Rural Shennong

Hou Wanlin vomited blood, he vomited blood, but he didn't faint, but he didn't want to wake up.

He knew that he was completely doomed, completely hopeless, Chen Ping's move was like a fairy flying from the sky, piercing his heart, and directly sentenced him to death.

So instead of being humiliated here, he might as well go back quickly and discuss countermeasures with their ancestors.

If this matter is not settled, not only him, but even their Hou family's reputation will plummet.

As for the Xia family, Hua Dewen, and Hu Buliang, he didn't care about it.

The trees fell and the monkeys scattered, and now every family is in big trouble.

Who can get out of this crisis, expect others to fail, or be sold out by teammates.

We can only sweep the snow in front of each other, and find a way to pick ourselves out first.

Seeing his grandfather fainted, Hou Dairan, who was flustered, immediately had him carried out and rushed to the hospital.

The others, all of them looked like their families were ruined, their faces were so ugly that they were dying.

Xia Kegong shouted angrily: "Hu Buliang, look at your fucking good deeds!"

"Now countless people know that Meng Qingxin's lungs are healed, even better than before. What should I do?"

"You contact those media immediately and ask them to stop the live broadcast immediately, so as to minimize our losses!"

Hu Buliang was covered with cold sweat, picked up the phone and called his media friends.

He also knew the power of Chen Ping's sacrifice of Meng Qingxin's trump card.

"Hello, Mr. Wang? I'm Hu Buliang. Is your platform still broadcasting live?"

"Ah, can you stop for a moment?"

"What? You have to have a meeting to decide? Hello, hello?"

Unwilling, Meng Qingxin made another phone call.

"Mr. Liu? I'm Xiaohu, yes, it's me!"

"Ah? Bad signal? Mr. Liu, Mr. Liu, you heard me!"

There was a long tone on the phone, and Hu Buliang was stunned and stupid.

How did he know that in such a short period of time, the number of people watching the live broadcast of the concert on all major platforms skyrocketed.

With such a large amount of traffic and such a large benefit, whoever has something wrong will suspend the live broadcast.

It was because of Hou's and Xia's family, Hua Dewen standing behind Hu Buliang, and Hu Buliang's appearance fee that these media sent people to live broadcast Du Shiman's concert.

Otherwise, colleagues are enemies, who would listen to Hu Buliang like that?

Now that the interests are at hand, who still takes Hu Buliang seriously.

Seeing that Hu Buliang was helpless, Xia Kegong was furious: "I'll tell you the surname Hu, you found all these media."

"We have spent so much effort and invested countless human, material and financial resources, but in the end we lost to you. You have to bear the greatest responsibility!"

Hu Buliang was also angry: "Why!"

He can't afford such a big pot.

Hu Buliang roared with a ferocious face: "Your Xia family's Xiayecao Group is the biggest competitor of Dongling Beauty Makeup."

"There's also Hou Wanlin. Didn't he swear by it? Chen Ping only relies on acupuncture, so it's impossible for Chen Ping to know Meng Qingxin in such a short period of time?"

Hu Buliang pointed to the blood-stained glass and pointed to Meng Qingxin on the stage: "Look, does he look like a patient? Even if I am a layman, I can tell that Meng Qingxin's lung expansion is better than before. fact."

"Once or twice, I can help you ignore the facts and turn black and white."

"But do you really think the media is omnipotent? Do you really think those ordinary people are fools?"

"Now that things are screwed up, you want me to take the blame."

"I'm sorry, I won't bear this blame, and I can't bear it either!"

Xia Kegong sneered, "Have you finished?"

"Hu Buliang, you really think too highly of yourself."

"Who the hell do you think you are?"

"You have to bear the blame if you don't, otherwise I want to let you go, will the Hou family and Hua Dewen let you go?"

"Do it yourself!"

After finishing speaking, Xia Kegong left the VIP room with the heavy-faced Luo Qingning.

Jin Lan looked at Hu Buliang who was full of despair, and also became desperate.

She just got married with Hu Buliang.

Prosperity and wealth have not yet seen their shadows, and they have become Huangliang Yimeng, and may even be ruined along with Hu Buliang.

At this time, Jin Lan moved his mind.

She didn't have any feelings for Hu Buliang in the first place, it was just a bondage of interests.

Hu Buliang, a crooked-neck tree, will be finished soon.

Those aristocratic families obviously realized the seriousness of the situation, and in order to avoid losses, they wanted to throw Hu Buliang out to carry the thunder.

Jin Lan didn't want to hang himself on this tree.

At this moment, Hu Buliang suddenly stared at her with blood-red eyes and said, "Do you want to leave me?"

Jin Lan was taken aback by Hu Buliang's ferocious face: "No...no!"

Hu Buliang grinned wide, revealing a mouthful of white teeth: "You better not, otherwise I don't mind dragging you to die with me!"

He barely calmed down, his brain turned sharply, thinking about what other cards he could play.

At this moment, on the stage outside, Meng Qingxin did not continue singing, but said something after the audience gradually quieted down.

"I can still stand here today and bring you some good times with my singing because I met a noble person in my life."

Some people in the audience shouted Professor Chen, and some called Chen Ping's name.

Meng Qingxin nodded: "That's right, my nobleman is Professor Chen Pingchen!"

"Some people may find it strange, why didn't I choose Hou Wanlin at the beginning, but chose Professor Chen?"

"There is a little story in it, and I want to share it with you."

Meng Qingxin publicized the treatment of his arm by his teacher Zheng Boji in public.

There was an uproar at the scene, and an even more uproar on the Internet. Too many people didn't know the inside story.

"If Professor Chen hadn't rejuvenated, my teacher's arm would have been crippled, and his last piano recital would not have been so successful."

"So before receiving treatment, my teacher recommended Professor Chen to me."

"If you don't believe me, you can go to the medical system to ask acquaintances to inquire about it. Many people in the medical system know this, and my teacher can also prove it."

In the box on the second floor, Hu Buliang was about to suffer from cerebral hemorrhage, and he hadn't thought of any solution yet.

Meng Qingxin's words were tantamount to adding fuel to the fire, which completely turned Chen Ping into a desperate situation.

Because everything he said was true, and he was not afraid of verification.

"What should I do, what should I do?"

Hu Buliang was as anxious as ants on a hot pot, walking up and down in the box.

Suddenly, he saw the barrage on the screens of more than 20 computers.

Although most of them were redressing Chen Ping's grievances, there were still some sunspots and trolls who were unwilling to give up and refuted.

Hu Buliang slapped his head: "Yes, I still have a navy."