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Chapter 118: Get out of the way when Mr. Pig arrives
At this time, Zhu Long had already risked his life to live in that adobe house. He had put down his pretense of being a CEO, just like the liar selling health products who went to the entrance of the village to distribute eggs to old men and ladies.

The old men and women who usually like to go to commercial performances and get gifts all swarmed around when they heard about this good thing.

"Is it really free? Is there any activity required to get it?"

"What brand of refrigerator? Meili or Dongmenzi?"

"How big is the extra large color TV? Can it be connected to the Internet? Is it ultra-high definition?"

Seeing so many people gathered around, Song Mengyu also frowned as wide as her husband, and asked: "Zhu Long! What do you mean! If you want to deliver the refrigerator and TV, you can deliver it yourself, don't take me with you!"

"Song Mengyu! You disappoint me so much!" Yang Mingchuan scolded Zhu Long before he could speak.

After Yang Mingchuan's roar, Song Mengyu instantly looked like a frightened little rabbit, her eyes red, and she rubbed the corners of her clothes in confusion.

"Mingchuan, did I make you angry?"

Yang Mingchuan pointed his chin towards Song Mengyu and stepped on a large box at some point, making his height look like 180+.

"Song Mengyu, you should reflect on yourself and don't need others to remind you of everything. I don't like stupid women."

[Oh my god, this boss tastes sour, sweet, and absolutely amazing~]

[The real boss picked up the microphone and acted like a dog-skin plaster seller, but the fake boss performed steadily as usual. 】

[Wait a minute, an old woman should have bumped into the photographer just now, and then the camera moved down. Very quickly, just for a moment, but I saw a big box under Yang Mingchuan's feet? ! 】

[Did you know this netizen? He has always had the habit of stepping on a box when filming, otherwise he would be incompatible with the heroine. The box he stepped on gave him the nickname: Hako Nair~]

[I thought of a simple sentence to describe the daily life of these two people: the love story of Hako Nai and Yu Dafu!No, I want to write it into a novel!Wait for me to write it out! 】

[Support upstairs, go quickly, and I hope the book will be published soon! 】

"Miss Song, you have to know that today's vote is about where we live. The one with the highest number of votes will live in a garden house, and the one with the lowest number of votes will live in an earthen house without even a toilet." Zhu Long reminded.

Yang Mingchuan glanced at her coldly, "Isn't it just a few TV sets? It's not a piece of cake for your family. You are so stingy. Do you want me to live in an adobe house that is worse than a cold kiln?"

Song Mengyu shook her head quickly, "No, Mingchuan, I didn't mean that. I'll just send the TV away!"

Gu Chuxue pointed out that they needed to perform to attract votes, not give gifts. Zhu Long was tone-deaf in singing and uncoordinated in dancing. Song Mengyu was focused on Yang Mingchuan. Yang Mingchuan, like Zhu Long, was useless in singing and dancing. Such a good opportunity, of course she You have to express yourself well.

"Yes, thanks to Xiaoxue for reminding me." Zhu Long put the microphone into Gu Chuxue's hand, "Xiaoxue, this microphone is very loud. Just use it to sing. It will definitely attract a lot of viewers. If they vote, we will Give me a big refrigerator and a big color TV.”

[Damn, Mr. Pig is so cool!I work in a nearby company, so I will immediately skip work and go to Mr. Zhu’s place!Big refrigerator, wait for me! 】

[This is the real president. Refrigerators and color TVs are given away when asked! 】【If Mr. Zhu really gives me a big refrigerator and a big color TV today, I will be Mr. Zhu’s lifelong fan from now on! 】

Gu Chuxue held the same microphone used for selling vegetables and collecting rags, and she didn't know what to do for a while.

Does she really want to sing like this?How embarrassing that would be!

"Sing a song, Xiaoxue, don't be shy." Zhu Long encouraged.

Song Mengyu followed suit with a straight face: "Hurry up, don't waste time, we will pay for those who pay, and those who don't will contribute."

Gu Chuxue glanced at Yang Mingchuan who was looking into the mirror in a stainless steel basin with an aggrieved look on her face. She wanted to say, why doesn't Best Actor Yang sing with a microphone?
Wait, where did Yang Mingchuan get the stainless steel basin?
[Children Gu Chuxue, do you want to ask where the stainless steel basin in King Duan’s hand comes from?Let netizens answer it for you~]

[The time goes back to 5 minutes ago. The drugstore opposite the vegetable market held an event. After filling out the form, they received a stainless steel basin as a gift. Then Duan Wang went there and got a stainless steel basin~]

[Wang Duan liked this basin very much at first sight, because his face printed in the stainless steel basin was so handsome. The slightly blurry reflection of the stainless steel just added a hint of hazyness to his handsome face, allowing him to see When you go up, you feel like a fairy~]

[Duanwu is really satisfied with his new favorite. Just now, he named the stainless steel basin: Xiaoyin~]

The comments in the second group of live broadcast rooms were all made up of netizens, including Mr. Duanwang and his wife and Mr. Zhu. Their live broadcast room can be said to be the funniest.

Song Mengyu blocked Yang Mingchuan impatiently, "You should hurry up and don't delay."

"Yeah, hurry up, sister, don't wait any longer, we're still waiting to receive the TV series!" The densely packed old men and women surrounding them urged.

Gu Chuxue's idea was to find a stage where she could dance or sing, instead of using a loudspeaker at the entrance of the market!
She looked at Zhu Long for help, but Zhu Long was dealing with the uncles and aunties and didn't even look at her.

It can be seen that Zhu Long worked very hard not to live in an adobe house.

Gu Chuxue reluctantly sang a sweet little love song in the end. No one cared about how well she sang. There was a refrigerator and a free TV set, but even if she sang shit, they were willing to say it was nice.

Zhu Long's assistant's phone number and Song Mengyu's father's phone number were both buzzing, with an average of thirty calls per second, and every call they received was for a color TV and refrigerator.

Zhu Long's assistant dared not speak out in anger, and Song Mengyu's father wanted to beat this prodigal daughter to death.

There is a home appliance company in the subsidiary company of their company, which is the cheapest 888 small color TV. Hundreds of them are given away, and they have free shipping. Isn't that a lot of money of 10 yuan wasted?
The Song Group's 888 small color TV is okay, but Zhu Long's is not. The cheapest refrigerator under the Zhu Group is [-] units. He can give it away for several million.

The competition with Zhou Ziyu was over, and the third group was about to start earning votes. They set their goal at the stadium.

There are usually a lot of people in the stadium. Sports students or athletes go to train every day. I originally thought I could look at handsome guys while canvassing for votes, but what I saw was a group of beautifully dressed people. Aunty and aunty.

This group of aunts and ladies are preparing for a square dance competition, and the stadium is now the competition venue they occupy.

(End of this chapter)