The TV is still showing, and the program has changed from Zhang Ga, the Little Soldier, to Shajiabang, and it is still seamlessly connected.
At this time, everyone in the room was still watching TV attentively. Ni Yinghong and her eldest cousin were like this, Silly Zhu was like this, Xu Damao was like this, and even Li Fugui, the director of the first factory, was trapped in it and couldn't extricate himself.
That little TV seems to have magic power, making people unable to take their eyes away.
"ha!"
The only exception was Chu Heng. After sitting there for a long time, he was yawning out of boredom and secretly praying to the TV program to explain it quickly so that he could go home to preach and get his vocation.
If his idea were to be known to others, he would probably be kicked to death...right?
But he had no choice. As a later person who had seen the prosperity of the world, he really couldn't fall in love with this thing. He just felt that the programs on TV were very boring, not even as interesting as going back and playing a few games of chess with his grandfather.
"well."
Chu Heng sighed helplessly, glanced at his wife and cousin who were staring at the TV with wide eyes, and silently took out a cigarette and lit it.
Just hang in there!
At this time, outside the gate of the steel rolling mill, Wu Lin and the young man were still feeding mosquitoes.
As outsiders, and with no legitimate reasons, the two brothers naturally couldn't enter the steel rolling mill, so they could only squat outside pitifully.
"Crack!"
The young man slapped a mosquito that flew to his arm to death. He spat on the ground with an annoyed look on his face, turned to Wu Lin beside him and said, "Brother Angkor, what do you think that grandson is doing here?
Why haven't you come out for so long?"
"We've been together all this time, and you don't even know. Where can I go?" Wu Lin rolled his eyes at him and wanted to give this guy two slaps. If he hadn't asked more questions, they would have gone home to sleep now. What's the point?
Do you deserve to suffer this?
It's fine now, everyone is here, so there's no way to give up halfway.
"Special code! How long will these two bastards stay?"
In an alley not far from them, Wan Xiaotian, who was covered in mosquito bites, gritted his teeth and looked at Wu Lin, wishing he could go up and kill him.
This guy is trying to attract mosquitoes to Xiaojiu. If this continues, he is really in danger of being sucked dry.
"Brother." Seeing this, a younger brother said smartly: "How about I go over to find trouble and scare these two people back? This way we can go home early."
"Fuck you!"
Wan Xiaotian turned around and kicked everyone, glaring and scolding everyone: "Young master Dute, you gave me a wrong idea. Why didn't I see you running away when we were eating Mr. Chu's meal? I'm bored now, why did you go there earlier?
I tell you, give me snacks this time, if something goes wrong, I will skin you!"
"I know, Brother Tian."
Seeing him getting angry for no reason, all the younger brothers responded tremblingly.
At this moment, Wu Lin finally couldn't stand it any longer, and after being bitten a few more times, the two brothers discussed it, and soon Jiu reached a consensus on retreating, and Jiu got on his car and ran home.
As for explaining how to explain to Luo Yang tomorrow, it will naturally be fine.
Seeing this, Wan Xiaotian and others also breathed a sigh of relief. Immediately, Jiu hurriedly got on the car and fell far behind them.
Wu Lin first took the young man home by bicycle, and then hurried back to his home.
"Damn it, what's going on! It's so unlucky to cause so much trouble after just one drink!"
He cursed and cursed all the way, regretting going to Zhou Le's house for a drink so much that his intestines turned blue.
If he hadn't gone drinking in the first place, he wouldn't have been able to get to know Luo Yang, and he wouldn't have had this series of subsequent troubles.
It's a pity that there is no regret medicine in this world. If you want to blame him, you can only blame him for being too greedy!
"Sun thief! Who are you scolding?"
Just as he was halfway through the journey, Wan Xiaotian suddenly accelerated and appeared beside him.
Wu Lin was so frightened that he almost overturned the car, and hurriedly said with a smile on his face: "I'm not scolding anyone, brother, why haven't you gone home yet?"
"Why don't you go back? How dare I go back?" Wan Xiaotian glared at him, frowned and asked, "By the way, do you have anything to tell Master Chu today?"
When Wu Lin heard this, he sighed in his heart and said quickly: "Yes, Luo Yang asked me to lead people to keep an eye on Master Chu and write down everything he brought home."
"Is it gone?" Wan Xiaotian asked again.
"No more, no more." Wu Lin shook his head.
Wan Xiaotian nodded, yawned, and said listlessly: "Ha... let's go then, I'll go back with you."
Wu Lin smiled bitterly: "Brother, you don't have to follow me. I won't go anywhere else even if I go home."
"Stop talking nonsense and go on your way!"
Wan Xiaotian glanced at him coldly and said sadly: "Master Chu told me to keep an eye on you, so you'd better not have any thoughts, otherwise...hey!"
"Then... let's go."
Wu Lin nodded feebly and walked home, accompanied by this guy who was like a god of plague in his eyes.
After sending him home, Wan Xiaotian left his two younger brothers to continue watching, and then asked the rest to go home to rest. He himself returned to Xiaolihua, waiting to report the situation to Chu Heng.
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At 9:10, the TV program ended on time. Even though Shajiabang hadn't finished singing, the TV station still resolutely cut off the signal.
Watching the snowflakes on the TV and listening to the roaring noise, the small auditorium suddenly turned into a mess.
"Why is it gone?"
"Is the TV broken?"
"It's time to enter the Dao Pass!"
"Old man, hurry up and get it out. Don't let me see half of it. Are you not kidding me?"
Some people were shouting at the top of their lungs, while others were reminiscing about the program they just watched. However, they were all in the same mood. They were all a little dissatisfied and had not watched enough.
Even Ni Yinghong was so anxious that she slapped her thigh. The girl stomped her feet and complained to the man next to her: "Oh, Chu Heng, why is it gone? Come on, get it out, I haven't seen enough!"
In Miss Ni's eyes, her men are omnipotent.
"I don't work in a TV station. How can I have this ability?" Chu Heng's face twitched and he said speechlessly: "Also, next time you pat your thighs, can you pat yourself?"
Ni Yinghong stuck out her tongue and said somewhat unhappily: "I'm not in a hurry."
"What a crappy TV. It's gone without even watching it to your liking." The eldest cousin on the side also looked unwilling.
"It's okay, I haven't seen enough. I'll just continue reading tomorrow."
Chu Heng, whose ordeal was finally over, breathed out a sigh of relief, turned around and said hello to Li Fugui's family, then quickly stood up and led his wife and eldest sister out of the small auditorium.
On the way back, the two ladies kept discussing what they saw on TV today, chattering non-stop.
In the end, Ni Yinghong tentatively asked Chu Heng how the TV was made.
But the result made the girl very disappointed. Although this guy is a land key immortal, he also has blind spots in knowledge. He really doesn't know this.
