Long Live the Counterattack

Take a closer look at Nun Nun and say that she is Lin Dong's daughter. Everyone feels that she is not very similar.

Did Lin Dong and Cheng Mingge have daughters when they were fifteen or sixteen? Besides, with Cheng Mingge's small body, everyone does not believe that she can give birth to a child! As soon as the cute girl appeared on the stage, it attracted the attention of countless people.

Online.

People took pleasure in guessing her identity, and even gossip foreign media came over to join in the fun!

Unlike domestic river crabs, as long as foreign paparazzi have money, they can buy even the freshest and hottest first-hand news. The identity of the nun and nun quickly made it clear to the crooked fruit. Among them, there is one. The talk show host with almost no morals even took his show to increase controversy and attract viewers!

"This may be the richest and most loved little guy in the world! I have to say, she is so cute!" The talk show host deliberately provoked this topic to let the audience guess: "Do you know who she is? Daughter? Mr. Wood, hey, I knew you would say that..."

"I heard that she is just the child of a local TV station host!" The assistant of the talk show is responsible for the funny.

"Oh, I can't believe you, because you are the biggest liar among the people I know." The talk show host used funny words to elicit the guest: "Maybe the guest below has the information I want, which is different from you. He is willing to share with us for free!"

"It's free to feed me, too?" The assistant expressed anger.

"So you are willing to do your work for nothing today? If you don't want it, can you let me take it on your behalf?" the talk show host asked with a smile.

"Of course not, that's what I deserve! Protest, you can't use my salary to prove that I'm a liar. Then I will break your relationship with you!" The assistant, as the host's teasing object, cooperated very professionally. The audience present Laughed.

In laughter.

A well-prepared guest was invited to the stage.

After greeting, the guests in suits and leather shoes sat in front of the camera and told the impatient audience about the relationship between Nun Nun and Lin Dong.

"Speaking of this child. There is also a story in it." One of the guests was obviously an insider. He briefly said the identity of the nun, and used deeper things to attract the audience's interest: "Her mother is actually dripping blood. The bait used by the sharp knife to lure Mr. Muko to the bait! In fact, from this, we can prove that her family has a very close relationship with Mr. Muko. I remember that only the host was able to get the exclusive news about Muko and the monitor! What I am most interested in is the death of that sniper! How unlucky this guy must have let a snake bite to death in the process of lurking!"

"I never believe that the death of the sniper was killed by a snake!" The talk show host questioned the incident.

"Anyone with normal intelligence will not believe it." The assistant also shook his head.

"Who do you believe?" The talk show host's question made the audience laugh.

"This is true. Although it is bizarre, it is true!" The guest laughed loudly: "When I heard this news, I didn't believe it at all. But judging from the information sent back from China, the sniper The unlucky ghost did die of poisoning! His hand still has bite marks and cross bloodletting cuts. Obviously he was bitten by a snake or some kind of poisonous insect. He found it by himself and dealt with it on the spot, but this guy may be eager to kill Mr. Wood, regardless of the poisoning. , Still aiming at the target, and eventually the poison went off. Yes. I saw a photo. Before he died, this guy thought he would be able to kill successfully. There was even a triumphant smile on his stiff face!"

"Oh, you mean it's just a few seconds of failure?" The talk show host immediately yelled.

"Yes, maybe one more second, Mr. Wood will disappear from the world. Fortunately, God can't see, he took away this guy who was preparing for bad things in advance!" The guests' words made the audience applaud warmly. But many caring people itch with hatred and curse secretly. Zhentma's **** luck!

"Can you tell us a little bit more? For example, we want to know how much money Mr. Muko from a wealthy country has!" the assistant asked deliberately.

"I don't know!" The guests spread their hands, and pretended to cry weakly: "Please. No one knows how much money he has except God! That is definitely an astronomical figure! Sixty billion? No, I never believe him. There are only 60 billion. The information I have obtained is that the local tyrants in the Middle East alone will give Mr. Mutsu no less than 200 billion. Now not only the Middle Easterners, but also the Europeans are starting to go crazy. They are doing everything possible to give Mr. Mutsu money. , So no one knows what the final number is. It’s impossible. I guess even Mr. Mu-woo doesn’t know how much money he has!"

"If the elites on Wall Street can't figure it out, can't we hire some astronomers to calculate those astronomical figures?" the talk show host asked exaggeratedly.

"The problem is that this astronomical figure is still rising frantically, and no one knows where its upper limit is!" The guest's answer made the audience laugh.

"Middle Easterners give money to Mr. Mu, and Europeans are not far behind. What about us? What are our people doing at this time? Since there are such good genetic medicines, we don’t buy some to come back for research? Even though one billion dollars one It’s a bit expensive, but if you don’t study it, don’t you always have to follow Mr. Wood to eat the dust? I think the money is still available. What’s your opinion?” The talk show host looked at his companions democratically.

"I have money and I will buy it too!" The assistant expressed the hope that he was a tyrant prince.

"Yes, your belly really needs to be reduced by one." The talk show host said, and the audience laughed directly.

"I won't take a billion dollars to reduce my belly!" The assistant cooperated to catch the appetite of the audience: "What can I do with a billion dollars? I can buy many of my beloved Lamborghini, many luxury villas. , I can also order an airplane and travel around the world. The most important thing is that I can buy the stock of the TV station and let you work for me at that time!"

"So, the only thing you will always be with is this **** belly!" The talk show host shrugged his shoulders.

"Let's listen to the opinions of the guests!" The assistant returned the topic to the guests after being funny.

"I have a good news and a bad news. Which one do you want to hear first?" The guest asked the host and assistant to choose between them. The two deliberately fought for a long time and chose the good news. The guests are looking forward to the audience. He smiled and said, "I heard that not all people here are idiots. Someone really bought some genetic medicine from Mr. Mu Mu through European connections!"

"Good!" The assistant applauded vigorously.

"Hahaha, I guessed it, I said that the people in the country are smart! We must buy it back for research, right? Your good news is that our genetic research has progressed?" the talk show host asked.

"No, the good news is that genetic medicine is real!" the guest replied playfully. The audience immediately applauded warmly.

"What about the bad news?" the assistant asked.

"The bad news is that when our researchers took out the genetic medicines and put them in the vacuum laboratory, thinking that they could be studied with peace of mind, they found that these genetic medicines would automatically coagulate if they were not injected into the human body for a period of time. Now, in our researcher's laboratory, there are a few more'gene stones' that are as hard as diamonds." When the guest said, the audience was in an uproar.

"Wow, Gene Stone. What a nice new term!" The assistant's expression was unusually exaggerated.

"What a clever Mr. Mu, I dare say that he knew that there would be such a result since the day he was willing to sell, so this is really a surprise gift!" The talk show host laughed and stumbled. .

"What's more surprising is yet to come!" The guest shook his head and waved his hands: "It doesn't matter if it becomes a genetic stone, Mr. Muko also sells melting potions to customers very intimately!"

"A lot of money to melt the potion, right?" the assistant asked nervously.

"Not much, one is only 500 million US dollars!" the guest said. The audience is going crazy.

"You mean, we have to give Mr. Wood 500 million dollars to buy the **** melting potion?" The talk show host slapped his hands with excitement.

"Oh, it should be more than 500 million!" The guest's words made the audience almost not stupid: "A melting potion can only melt one genetic stone. We now have a lot of genetic stones!"

"This is too expensive!" the assistant sighed: "This will be the most expensive lesson!"

"It turns out that it is not that expensive. It is said that the original price of Mr. Wood was only 100 million US dollars. Later, the familiar sniper ambush and car bombing incident occurred. Mr. Wood said that he wanted to give this frightened little girl a little pocket money. Shocked, Yu raised the price to 300 million U.S. dollars!" the guest explained.

"200 million pocket money? God! Oh, it's only 300 million, didn't you just say 500 million?" The talk show host grasped the point.

"I heard 500 million!" The assistant dug his ears.

"Don't forget. We bought it through European channels because of the attack. Mr. Wood was very opinionated about our people, and the Europeans cleverly added another 200 million. All their losses were passed on to our side. Yes! Our researchers are facing a very embarrassing problem. If you buy a melting potion, it is obviously expensive, but if you don’t buy a melting potion, billions of dollars will be completely lost! You guys are about this result. Do you have any opinions?" the guest asked in turn.

"God!" The talk show host hugged his head and groaned in pain: "My opinion is, hurry up and establish a purchase channel with Mr. Muko. If this continues, I will be crazy!"

"Yes, that's right, why do we have to give that little girl so much pocket money?" The assistant was amused to the end.

"Pocket money is a little bit more, but it is better than a little hope!" The guest was calmer.

"Hey, wait, why did the attack happen, Mr. Wood would have an opinion on us? What does this have to do with us?" The talk show host pretended to be puzzled.

"It is said that the Europeans are collecting evidence for him to make him believe that the sniper was invited by some clever person on our side!" The guest said, the audience boiled: "Yes, when I got the news, I feel the same as you guys. I can't believe it. What I want to say is that there is nothing worse than this news!"

"Mr. Wood believe it?" the talk show host asked.

"Doubtly believe it, if we don't do something, I'm afraid things will get worse!" The guest owed a shoulder.

"Can't we do something? Although I am not the president, I really don't want us to stand on the opposite side of Mr. Mu Mu, the son of the gene. That's terrible. He is taking the new humans for a time as much as the computer revolution.|Lifestyle The leap...I know that you have a deep research on China, can you give us some good suggestions?" the host of the talk show asked anxiously.

"For this, I think it’s best not to show up the smart guy first, because the more people intervene in this matter, the worse the incident will be. Even if there are some things that are not done by us, but the whole world thinks you are, then we will It is difficult to prove innocence." The guest looked a little solemn: "In addition, our president should also change his policy. We can no longer stand against China. A rising power should not be our enemy. , Especially among them, a genius like Mr. Wood, the son of genes, has been born! You are right just now, this will be a revolution of the times. If we continue to do this, camels and rabbits will not be a joke to rule the earth! At this point, Europeans are far ahead of us!"

"I think Mr. President should set off immediately, with the utmost sincerity, and take the initiative to meet with Mr. Wood." The talk show host looked at the guests.

"It's easy to say, I dare say that Mr. President may not be as popular as we imagined in the distance!" The assistant shook his head.

"It's very difficult. Although Mr. Muko does not hate us, he has been attacked many times~www.wuxiaspot.com~ is certain that we are wary of us. It is very difficult to meet him before he has not succeeded in eliminating this misunderstanding. Of course it’s not impossible. As far as I know, Mr. Mu likes children very much. For example, sending red envelopes to children across the country is the best proof. We may be able to take another shot from another aspect. Mr. President, if you don’t mind, You can go and meet this little girl. If you can make friends with her smoothly, this may be a good turning point! Of course, this is just my personal opinion. Some arrogant people still have their eyes on the top of their heads, which is difficult. Let them see and recognize the strengths of others!" The guests' words resonated with many audiences.

"Just go for the presidential election!" The assistant returned to the funny topic: "I believe you will do even better!"

"Do you want me to be in the wrong? My God, if I had a little IQ, I wouldn't allow you to do this kind of destined tragic thing!" The guests' funny expressions made the audience roar with laughter.

When many foreign media talked about it, Lin Dong quietly led Cheng Mingge and the others.

Enter the underground river.

Prepare for a few-day trip to the underground world...... (to be continued)

(Enlightenment Book Network)