Chapter 716 718, It Wasn’t Me.
Coming out of the apartment building, Liu Yifei ran very fast, followed by an eccentric Wang Xiaochen.
"Sissi, run slower."
"I'm already late, how can I run slower?" Liu Yifei turned around and asked her friend under the dim street lights in the courtyard.
"Yes, we are already late, so...what does it matter if we are a few minutes late?" Wang Xiaochen took a few steps forward and firmly grasped Liu Yifei's T-shirt with his hands, speaking eloquently.
"You're okay!"
Liu Yifei pointed at her and said: "But I have a connection, because I am a student in the 02-level acting undergraduate class. Today it is my turn to be the temporary monitor, so I must also be the recorder of the crew."
"Well, yes, our sister Xixi is really majestic. Now she is in charge of the other 24 students in the class." Wang Xiaochen's eyes moved very quickly. At a glance, he knew that she was looking for something to say. talk. But her hands still grabbed Liu Yifei's T-shirt tightly.
She tried hard to get rid of Wang Xiaochen's hand twice, but she couldn't get rid of Wang Xiaochen's hand, so Liu Yifei had no choice but to let it go. Anyway, Tongfu Inn was about to arrive.
"Sissi, good sister, may I ask you a question?"
"explain!"
"Why are the male students in your class so worried when they see the news on the Internet?"
"Worried..., are you there?"
Liu Yifei turned to look at her.
"Of course."
At this time, Wang Xiaochen released his hand holding Liu Yifei's T-shirt, and then introduced with gestures:
"That's the news on the Internet just now. News came from Guantanamo Bay, Cuba. Our richest Chinese man transferred 1.25 million US dollars to a named person through HSBC three times between April 1st and July 6th last year. An Arab named Khalid Sheikh..."
But before Wang Xiaochen asked her doubts, Liu Yifei ran away with a smile.
"Haha, how do I know?
If you want to ask, you also have to ask Brother Big Tou. That guy shouted the loudest, saying that the richest man was definitely wronged, but I didn’t know anything. "
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In the car, the atmosphere was tense.
Yu Qing stared at Sun Hao seriously.
Sun Hao was helpless and touched his nose with his hand.
"Sister Yu, do you think that with my small physique, I really have a chance to command the CIA in the United States, and can I really command the Guantanamo Bay Prison in Cuba?"
Yu Qing shook her head.
"Others, I'm sure not!
But when it comes to you, it’s hard to tell, because you are so well-known for your methods. Even more than 200,000 college students in Seoul, South Korea can be incited by you to take to the streets.
Sun Hao, tell me, what else can't you do? "
"First, more than 200,000 college students in Seoul took to the streets collectively because they felt that my movie was undermining South Korea, so they came out to protest collectively.
Second, my marketing methods are somewhat limited, but they are all promoting my movies and my mobile phone. After all, no one wants to do something that is unprofitable.
Third, this kind of thing is too difficult to operate. For a piece of land worth 7 to 8 billion yuan, and thus being targeted by the CIA, the benefits are not proportional to the effort. As long as I am not stupid, I will not do it. "
"Really?" Yu Qing thought about it very seriously.
"Of course!" Sun Hao looked serious.
However, when she saw Sun Hao's expression, Yu Qing burst out laughing.
"Hehe... My dad said the same thing. He thinks your luck is so good that you can even do this kind of thing.
Yesterday, someone was still clamoring that you must kneel down and apologize to Li Chaoren, otherwise you will never be spared because you are slapping him in the face.
But now, he is busy wiping his butt. You know how uncomfortable it is to be targeted by the CIA..."
………
Sun Hao didn't know what it felt like to wipe someone's butt, but what Sun Hao knew was that Li Chaoren's mood must not be too beautiful.
Because as soon as the Hong Kong stock market opened on the second day, all 22 of his listed companies suffered heavy losses. The total market value fell by 6.9% from the original HK$598 billion...
Last night, Jiang Wen moved out.
He was probably afraid of seeing something he shouldn't have seen.
In this regard, Sun Hao could only say one thing, well, I'm sorry, you are overthinking.
Yu Qing woke up very late.
It wasn't until 11 o'clock at noon that the eldest sister walked out of the bedroom. When she saw Sun Hao sitting on the sofa, she scratched her head and then raised her hand.
"morning?"
"morning!"
"What are you going to eat today? I'm talking about lunch."
"Elbow!" Sun Hao pointed to the kitchen casually.
"While you old man was sleeping, I went out and bought two pork knuckles, which are now being stewed."
"Pork knuckle...will it be too greasy?" She originally wanted to go to the bathroom to wash up, but when she heard about the delicious food, Yu Qing sat on the sofa and started a serious discussion with Sun Hao.
“One, my approach is not greasy;
Second, when this thing is cooked and served with rice, it is so fragrant. Well, the key is that it is also beautiful! "
"Beauty..." Upon hearing these two words, Yu Qing's eyes suddenly lit up.
"Okay, I'm going to wash up now, and we'll start eating in a while."
"Oh, right!"
Yu Qing, who had just run to the door of the guest room, suddenly turned around and said: "Haozi, I forgot to tell you just now. At 10 o'clock in the morning, my dad sent a text message.
It is said that at the 25-person working meeting held today, I briefly mentioned your observations of Hong Kong society as a film director. Nearly 80% of the people agreed that your film "Parasite" It must be photographed. "
"Well, thank you!"
Sun Hao smiled and touched his chin.
…….……
The call came suddenly, which made people a little caught off guard.
Under Yu Qing's longing eyes, Sun Hao had just fished out two huge pig elbows from the pot. Before he could use a fork and knife to peel off the meat and bones, the cell phone on the chopping board began to dance.
“I will run, I will climb, I will soar.
I'm undefeated
Jumping out of my skin, pull the chord
…”
"Hey, Sun Hao, the song is good. Did you write it?" Yu Qing, who wanted to eat, obviously missed the point. Now, she should be asking who called.
"I guess I wrote it.
The theme song of Damai Technology mobile phones, whether it is the Maimang series or the Damai series, uses this song. Well, how do you feel about it? "Sun Hao took off his gloves and pressed the hands-free button on his phone while chatting with Yu Qing.
"Hey, I, Sun Hao, who are you?"
"I am Superman Li."
"Oh, it turns out to be Mr. Li. Nice to meet you. Could it be that you agreed to transfer the land in Jincheng Yaojiayuan to me?"
"Okay, no problem, but Mr. Sun has to agree to one condition."
"Tell me."
"Please help me settle the matter at Guantánamo Bay in the United States."
"Oh..." Sun Hao smiled faintly and then hung up the phone.