I, who lived in seclusion for thousands of years, was exposed by yearning

Chapter 270 Wang Zhenyu's 'crime'

"Ha ha……"

Zhang Zifeng couldn't help laughing out loud when he heard Zong Li's narration.

I didn't expect Grandpa and Uncle Zong to have such a past.

No wonder grandpa would take out the candies to Uncle Zong.

She always thought that grandpa was an indifferent person.

But I didn't expect that indifferent people would use candies to make children laugh.

The picture that was painted in my mind was really funny.

The laughter of the two spread from the kitchen to the outside, and everyone in the mushroom house, including the audience in the live broadcast room, heard their laughter.

Many viewers raised questions.

"What are Zifeng and Zong Li laughing at? Are they smiling so happily?"

"Who knows, the director didn't switch to the kitchen scene either."

"Not only the pictures of the kitchen, but the old man's side only has pictures, but no voice to talk about."

"It's so mysterious, at least let us hear a few words."

"I'm afraid it can't be released. Haven't you seen that the old man doesn't have a microphone on his neckline?"

"Uh... well, the director really is, how can he forget such an important thing."

"Forget it, let's just watch the pantomime first. We can only pin our hopes on my sister, and hope that she will bring out the tea quickly. As long as she stands by, she won't be afraid to lose her hearing."

"It's all because of Wang Zhengyu, how can such an important thing be forgotten."

"That's right, this director is too unqualified."

The audience in the live broadcast room were very annoyed that they could only see the old man talking with Zong Qinghou, but could not hear the voice.

Who wouldn't be interested in the old man's conversation with the once-popular beverage tycoon.

Not to mention that the old man saw Zong Qinghou with an intimacy that he didn't have with those other big shots.

Not to mention that their old man gave Zong Qinghou a few candies.

Although these candies are nothing, who would not want to hear the talk with the look of memories on their faces.

……

While Wang Zhenyu who was at the scene listened to the conversation between the old man and Zong Qinghou, and was secretly smiling in his heart, he couldn't help but sneezed several times in succession.

After hearing a few "choo", Wang Zhenyu covered his nose with a paper, frowned and muttered:
"The weather hasn't changed much recently, why are there so many sneezes today?"

"Director Wang, don't you have a cold?"

"Shouldn't be a cold."

Just as he was wiping his nose and answering the staff's words, his eyes just turned to the screen in front of him, and after a casual glance, he immediately moved closer to the screen.

"Did you forget to bring the microphone for the old man?"

"No...ah, I seem to have forgotten."

"I just said why only one sneezes, hundreds of millions of viewers are talking about it, it's strange if you don't sneeze."

Wang Zhenyu was instantly speechless to the staff around him.

The audience in the emotional live broadcast room has been watching pantomime.

These idiots are really, how can such an important thing as the microphone be forgotten.

"I'm going right now."

"What are you going to do? The old man is talking to Elder Zong. You go and give the microphone to Zhang Zifeng, and ask her to put it on the side of the table when she brings the tea."

"Eh."

After the staff hurriedly took the headset into the kitchen and handed it to Zhang Zifeng, Zhang Zifeng approached Ye Qing and Zong Qinghou with a teapot.

After she put the microphone aside, she took the teapot to refill the tea for Grandpa and Zong's father and daughter.

"Grandpa, Uncle Zong, please have some tea."

"Thank you girl."

Ye Qing glanced at the microphone on the table, nodded in response, and raised his eyes to see his girl looking at the candies on the table, a little bit amused.

And the girl from the Zong family on the side also smiled and asked him:
"Old man, what kind of candy do you like now? I'll bring it to you another day."

"Don't bother, it's just an occasional meal now."

Ye Qing waved his hand and picked up the teacup.

He is not a child who likes to eat candy.

At that time, because candy was very popular abroad, he thought it tasted good, sweeter than the previous candy figurines and candied haws, and there were some different flavors, so he just brought some back.

"It's really not easy to eat too much of this sugar. You should try to eat as little as possible."

Zong Qinghou picked up the teacup and took a sip, his eyes were full of amazement at the tea, but his mouth showed concern for the old man.

It's better to eat less sugar.

Although the old man seems to have a long lifespan, he still needs to pay attention to his body.

After he put down the cup, he smiled and asked Zong Li beside him:
"Lili, what were you talking about inside just now, you were smiling so happily."

"I told my sister the origin of our company's name."

"You kid... why are you talking about this? I don't know how to save face for your father."

Zong Qinghou was speechless when he saw the smile on his daughter's face.

How could this girl betray her father.

He even used the fact that his father was made laugh by the old man with candy to make the old man's granddaughter laugh.

This daughter is really good at cheating.

"Don't worry, the face is still there. Although the picture has been with you all the time, the old man didn't bring a microphone just now, and no one heard it."

"Isn't it the origin of the name? There's nothing embarrassing about it. Besides, you were still young, so it's not shameful to make you laugh with candies."

Ye Qing said with a smile on the corner of his mouth.

Which family's children won't smile when they get the candy.

They are old, so what image burden is needed.

"..."

The corner of Zong Qinghou's mouth twitched slightly when he heard this.

Yes, your old man directly helped to speak out.

He is already old now, and he is still the boss of a company anyway. How can he not feel shy when he tells the embarrassing things of his childhood.

Alas... that's all.

As long as the old man is happy.

But the audience in the live broadcast room were scratched by the old man's words.

How does this use of sugar to make Zong Qinghou laugh have something to do with the company name?

The feeling of listening to half of the story without telling the whole story is the same as the feeling of getting things done right at the door.

Can't the old man give them a clear explanation?
"What is the origin of the name of this Lehaha company?"

"The devil knows."

"I can't find any information on the Internet, and Zong Qinghou never mentioned it in this interview."

"The old man really caught people's appetite."

"However, our old man seems to have given us the answer. He made Zong Qinghou laugh with candy. I'm afraid it was because of that smile that the company name was chosen?"

"So casual?"

"Impossible, the name of a company has been decided at will?"

"But how do I remember the name of this Lehaha? It's because it was the first drink that was advertised as good for children's health. Drink it with confidence. Drink it happily."

"I also remember that, because it tastes good, and children who are still learning to speak can remember it. So the company's name can't be so random, right?"

"Who knows, we didn't hear at either end just now."

"Hey... Now that I've said it, the unsolved mystery of the name of the Lehaha company is buried. It's all Wang Zhengyu's fault. Wang Zhengyu, can't you have some fun when you're recording the show?"

"Yeah, we won't know."

"Unless Wang Zhenyu is kind enough to export the picture of the kitchen just before the end of the live broadcast and show it to us, but such a good thing, don't even think about it."

"Let's just go with the flow and see if the old man will tell us."

It's a pity that they were disappointed. The old man never mentioned the name of Lehaha Company in the chat with Zong Qinghou.

(End of this chapter)