Zhao Rong: "I bet that Shenzhou will hit the daily limit for at least a week."
Xingsheng: "Is this a stud? What is he trying to do?"
Zhao Rong: “The right to have a say in the funding flow of relevant major projects in the ten-year plan.”
"We won't stop it. Cooperation will benefit both sides. Why is he so stubborn?"
"We will not stop it, but if you join us to win, Tesla will never participate."
"Participate in what?"
"His Shabi ideal!"
"...Okay, but I feel like if he loses, he might be broken all over and stop playing."
"What we should consider now is to keep an eye on him in the remaining time. The rest is not important."
"Lingling~" (mobile phone ringtone)
"..."
Zhao Rong put down his phone with a solemn expression:
“The news of Tesla’s listing has been released through official media.
However, all my information channels indicate that Zhao Song has not announced that he will sign the agreement tomorrow."
"Fuck!" Xingsheng gritted his teeth, "That kid still wants to play foreign tricks! If I sway a few more people, he'll be damned!"
…………
17:00.
During non-working hours, when the music gradually stopped, Liu Ying leaned in front of Zhao Song and exhaled like a orchid:
"Do you know? Tang Monk passed through ninety-nine and eighty-one difficulties, but it was Jin Chanzi who enjoyed the blessing in the end."
Zhao Song looked at her sideways: "It doesn't matter if Jin Chanzi enjoys happiness, I am still willing to be Tang Monk."
"Oh?" Liu Ying's eyebrows conveyed, "Because of Xingxian?"
Zhao Song thought: "That woman must be knocked unconscious by Wukong and taken away!"
"Is that a rabbit?"
"As for the rabbit, I should follow the plot and wait for Chang'e to pick up the rabbit and let Wukong knock it out and take it away together."
"Where to take?"
"The Kingdom of Women."
"What are you taking me for?"
Zhao Song's eyes were deep: "I am an author by profession, and my dream is to write a novel "I Came to the Country of Women". The so-called art comes from practice..."
"Pfft~"
"Oh, it hurts~"
Liu Ying rubbed her paws and asked angrily: "If there are no plans for the evening, I will go back. Professor Liu can't live without people."
Zhao Song nodded, picked up the evening newspaper on the coffee table and said, "Go ahead. Business is important."
"Okay, I will pick you up at Ziyu Villa tomorrow afternoon." After saying that, Liu Ying got up and left.
"Wait." Suddenly, Zhao Song looked up from the newspaper.
"What's wrong?"
"Tonight is the battle between Jinglu and Lu?"
Liu Ying looked at the newspaper in his hand and nodded hesitantly.
"Get me a grandstand ticket."
"Okay, I'll have someone bring it to you later, but you have to pay attention to your safety and there must be someone around you at all times."
Zhao Song was impatient: "I know."
"Do I need to arrange dinner for you?"
Zhao Song thought for a while: "Leeks and pork dumplings, Wang Zhi and stinky tofu. I don't want the garlic. Let's have green onions dipped in miso and serve with five-star Golden Liufu!"
Liu Ying was confused: "Who are you trying to smoke to death?"
Zhao Song waved his hand for the last time and said decisively: "Arrangement!"
"...Yes~"
…
17:30 minutes.
Before getting off work, a burst of suppressed cheers suddenly erupted from the Bei Ha Provincial Government.
The difference was that the deafening sound of firecrackers was heard on Wuming Street in Qingxian County, Beihecang City.
Excited people pulled out fireworks one after another, and after a while, colorful fireworks lit up the dark sky.
The provincial government called to congratulate, and city leaders came to inspect. At this moment, the location of Wuming Technology was even more lively than during the Chinese New Year.
…
"Watching football?"
In the business car, Zhao Rong asked in disbelief.
Xingsheng put down his mobile phone: "The leaders of the Football Association will participate in the battle between Beijing and Lu, and the security level is sufficient."
After saying that, he thought about it again, gritted his teeth and said, "I'll shake some more people!"
Zhao Rong: "..."
………………
17:55 minutes.
Zhao Song burped and got into the Audi A8.
Er Mao, who was in the driver's seat, covered his nose and asked depressedly: "Workers' Sports?"
"Well, let's walk."
Er Mao opened the car window, made a simple gesture toward the window, then found two masks from the glove box and put them on before starting the car.
Zhao Song looked at the wire behind his ear and said with a smile: "The equipment is quite advanced."
"Brother, can you stop talking?" Er Mao said depressedly.
"Just bear with it, leeks are hard to digest. I don't have anything easy to digest in my dinner tonight. I'll just vomit it after a while."
叏儿~”
"You're still vomiting," Ermao shook his head helplessly, "Brother, didn't you play basketball before? Why did you become interested in football?"
Are you a basketball fan?
Zhao Song shook his head repeatedly, recalling in his mind the fans who filled the NBA arena after the anti-China campaign, and the sky-high price of AJ shoes; recalling the passage of people coming and going, a lonely little girl holding up a
A piece of A4 paper with only four words written on it: Get some energy...
Basketball fans are a joke. (The author himself is a basketball fan, please forgive me)
No matter in war or peace, in a prosperous or poor country, wherever the Chinese football team appears, the five-star red flag will always fly over the stadium.
Football fans are no joke! Chinese football is!
"The 'Invisible Man' will just follow me for a while. Shenzhou is the sponsor of Guoan's stadium, and all the fans in Beijing know me."
Er Mao: "Luneng people don't know you."
"Why don't you know me? Shenzhou Inspur is a sponsor there, so I know everyone."
"……All right."
…………
19:20 minutes.
A certain business hotel.
Zhao Rong and Xingsheng looked at each other, then turned to look at the two TVs at the same time.
One broadcasts on Beijing Satellite TV and the other on Dongshan Satellite TV. In fact, CCTV also broadcasts live broadcasts, but it is not as bold as the two satellite TVs.
Under the camera, Zhao Song didn't know what he said to the two fans. He took the double drum sticks from a shirtless fan and beat the "Chinese Drum" like an angry beast, while taking the lead and roaring:
"Sabi~"
The fans shouted: "Change the referee!"
"Sabi!"
"Change the referee!"
"Sabi!"
"Change the referee!"
"..."
Jingshu appeared.
Zhao Rong held his forehead and said weakly: "I have a bad feeling."
"Your premonition has come true!" Xingsheng gritted his teeth and picked up the phone, "Then you are planning to lock yourself up in another place. As long as you lock yourself up for a week, Xiaoyu's side will be able to produce preliminary results, and someone will definitely be shaken by then.
No, if I try again, I'll see who dares to lock up Nashabi tonight."
"Shake it," Zhao Rong stared at the time and space situation on the TV, clutching his cell phone, ready to join the shaking team at any time.
On the TV, under the leadership of Zhao Song, a dozen bare pigs climbed down from the stands along the ropes set up by their clothes.
The Jinglu players hid aside and shivered, but they watched with excitement as Zhao Song and the Guangzhus chased the referee and beat them violently.
"grass!"
Zhao Rongbao, a gentle and gentle man, was angry at the foul language and quickly picked up his cell phone and called his husband.
Xingsheng next to him also shouted into his mobile phone: "Lao Liu, who is there over at Dongsishitiao? Say hello to me. As long as it involves Zhao Song tonight, be sure to leave it alone. Don't worry about anything until tomorrow...
Fuck you!"
"Pap~"
The mobile phone was dropped, and the prosperity was sluggish. On the TV, after the referee was beaten, with the help of a group of fans, Zhao Song and the Guangzhus broke through the security barrier and went straight to the podium.
Then, Guangzhu assisted and Zhao Song output.
"Boom~"
Two headbutts made Leader Yan see stars in his eyes.
Finally, Zhao Song stretched out his middle finger and, under the watchful eyes of the whole country, thrust it into his throat:
"Ugh~"
When this generation of fans grow old, they will never forget that night.
That night, it was so green~ The leader was all green, black and green, and black and green. They could even smell the black and green, black and green smell through the TV~
As much as the flower-planting football stinks, that leader also stinks!
"..."
In the room, Zhao Rong and Xingsheng stared at the TV with their eyes wide open and their mouths wide open. The commentary in their ears was so exciting:
"Spit! Vomit! Vomit! Zhao Song has done meritorious service! Zhao Song has done meritorious service! He didn't give the security personnel any chance!"
"Victory belongs to Zhao Song, victory belongs to the fans in Beijing, to the fans in Dongshan, and to the fans across the country!"
"At this moment, he is not fighting alone! He is not alone..."