The Invasion of the Super Rich Game: Confess Your Love to a School Beauty and Get a Billion-Dollar R

The old man was so angry, but he was still very angry.

“······” Chen Mu was speechless.

He is a typical person who is both bad and playful!

“The accents of Zhuozhu and Wanzi are so different, and you can still say it shamelessly!” The female reporter complained without giving any face.

She should ask someone to take a picture of Castonel’s shameless look and let the keyboard warriors on the Internet say hello to him!

“This matter is over, the key point is the competition between you and me.” Moskar saw this and changed the subject.

“Heh, this matter is not so easy to get over.” Chen Mu snorted coldly. Why, he looks so easy to talk to, oh no, to be precise, easy to bully?

"Caston, you said that in front of so many people in the live broadcast room. Why don't you dare to admit it now?" At the hint of the female reporter, the photographer who had turned off the camera appeared next to Caston and Chen Mu again.

"I... you..." Seeing the camera facing him, Caston could only swallow the dirty words he wanted to curse.

Seeing him hesitating, Chen Mu didn't tolerate him and directly grabbed his collar.

In front of everyone, he pulled him closer and pressed him on the corner of the table, "Bite!"

Caston just wanted to struggle, but he felt a pain in his neck, and his whole face was against the corner of the table, which hurt his lips.

"Young man, you..." Moskar hurried over to stop him.

"Mr. Moskar, do you want Caston to break his promise in front of hundreds of thousands of people and become a person without any credibility?" The female reporter stretched out her hand to stop him.

When Moskar heard this, he turned his head to look at the camera that was filming him, and could only wave his hand, "Of course I didn't mean that, I just want Caston to fulfill his promise."

"Did you hear that?" Chen Mu increased the strength in his hands, and the knuckles of his fingers that were holding Caston's neck were turning white.

In the face of absolute strength, Caston had to do it.

His teeth bit the wooden table, making a clacking sound.

The camera was facing his face in a close-up.

"Hmph." With a cold voice, Chen Mu let go of him.

He really didn't cry until he saw the coffin. Wouldn't it be better to do this earlier?

"Are you satisfied?" The female reporter leaned close to Chen Mu's ear and asked in a low voice.

Chen Mu glanced at her and said lightly, "Not bad!"

Looking at the two people talking and laughing, Moskar instantly realized that the reason why Chen Mu could appear at the judges' table was not a coincidence at all, but that there was someone behind him!

This female reporter is not an ordinary person, she is the director of Jiangcheng TV Station, that is, the daughter of Director Dong!

Originally, he wanted to use this opportunity to match her with his son, but now, Chen Mu, that brat, got there first!

"For this competition, I want the whole show to be broadcast live. For the judges, I want to find an amateur outside the restaurant to taste and comment on it after it's done!" Moskar immediately changed his mind.

Since he already knew that Chen Mu had a big backer, he naturally had to choose a way to execute it so that no one could interfere.

"Okay." Chen Mu agreed without even thinking about it.

"Then, when will the competition start?" the female reporter asked Chen Mu.

"Now." Chen Mu stepped onto the stage after saying that.

The ingredients on the stage were all available.

After taking the apron from the waiter, Chen Mu put it on and started to work.

Seeing this, Moskar was not willing to lag behind and followed suit.

Across the stage, there was a huge screen, which was showing their live broadcast at this moment.

Number of people, 200,000+!

Moreover, more and more people entered the live broadcast room.

"Wow, he is worthy of being a Michelin five-star chef. His knife skills are far ahead."

"This thickness is really as thin as paper."

"Cut, in terms of knife skills, who can beat my Great Xia country? Any housewife in my Great Xia country has this skill, don't flatter me!"

"Yes, that's right!"

"We are in a competition now, and the other one doesn't look skilled at all."

"A typical pretty boy, he has no strength and relies on his face to attract some crazy fans."

"Now is the era of looking at faces, who looks at strength."

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Ding Dong.

[System prompt: Crush Moscal's knife skills, reward Jiangdong Commercial Street! ]

Jiangdong Commercial Street?

Chen Mu was dumbfounded.

It is known as the place where only famous people in Jiangcheng go.

Only a place that can be visited.

Just like that, you sent him off?

If he could take over the entire Jiangdong Commercial Street, he would have a promising future!

Then, he looked up at the scrolling comments on the screen, and Chen Mu felt calm.

He admitted that he was a gigolo.

After all, it was not his fault that he was handsome.

Besides, not everyone was qualified to be a gigolo.

But, if he was said to have no strength, he would not admit it!

He threw the peeled onion in his hand upwards, holding the kitchen knife, brushing, brushing, brushing, and the movements were so fast that only a blurry shadow could be seen.

In just a few strokes, a round onion fell into the plate piece by piece.

"Fuck!!!"

"Is this a special effect!"

"I'm not blind!"

"I just saw a few shadows, and then the onions were cut? Are you kidding me!"

"Awesome! As expected, our Daxia country's knife skills are unmatched!"

"What a show-off!"

"You said the anchor is a gigolo, and the haters with no strength should come out and worship him now!"

"Brother, I was wrong. I didn't recognize the real man! You all kneel down!"

"Xiu'er, does your mother know you are so showy?"

Glancing at the barrage, Chen Mu sneered. As expected, only those with strength can pretend to be awesome and get slapped in the face!

Picking up the carrot, the knife fell, making a clanging sound on the chopping board.

As Chen Mu's speed increased, a whole carrot turned into shreds.

"This knife skill is amazing!"

"I thought he was just a vase, but I didn't expect he was really capable!"

"That's it? That's it? Is it worth it? I'm much better than him!"

"In addition to his ability, he also has good looks. Of course you are better than him. After all, you are good at talking and bragging!"

"Come and fight if you don't agree! Follow me, I will let you know what real strength is!"

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An hour later, the banquet hall was filled with fragrance.

I don't know when, a voting link has appeared on the screen.

Chen Mu: 57237.

Moskar: 82972.

"Brothers, don't vote for the pretty boy. He's just here to show off his face and get attention. We can't let this lazy guy who wants to hang out with rich women win!"

"If he wins, everyone here will be responsible!"

"That's right, that's right. Do you really think you can do whatever you want just because you're handsome?"

"Is he handsome? Not even one-tenth as handsome as me, Daniel Wu."

"If I were on the court, his fancy moves wouldn't even be enough to carry my shoes."

As some people led the way, Moscal's votes rose.

102384.

159388.

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"Bah, you're just jealous, jealous of his ability to be a good hostess and a good cook!"

"Sisters, we can't let such an excellent little brother be suppressed by these ugly men. Vote for him quickly."

78198.

109112.

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Even though the votes are increasing, they are not as fast as Moskar.

Moskar, who has already prepared the Sheep Shepherd faction, took the time to walk to Chen Mu's side and said firmly, "Give up, you can't beat me!!!"