playboy.
At 12:30, Zhu Tong, Chen Yiyi, Fanxin Taoist Priest and Mei Lanting walked out of the building side by side. Tonight, they are going to Jiaxue Garden. Tomorrow morning, Liao Feng and Miss Ouyang will also move in. In the next three days, Jia
Snow Garden will become a secret training center and recording center, and will strive to create a city hero belonging to Shanghai.
Lan Zhanjiang was left by Liu Yilan. Zhu Tong knew what she meant and laughed it off.
This night, the busiest person should be Song Zhongren. He had to contact three major websites to determine the specific operating costs. Zhu Tong gave him full authorization. The money spent was related to God, and Mr. Song liked to do it the most.
A black RV drove over and stopped in front of them.
The window glass slid silently, and Huang Hai opened the car door: "Come on, I've been waiting for you for a long time."
Zhu Tong apologized to Fanxin: "I'm sorry, I can't even think of it as a light bulb."
"I know you are a busy person. If you have Lanting with me, don't worry." Fan said in his heart.
"What I don't worry about is actually you; Miss Mei's skills..." Zhu Tong wanted to say a few more crazy words, and Mei Lanting kicked him into the car.
Chen Yiyi sighed in disappointment. Without Zhu Tong, she didn't want to step into that cold mansion.
Huang Hai then stepped on the accelerator and the RV drove into the traffic quickly.
Zhu Tong pulled away the dust from his waist and asked, "Was the Xing man gone?"
"You don't want to see someone, so you have to leave." Huang Hai replied; "You don't need to hide from him. Your actions have been cancelled."
"What a good news. Where are we going now? Officer Huang, don't be too grand. Let's find a place to have a few drinks." Zhu Tong knew yesterday that he was free, otherwise he would not dare to appear in Shanghai so generously
A welcome party was held for Mr. Lehman in the top club.
"The chief wants to see you." He focused on driving and drove, and then said more than a few slow cars in a row; "I don't have time to drink now."
"That's it." Zhu Tong smacked his lips. He really wanted to drink now. Liu Yilan was afraid that he would make the joke of the last time, so she refused to allow the waiter to provide Zhu Tong with white wine. The champagne and red wine at the party were not in line with each other.
Wishing the children's appetite.
"There is wine in the back seat, but don't get drunk." Huang Hai turned his head.
Zhu Tong said thank you, and he shrank and flipped, and his body moved to the back seat.
Huanghai surpassed several slow cars, turned his head and saw Zhu Tsangzhen drinking in the back seat.