Chapter 1102: Explosive News

Looking at the expressions of the sharp-mouthed one and those few Xiangjiang waste, those patriotic reporters felt more than just happy.

Powerful, truly powerful, reasonable and well-founded. These Xiangjiang waste will definitely have nightmares when they sleep tonight.

"We won't talk about this problem, let's talk about..."

"No!"

The sharp-mouthed one wanted to change the subject, but was interrupted by Zhou Andong waving his hand.

"This problem must be finished, because this last one is the most important. You sons, help me ask your British fathers, when will they return the cultural treasures they snatched from China to the place they belong—China?"

The sharp-mouthed one and those Xiangjiang waste were so angry they gritted their teeth, their eyes gloomy. If looks could kill, Zhou Andong would have turned into a pile of meat by now.

Zhou Andong's words finished, and he suddenly had a thought in his heart. What if he organized a legal team to sue the UK to return those cultural relics?

Although it was impossible to get them back, this was definitely an explosive hot spot for hype, which could brush a few waves of favor in the country, and even among all overseas patriotic Chinese.

Thinking about it, he became absorbed, and a smile appeared on his face unconsciously. Those uncrowned kings saw it and were all very strange.

Why did he lose his train of thought while talking, and the smile on his face was so strange, looking a bit insidious.

"Mr. Zhou!"

A female reporter shouted, and Zhou Andong came back to his senses.

"Sorry, just thought of something important."

"It doesn't matter." The female reporter smiled slightly: "Someone put out a $100,000 bounty to harm you. Do you have anything to say?" 【1102-

"It doesn't matter." The female reporter smiled slightly: "Someone has offered 100,000 US dollars to harm you; do you have anything to say?"

Zhou Andong smiled: "When I first heard about this, I was very angry. Is my life, Zhou Andong's, only worth 100,000 US dollars? Do you look down on me that much?"

Everyone was stunned, and then a burst of light laughter erupted.

Then Zhou Andong looked solemn: "I am a very generous person. Whoever finds this person and chops off his head, I will give him five million US dollars."

Everyone was stunned, and expressions of disbelief appeared on their faces.

Big Brother, is it really okay for you to openly pay for a hit like this?

This isn't the mainland; it's Xiangjiang. Words like these will bring you big trouble.

The sharp-mouthed, monkey-cheeked man and those Xiangjiang losers shook with excitement; without a ten-year history of cerebral thrombosis, it would be impossible to shake with such rhythm.

These guys looked at each other excitedly. Zhou Andong, oh Zhou Andong, I didn't expect you to be so arrogant. Let's see if you die.

"Ha!"

Zhou Andong suddenly laughed loudly: "I'm joking. I am a law-abiding businessman. I follow the law on the mainland, and naturally, I will follow the laws of the Xiangjiang Special Administrative Region here. How could I do anything illegal?"

Everyone let out a long sigh of relief, and many people followed Zhou Andong and laughed, but in their hearts, they were complaining that this joke wasn't funny at all.

That weathered uncle who accepted the inspection at the beginning also gave a bitter smile.

"Mr. Zhou, you scared us to death."

He said this, but in his mind, he kept replaying the expression on Zhou Andong's face when he spoke just now.

He felt that Zhou Andong at that moment wasn't joking, but was serious.

Fortunately, Zhou Andong smoothed things over, which made him breathe a sigh of relief.

He truly appreciated Zhou Andong, especially the words just now, which turned his appreciation for Zhou Andong into admiration.

He made up his mind that he would definitely make friends with Zhou Andong; he really didn't want Zhou Andong to ruin himself over a small matter.

As for the sharp-mouthed, monkey-cheeked man and those Xiangjiang losers, they were almost so angry they vomited blood. It was as if Zhou Andong had fed them a fragrant fried chicken leg.

It smelled very good, they were excited, and they couldn't wait to take a bite.

Suddenly they discovered that this damn thing wasn't a fried chicken leg, but dog shit wrapped in batter. It disgusted them, yet they were helpless against Zhou Andong.

Looking at the sharp-mouthed man and the others, Zhou Andong laughed happily.

He said it like that on purpose just now because he believed these Xiangjiang losers would definitely cut off the beginning and end and report his words about hiring a hitman in public.

Therefore, he wanted to use the mouths of these Xiangjiang losers to warn the guy who put out the bounty: You aren't short of money, but I am even less short of money.

And the patriotic reporters here who have a good impression of him will definitely report it exactly as it was.

It was also to let that guy understand that this is Xiangjiang; the words I, your father, have spoken can be taken back.

But when I return to the mainland, you damn well better be careful. Let's see if five million US dollars can buy your head.

"Clap, clap, clap..."

Zhou Andong clapped his hands, attracting everyone's attention.

"Now I want to announce a major matter."

"What else does 'Big Cannon' Zhou have to say?"

Everyone gathered their spirits. In their hearts, Mr. Zhou had become 'Big Cannon' Zhou; he really dared to say anything.

Zhou Andong didn't announce it immediately, but looked at the sharp-mouthed man and those Xiangjiang losers.

"Just now I asked you sons to help me ask your British daddy when they will return the treasures they snatched from China. Are you willing?"

The sharp-mouthed man and these Xiangjiang losers were so angry they gritted their teeth. If looks could kill, Zhou Andong would already be a pile of meat paste.

"Look at your bitter, hateful expressions. I just asked you to ask, not to kill your British daddy. Why are you looking at me like that?"

Zhou Andong sighed helplessly, then looked at the other reporters: "I have decided to provide 100 million US dollars as funds to organize a legal team to sue the British government to return all the cultural relics they looted in China."

Zhou Andong's words were like a bomb, blowing everyone away, especially the sharp-mouthed man and those Xiangjiang losers, who were all dumbfounded.

How dare you? How dare you? They suddenly realized that it was the words they said targeting Zhou Andong that reminded this damn Northerner to take out a huge sum of money to sue the British government.

Zhou Andong smiled happily as he watched the scene suddenly fall into a deathly silence; this was the effect he wanted.

As for taking out 100 million US dollars, it was just to create a more sensational effect.

Originally he wanted to say 500 million US dollars, but even he felt it was fake, so he changed it to 100 million US dollars, which had higher credibility.

"Alright!"

Zhou Andong clapped his hands again: "Time is almost up, let's stop here. Remember, don't forget to buy Jin Fu Tang stocks tomorrow."

Zhou Andong turned and walked out. These 'uncrowned kings' hadn't come back to their senses yet; the bomb Zhou Andong threw at the end really blew them away.

They couldn't imagine what the citizens' reaction would be if this were reported, or what the British government's reaction would be.

Suddenly, their eyes lit up like light bulbs with switches turned on.

Then they began to pack their things, preparing to go back and write their drafts. Such explosive news had to be grabbed for the headline.