Chapter 789: Losing Face All the Way to CCTV

In fact, it wasn't just Hu Ge.

As one of the parties involved back then, Yuan Hong fully illustrated what it means to be a good brother; when accepting the interview, he unhesitatingly exposed the truth, stating that Hu Ge regretted singing off-key at the time: "He used to brag privately that he was Zhou Yi's Shanghai Branch Yi, but that night when he sang 'Lonely Mr.', he made a complete fool of himself.

"Since then, he has never bragged about himself like that again. One can imagine how much that night hurt his heart.

But foreigners are just foreigners; only Chinese people understand Chinese thinking. At times like this, the state will not let the stock market crash. Either it holds firm at a 2% drop, or it launches a strong counterattack. Today, there is no third choice.

Liu Yongqing, upon hearing the prices of the iron pot and the kitchen knife just now, wanted to leave directly. After all, the game sold today only fetched 700 copper coins. But seeing that Tao Hua paid directly with silver, he became even more curious about this sister of his.

When Ye Zihan woke up, she felt something heavy pressing on her chest. She initially thought it was Gong Shaoqing's hand and was about to reach out to move it, but suddenly touched something furry, which startled her.

This might be because the black cat understood why Han Yan wanted to rescue it, so it held no hostility toward Han Yan at all.

Niu Dachui knew this girl had come to cook food, so he didn't mind too much. After all, with the restaurant's business in such a state, the Shopkeeper could only treat a dead horse as a living one. Trying it wouldn't hurt.

Coming out of the bedroom, he walked toward the courtyard. Passing through the corridor covered in wisteria, he arrived at an open space. The surrounding grounds were planted with green bamboo and winter plum blossoms, and in the center stood a stone table and four stone stools for people to chat and drink afternoon tea.

The large python Sui Feng hunted this time was truly heavy; pressing on this adult roe deer, it felt as if it were about to crush the deer.

The damaged camera and the locked door clearly indicated this was intentional. The exclusive interview with the Hu family had already been given to Zhuang Qingqing, and Zhuang Qingqing would visit often in the future. If this was not thoroughly investigated, it might bring more danger.

Ji Manrou thought she was meddling, gave a cold glance, and turned to leave. I looked closely at Ji Manrou's shoes; there wasn't a speck of mud, as if she had gone to the garden? Heh, but the dust on her shoulder and the flashlight hidden behind her back told me she had gone to the abandoned building.

The stock market is currently down 2%. Wang Nuo is optimistic about the future market, so... naturally, he is optimistic that the decline will stop and prices will rise, turning from green to red. As long as the stock market turns red, he will definitely make money, and make a lot of it.

Qu Xiaoxiao held a water cup and took a sip. Mu Liyan sat on the sofa, knowing that Qu Xiaoxiao had grievances against him, but not knowing how to start speaking. Qu Xiaoxiao had gone to save Shu Ning last night; he ought to say thank you, but he also knew he shouldn't bring it up at this moment, so he could only remain silent.

Chu Yun was frolicking with her parents in her dream when the scene suddenly shifted to a bitterly cold winter. Her father took her to ice skate on the artificial lake near the old mansion. Suddenly, a one-meter-wide crack appeared on the ice surface, and she fell straight in.

"If you are really bored and still want to help me, I have two sets of clothes left unwashed. Help me wash them in a while," Long Xue'er said.

She had just lain down when Shu Mo's hand, which was not handcuffed, reached over and tightly clasped her left hand, finger interlaced.

"Let's go, the auction has started! Once Li Zheyu's matter is over, Old Li and Wu Cheng will be back too. We're going back to France!" Jiang Yining whispered in my ear.

Arriving before the tombstone, looking at her father's photo which still showed him young, she slowly squatted down and sat directly at his feet.

Perhaps the night was too beautiful, triggering sorrow from the scenery; the emotions she had been unwilling to think about during the day were like water weeds, floating up to the surface, making her feel inexplicably sad.

With this appearance, her face was tender and cheeks pink, the corners of her eyes reddened, and her eyes glistening with water. Moreover, that thin flush from being drunk extended from her porcelain-white neck down below her collar, naturally arousing romantic thoughts in others.