The Peerless God of War of the Female President

Joanne is indeed panicked. Just imagine, when you are at a concert, surrounded by fans shouting, there is explosive music on the stage, rhythmic dancers, your emotions are driven by hearing, sight, and feeling. Reaching the tipping point of excitement.

But in the next second, everything around you stopped abruptly, the shouting stopped, the music disappeared, the dancers stood still, as if in a second, the world pressed the pause button, and only you were left A person can move.

No matter who encounters this situation, I am afraid that they will panic.

The fat man leaned into Yang Chen's ear proudly, and said in a low voice: "I designed this, how about it, no, not bad, right?"

"You designed it?"

"Yeah, don't you believe me?"

Yang Chen gave a thumbs up sincerely, "It's amazing, this design is perfect, if I were Joanne, I would probably be shocked."

Being praised by Yang Chen, the fat man became even more proud, "That is necessary, necessary, my design, fat brother, is also unique in the entire Shangchuan City!"

Yang Chen asked suspiciously: "Since you have this talent, why don't you start a wedding company instead of following the He family?"

The fat man sighed slightly, "I don't want to do it with the He family either, but I can't help it. I owe money to them, and I have no money to repay the debt, so I have to work part-time to pay it off."

"How much do you owe the He family?"

"Five, 50."

Yang Chen sighed, "It's only 50, I thought it was 500 million..."

While the two were talking quietly, the spotlights above the stage suddenly turned on, and several beams of light shone on the crowd below the stage at the same time, and finally landed on Joanne.

"Annie, from the first time you appeared in my eyes, my eyes can no longer accommodate anything. It's you when I open it, and it's you when I close it."

Accompanied by a slightly hoarse baritone voice, a man in a white suit slowly appeared on the stage.

The fat man quickly made a silent gesture for Yang Chen, "Shh, that, that's the fifth young master of the He family, He Zikun!"

The magnetic voice, elegant figure, handsome face and romantic atmosphere immediately made little stars start to twinkle in Joanne's eyes.

Holding a trumpet in hand, He Zikun walked gracefully off the stage and walked towards Joanne in the crowd.

"In a foreign country, we know each other well and spent countless unforgettable mornings and evenings together."

"In my heart, there has always been a sentence that I have never said, because I am afraid that after I say that sentence, we may not even have the chance to be friends."

"Today, I mustered up the greatest courage in my life. I want to say to you the words that have been held in my heart for a long time—"

Speaking of this, He Zikun just walked up to Joanne, then suddenly knelt down on one knee, stretched his hand to the side, and a bouquet of fiery red roses appeared in his hand.

At this time, everyone spread out in unison, forming a small circle, enclosing the two of them in the center.

"squeak--"

At this critical moment, the horn sounded a scream, but it stopped immediately.

This made He Zikun, who was about to change his face, relax a lot.

Watching Joanne accept the flowers shyly, and looking expectantly at He Zikun kneeling in front of her.

"What do you want to say to me..."

With deep love in He Zikun's eyes, he picked up the horn again and pressed the switch.

"Collecting waste products, old color TVs, old refrigerators, old mobile phones, changing knives, scissors, and basins—"

From the loudspeaker came a shout full of strong Central Plains atmosphere, floating in the wind in the silent square...

After a few seconds of dead silence, a burst of loud laughter suddenly broke out.

"Ha ha--"

The original script was that after He Zikun uttered an affectionate confession, he finally proposed to Joanne, and then all the people at the scene raised their signs and shouted "together" in unison. Unexpectedly, the magic of this trumpet Assist, but turned a romantic proposal into a hilarious comedy in seconds...

"Change knives for scissors—"

With a livid face, He Zikun picked up the horn and wanted to turn it off, but he couldn't find the switch in the flurry, so he simply threw the horn on the ground and stomped on it.

"Change the basin..."

The stubborn trumpet uttered a final yell and finally became mute, but the roar of laughter could not be stopped.

Joanne was ashamed and annoyed, she threw the rose in her hand on He Zikun's body, turned and ran away covering her face.

"Annie, listen to me, this is—"

At this time, the fat man who was hiding behind the stage was ashen-faced, and he kept muttering: "It's over, it's over, it's dead..."

Yang Chen said with some embarrassment: "Brother, I'm sorry, I used to repair things like missiles, radars and fighter jets, but I really haven't repaired the speakers..."

The fat man came back to his senses, grabbed Yang Chen by the neck, gritted his teeth and said, "You, you killed me, you know?"

"No way, He Zikun is a big boss no matter what, he shouldn't be rough on you, a small employee. The worst thing is to fire him."

"Fired, dismissed, returned, that's all?!"

The fat man was in a hurry, and he stuttered a little, "I owed the He family 50 yuan, and they fired me, so what can I do to pay the debt? My mother is still waiting for me to continue my life with this little money, do you know that?"

Yang Chen smiled lightly, "It's okay, I caused your mistake, I will definitely be responsible for you, if the He family fires you, I will be responsible for giving you a job, how about it?"

"Just, just you?"

"Yes, it's just me."

"What are you doing? Just give me a job?"

"I'm actually similar to you. I usually do planning and so on. We are considered colleagues."

"I--"

Snapped--

Before the fat man finished speaking, the team leader in white shirt walked up to him quickly, slapped him hard on the face, and knocked him back.

"You fat man, do you know how much trouble you have caused this time?"

The team leader angrily pointed at the fat man and cursed: "Five young masters spent millions of dollars on the custom-made brand for this marriage proposal, plus the income from free tickets and the money for hiring a star girl group, it's more than enough." Do you know?!"

"It's all because of your fucking horn! Fuck it!"

The fat man covered his face, lowered his eyebrows and said pleasingly: "I'm sorry, team leader, I'll go to Fifth Young Master to admit my mistake later, so that he won't blame you..."

When the team leader heard this, he became even more angry, "Admit your mistakes? What are you? Just admit your mistakes? Does Fifth Young Master know who you are?"

"Fifth Young Master should know me, right? He was the one who took over my family's land back then, and he went to—"

"Fuck you!"

The group leader flew up and kicked towards the fat man's chest.The fat man didn't dare to hide at all, he just closed his eyes and waited for the kick.

Snapped--

The expected pain did not appear. The fat man opened his eyes and saw that it was the guy who helped him repair the horn and blocked the kick for him.

At this time, the team leader's ankle was being held by Yang Chen, with a faint smile on his face.

"Team leader, don't be so angry. Now that something has happened, you can't solve the problem by beating him."

The team leader struggled twice and wanted to retract his leg, but Yang Chen's hand was like an iron tongs, no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't get rid of the control of that hand.

"What are you doing? Let me go!"

"I repaired this horn. If He Zikun wants to cause trouble, let him come at me. It has nothing to do with this fat man."

After finishing speaking, Yang Chen let go of the team leader's ankle, turned his head and gave the fat man a 'reassuring' look.

"Brother, this matter has nothing to do with you, it has nothing to do with you, you hurry up, don't keep the two young ladies who are with you waiting, I can handle it."

As soon as the fat man finished speaking, the backstage curtain was roughly lifted, and He Zikun walked in under the protection of two bodyguards.

The team leader immediately put on a flattering smile, nodded and walked up to He Zikun: "Fifth Young Master, I'm really sorry, please listen to my explanation—"

Snapped--

Before the team leader finished speaking, he was slapped heavily on the face and fell to the ground.

"You prepared that damn horn?"

The murderous look in He Zikun's eyes made the team leader shudder, and he pointed at the fat man in horror and said, "No, it's not me, it's him, that fat man!"