Running Man Live, I'm Angkor

Chen Chichi pouted indifferently, who was he frightening?There are fast hands, but no slow hands. Wu Li's meals are good, but there is one thing that can't be tolerated.That big plate, with so many shrimps, can't it be more than two layers?I counted about twenty, and each person was not enough for two.

Today, there are outsiders. Without outsiders, I will definitely spit it out, so that none of you can eat it.

"What are you thinking, if you don't wash it, get out of the way." Zheng Dai looked at the pig's head that was occupying the sink and didn't wash his hands, and kicked when he raised his foot.

"Wash up now, what's your hurry? Jia Ling! Shut me up."

The little chubby who was the first to wash his hands gave a smile, danced his chopsticks and chopsticks like a storm, and took a small half bowl of rice.

Red, fragrant fat, dripping with oil, mixed into the rice, invincible!

Chen Chichi washed his hands hastily, and ran back like a dog, holding a spoon in his left hand and chopsticks in his right hand, saliva gushing out, "Baby, get me a plate?"

"Do you want a rice cooker?"

Hahaha……

"It's a pig."

"Anchor, make me Pan Dongpo Meat and post it, and I'll give you one million."

"Fool upstairs, get out of here."

"Angkor, is it really okay for you to be so greedy for the big guy?"

"If you send pictures but don't send seeds, Ju Hua will be stabbed by thousands of people. You won't be allowed to eat when you cook, and you will become an idiot in a blink of an eye."

"The fifth floor is good."

"Add 1 to the fifth floor."

Wu Li took the towel handed over by the baby, wiped his hands, turned around and shouted into the room, "Brother Chao, Brother Chen, Da Yao, come out to eat. Everyone is seated, you're welcome."

Send Jia, who had eaten this kind of food for the first time, was stunned at the time. A chopstick of fish-flavored shredded pork entered the entrance, and two eyes stared, so that it didn't stick out.When she finally recovered from the shock, the plate that was still full had already seen its bottom.

"That slice of green onion is mine."

"Don't rob me of coriander."

"Is this a meal? It's just war."

Zheng Hao leaned on his back and kept poking Chen Chichi with his butt to stop the pig from attacking the food.

Deng Chao and Li Chen cooperated with each other, protecting the small half bowl of Dongpo meat, and driving away the locusts around them.Turning his head, he immediately turned his face, two people, two pairs of chopsticks, squeezed together, you stared at me, I stared at you.

Sending Xiaobao and Wang Zulan saw an opportunity, they threw the chopsticks and grabbed them, screaming and stealing their jobs.It was obviously painful to death, but he didn't let go. When he took it back, he poured it into the bowl. The bright red and translucent gravy poured down, and the snow-white rice was like a fire in the mountains.

"Bastard, return our meat."

"What's ours, that's mine." Li Chen bent his arms and turned down Deng Chao.

How could Brother Chao let him be so strong, these two guys, you pushed me, I pushed you, but Brother Baolan took advantage of it.

"Are you eating?" Wang Baoqiang looked at Yao Ming heartlessly, Da Yao couldn't take a bite, thinking of the past with a full belly.

Because of his height, Yao Ming has been rejected since he was a child.Those who are about the same age don't want to play with him, and those who are older think he is too young.It was not until I entered the school team that I found self-confidence on the basketball court.Influenced by my parents, a dozen is so many years.

When I first came into contact with basketball, I didn't want to do anything, just to make more friends and have fun together.With age, the height has been rising, and then gradually climbed up, from the Shanghai youth team to the national youth team, until putting on the national team jersey.

Later, by chance, he participated in the NBA draft and joined the Houston Rockets as the top pick. He became the arrogance of the ****, the arrogance of Asia, and even the arrogance of the Chinese all over the world. Media reporters sought after him, his family and neighbors Complimenting him, for a while, the limelight is the same, as if the whole world is revolving around him.

But as soon as he turned around, the General Administration of Sports gave him a stick, and he wanted to split half of the salary and get a 50% commission.

You must know that playing in the NBA is subject to heavy taxes. After all taxes are paid, less than one-fifth can be obtained. When I first entered the NBA, I earned hundreds of thousands of dollars every year.For a champion, this is simply a big joke in the world.It was not until it was exposed by the media that he bought himself out through difficult negotiations, and the commission was also reduced from 50% to 5%.

However, for this buyout, Yao Ming paid a price of up to 1000 million US dollars.Yes, that's the horrific number.

According to the NBA's previous regulations, the maximum buyout fee is only $35, and there is no comparison between the two.Think about how much blood the General Administration of Sport has drawn on Yao Ming.With a flick of the wrist, there are two more zeros, which is faster than robbing a bank. It's like slaughtering people like pigs.

At that time, the above told him that you were cultivated by the state, and without the support of the state, you would not be where you are today. Return to the training of the country.

But is this really the case?

Yao Ming was holding chopsticks, and he was sad when he thought about it. His ability to play basketball was taught by his parents since he was a child, so how could he be trained by the country?Is it not his own efforts to be selected for the national team?

I thought that after retiring, these bad things would not come to him again, but I didn't expect it to fall again this time.Thinking of what Deng Chao said to them just now, my heart felt like a needle pierced.

Yes, if Wu Li hadn't been nice to him, if Wu Li wasn't the king of the Chinese, would he still dare to come?In another country, who cares who Yao Ming is?

"I'm sorry..." Yao Ming turned his head in a trembling voice.

"Eating, we don't need to talk about that." Wu Li took a bottle of wine from behind and poured a glass for Yao Ming.

Da Yao took the wine bowl with red eyes, and drowned.Before the wine was finished, the phone in his trouser pocket rang.

Chapter 967

"Feel sorry……"

"Did you get the ticket?"

Wu Li picked up his chopsticks and grabbed a piece of Mapo tofu, and there was a faint quarrel in his ears.

Da Yao's voice was muffled, not like most Shanghainese at all. When he was angry, he was like a brown bear in the forest, roaring and roaring non-stop, with eyes like knives.

"Don't you have a good relationship with him, why can't you get a single vote? Are you worthy of the country's training, and are you worthy of the organization's trust?"

"Yao Ming, let me tell you, don't think that if you play well, you can ignore everything. You must get the votes this time. This is the task assigned to you by the higher authorities."

"Superior department, which superior department?" Yao Ming clenched his right hand tightly, and his eyes burst out with fire.