Rebirth of Hong Kong's tycoons, shorting Eagle Sauce

The next day, while having breakfast, Bai Chaoqiong looked at Wang Lei with strange eyes.

"Don't you bring her some breakfast?"

Wang Lei's heart skipped a beat. Could Bai Chaoqiong have discovered something last night?

This hotel not only has bad heating, but also poor sound insulation.

He wanted to continue to play dumb and said innocently:

"Chaoqiong, what are you talking about? Who should I bring breakfast to?"

Bai Chaoqiong rolled her eyes beautifully:

"I heard everything, you scumbag, you should bring these to Zhao Ling.

After intense exercise, she must be very hungry now."

Looking at the poached eggs and bread slices on the plate, Wang Lei was a little dumbfounded, and wanted to explain to Bai Chaoqiong.

The words were on the tip of his tongue, but he couldn't say them.

He couldn't say that although Zhao Ling and I slept together, I had you in my heart.

Wouldn't that make him look like a scumbag?

Fortunately, Bai Chaoqiong looked normal, and didn't seem to mind that he and Zhao Ling were having an affair. The two of them were still talking and laughing.

But when she went to the bathroom, Bai Chaoqiong couldn't help but cover her mouth and sob slightly.

From childhood to adulthood, she had never failed to get what she wanted, and now men were no exception.

She must take Wang Lei back from Zhao Ling.

...

At 6 pm, the guests of the Spring Festival Gala entered one by one.

The father and son of the Wang family and the father and daughter of the gambling king were among them, and they followed the flow of people into the performance hall.

Several people sat in the front position, and when the camera scanned them, they also made a special text introduction:

Patriotic Hong Kong businessman Wang Zhengyi, his son Wang Lei.

Patriotic Australian businessman gambling king, his daughter Bai Chaoqiong.

The villagers far away in Mang Village would scream whenever the camera showed the father and son of the Wang family.

That was the much-anticipated Spring Festival Gala!

Wang Lei, who was sitting in his seat, was actually forcing a smile. Some programs were played on local TV stations in a loop, and he could even speak the lines first.

Seeing He Jie on the Spring Festival Gala stage gave Wang Lei a "surprise".

Seeing Wang Lei's expression stiff, Bai Chaoqiong asked in confusion:

"A Lei, what's wrong? He Jie's singing is okay."

Just as Wang Lei was trying to evade the question, He Jie actually left the center of the stage and slowly approached the round table area.

Wang Lei noticed that the director team outside the camera was holding a sign and was so anxious that they were jumping up and down.

This guy wouldn't want to punch me in front of the national audience.

Then should I swallow my anger or fight back?

What made Wang Lei relieved was that He Jie did not act rashly and did not move forward after singing the whole song.

The master who played the accompaniment in the backstage was sweating profusely, and he secretly cursed He Jie in his heart. What's wrong with this kid? Is he in such a hurry to sing a song?

If he hadn't cut off the accompaniment in time, there would have been an accident.

He Jie finished singing in time with the beat, looking normal. Seeing that no one noticed anything unusual, the director team couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

"Director, He Jie sang 20 seconds too fast. Do you want to insert a short advertisement?"

"No, the last advertisement just ended. Hold up the sign and let Xiao He interact with the audience to delay the time."

As soon as the director team raised the sign, He Jie turned around handsomely and trotted to Wang Lei's table.

Wang Lei secretly felt that something was wrong. This guy still wanted to retaliate against me.

He wouldn't burn himself together with the enemy, would he?

"Mr. Wang Lei, welcome to the mainland. As the whole nation celebrates the Spring Festival, do you want to go on stage and sing a song to express your feelings..."

The director and the staff were all confused. The director hurriedly confirmed with his assistant:

"There is no such link in the program, right?"

"Director, no, this is going to be a big performance accident!"

At that time, there was no recording tape to save the scene temporarily. When various situations occurred, the actors could only rely on their on-the-spot performance to avoid performance accidents.

The camera hit Wang Lei and He Jie's faces, and it was too late to move away at this time.

The atmosphere seemed to freeze at that moment.

The whole village, Mang Village, was watching the live broadcast together, and they were still shouting in confusion:

"Wang San, come on, come on."

Only Wang Xiuquan saw from the color TV that his boss's expression was a little wrong:

"Boss, no, you can't sing."

The whole village was choked. Wouldn't that make a fool of themselves in front of the people of the whole country?

They felt a toothache just thinking about it.

Wouldn't Wang Lei's reputation be ruined?

How will Wang Lei show his face in the future?

Everyone will only remember this mistake, and never remember what Wang Lei has done to benefit the country and the people.

He Jie handed the microphone to Wang Lei, and couldn't help but feel proud.

Now you can't get off the stage.

The shouting that had been echoing in my ears also became pleasant.

Just when the director was about to insert a commercial, Wang Lei appeared in front of everyone.He took the microphone.

"Everyone, I will bring you a song I adapted, "Descendants of the Dragon". We are one family on both sides of the Taiwan Strait, blood is mixed with water, bones are connected with tendons, and Hong Kong will always be an inseparable part of the Dragon Country!"

His words attracted the approval of the audience and applauded.

He Jie's eyes were gloomy. He didn't believe that Wang Lei sang better than him and adapted it. He thought he was a great talent.

Although the accompaniment of the old version was played, Wang Lei sang it without error.

Sorry, he sang really well. Although he couldn't compare with Leehom of the same surname, he still had that exciting taste.

"There is a river in the far east

Its name is the Yangtze River

There is a river in the far east

Its name is the Yellow River

...

I grew up on someone else's land

I will be a descendant of the dragon when I grow up

Black eyes, black hair, yellow skin

I will always be a descendant of the dragon..."

The melody is passionate, and many audiences sang it passionately. This is a singing style they have never heard before, which has brought great impact to everyone.

It is not an exaggeration to describe it as a dimensionality reduction attack.

The young people couldn't help shaking their bodies and humming along with Wang Lei.

A big shot praised:

"What a good sentence, I grew up on someone else's land, and I will be a descendant of the dragon when I grow up! Xiao Wang changed this word wonderfully."

Seeing that the performance was so good, the director wanted to kneel on the ground and wish Wang Lei a happy new year in advance.

He Jie was dumbfounded when he saw the audience clapping their hands to the beat, and his mouth was open enough to swallow a fist.

This kid is really good at arranging songs. He sang a traditional song with a rock flavor. That rap opened his eyes.

Not only was he dumbfounded, but the expressions of Wang Zhengyi and his group were also wonderful.

Bai Chaoqiong's eyes were full of strange colors, and she couldn't help asking:

"Wang Dad...Uncle, our A Lei has learned to arrange music and sing?"

Wang Zhengyi was wondering why this girl called me Uncle Wang Ba, but he still said honestly:

"He hasn't learned it. He hated performing singing when he was a child."

The gambling king interrupted, "This is a genius, brother Wang. He just hates to show off in front of you. If you owed a huge debt when you were young, you can't be sure that Hong Kong City will have another singing king now."

Wang Zhengyi smiled awkwardly. This father and daughter really don't know how to speak. It's obviously a compliment, but why does it sound like scolding.

After singing and bowing, Wang Lei listened to the spontaneous applause on the scene and couldn't help wiping his sweat.

He had practiced this song hundreds of times for the chorus competition organized by the school. He could even sing it backwards with his eyes closed. He didn't expect it to come in handy on this occasion.

"Leehom, I'm sorry. It may take you a few years to become successful."