Chapter 62 It's always easier to belittle your opponent than to elevate yourself.

"That master won't be coming to the live broadcast." Actually, they didn't know that either, but they wanted to calm Chen Jinhua down first.

"Even if the master doesn't come, that powerful female boss will definitely come. Anyway, I will never have anything to do with that live stream again. There's no use for you forcing me."

The assistant snapped, "Why didn't you say so when you took the money a second time yesterday?!"

Chen Jinhua acted shamelessly: "You gave it to me willingly, why should I not take it?"

The assistant threatened, "We signed a contract; we can sue you for this!"

Da Xi chimed in, "That's right, these are all things that have been agreed upon. It's not appropriate to go back on your word so easily."

"Then go ahead and sue us! My man has already withdrawn all the cash! We have no money, but you can take my life!" Chen Jinhua was all about having nothing to lose and not being afraid of anyone, and she even started banging her head against the chest of the person helping her. "Go ahead and hit me if you dare, come on!"

"Enough!" Zhu Yunsong couldn't take it anymore. "Change her ticket and let her leave!" Since this woman has already decided to act like a rogue, there's no point in forcing her to stay. She might even jeopardize their live broadcast.

Chen Jinhua snorted coldly, casually stuffed the two bottles of cola and a box of T-shirts on the table into her bag, then ransacked the bathroom of all the toiletries before slinging her patched backpack over her shoulder and walking out.

Even Zhu Yunsong, who is usually very image-conscious, rolled his eyes so hard they almost reached the sky when he saw this.

Da Xi said in a sinister tone, "Big sister, if you walk out of this door now, no one will help you find your daughter anymore. Have you already decided to give up on your son's life?" He was always good at manipulating people's hearts and knew what people cared about most.

Unexpectedly, this time Chen Jinhua didn't turn around. She just murmured, "Anyway...anyway, I already have enough money for IVF...I can do several at once...it's cheaper than a kidney transplant." Then, she disappeared from their sight.

The son she considered more important than her own life turned out to be irreplaceable after all.

If there is a healthier alternative, then his life or death is insignificant.

At that moment, even people like Da Xi and Zhu Yunsong, who were used to pretending, felt a chill run down their spines.

Overjoyed, he muttered, "Damn, madman."

Zhu Yunsong: "So what if you're gone? How are your preparations going?"

"It's done." Da Xi said, taking an iPad mini out of his pocket, opening a file, and then handing it to Zhu Yunsong with both hands. "This is the interview outline I wrote. Please take a look at it, Professor Zhu."

Zhu Yunsong nodded: "It's not bad, the questions are quite sharp."

Overjoyed, he beamed with joy.

"Remember that the key is to keep throwing questions at her and make her fall into the trap of proving herself."

That's how people are; the more they say, the more mistakes they make. If she says just one wrong word, we can conclude that everything she said before was a lie.

"As expected of Teacher Zhu, his words are insightful." Da Xi nodded repeatedly in deep agreement.

"Among the people doing the live stream that day, you have the highest level of education, but you only have a junior high school diploma and two old men. As long as you keep a firm grip on the rhythm of the day, we're guaranteed to win. I won't treat you unfairly then."

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Meanwhile, Zhang Mo was also making "pre-match preparations," but it was obvious that they had much more substantial preparations.

Inside the presidential suite of the most luxurious six-star hotel in the southern province, Lu Lu had just entered when Ye Sange, who was behind her, thoughtfully took her handbag and helped her take off her outermost down jacket.

This two-bedroom, two-living-room presidential suite is exceptionally large and can accommodate a large number of people at the same time.

In the spacious living room, the three little wolves and Jiang Mian were sitting on the sofa by the window eating spicy hot pot.

The three little wolves ate a lot and would occasionally snatch food from Jiang Mian's bowl. Fortunately, Jiang Mian was mostly vegetarian, so she just silently let them take it.

It just looks a bit like bullying the weak.

In the center of the living room, Zhang Mo borrowed a whiteboard from the hotel's conference room. It was covered with writing, and she was explaining basic debating skills to Han Xiao.

Han Xiao, holding a brand-new notebook, sat cross-legged on the carpet, listening with a blank expression. He looked alive, but had actually been gone for quite some time.

As soon as Lu Lu entered the room, she didn't even take the time to introduce her husband to the people inside. She went straight to the point and said, "Important information from insiders: Han's neighbor, Feng Nan, is not a local. He served five years in prison 30 years ago for human trafficking. He only moved next door to Han's house after he was released."

Everyone immediately perked up!

Who says this dirt is bad? This dirt is amazing!

The three little wolves were so happy that they decided to order another takeout!

Then, a document was handed to Zhang Mo. Zhang Mo decisively tossed aside the marker in her hand: "Great, it's definitely easier to belittle your opponent than to elevate yourself."

"You're not going to study debate anymore?" Han Xiao, a mediocre student, was pleasantly surprised.

Teacher Zhang said expressionlessly, "Yes, before I get too angry at you, my strategy has changed to 'kicking the cripple's sick leg hard.' Go to the next room and call Aunt Liu over."

Han Xiao hurriedly ran away.

A little while later, Aunt Liu came over.

Zhang Mo knew that Aunt Liu was illiterate and could not speak, and had not learned sign language, so her communication ability was practically non-existent. Therefore, she prepared three sheets of paper in advance.

The top of it is marked with a checkmark, a cross, and a question mark.

Brother Ye glanced at it and asked in surprise, "Turtle soup [1]?"

Only then did Zhang Mo have a moment to carefully examine Ye Sange and realize that she hadn't mistaken him for someone else. The simple, sensitive, and fragile artistic youth that Lu Lu had described was indeed the hot-tempered person she knew.

For a moment, Zhang Mo sighed: Being love-struck is truly a disease. See, it's affecting my eyesight now!

Fortunately, Brother Ye himself seems to be a hopeless romantic. Upon hearing his wife cry on the phone, he immediately dropped everything, chartered a private jet, and came over. He then became her devoted and attentive assistant.

Well, at least these two are evenly matched in their romantic fantasies. Zhang Mo expressed her respect and best wishes.

Zhang Mo: "Yes, it's sea turtle soup. Since you're a screenwriter, it's a good fit for your profession, so please help ask around later." At this point, privacy doesn't matter anymore; they'll dig out as much truth as they can.

A short while later, Han Xiao arrived with Aunt Liu.

Seeing so many people in the room, Aunt Liu couldn't help but feel a little nervous.

Zhang Mo thought for a moment, then took out a thousand yuan in cash and gave it to Lang Ri, telling the three of them to take Jiang Mian downstairs to play somewhere. After all, their intelligence level wasn't of much help right now.

Sure enough, with half the people gone, Aunt Liu felt much more relaxed.

Zhang Mo asked Aunt Liu to sit down at the table, then sat down opposite her, placed three pieces of paper in front of her, and went straight to the point—

"We now have an opportunity to nail these two men to the pillar of historical shame. Please answer my questions carefully. Just point to the corresponding result."

The three symbols above represent 'yes,' 'no,' and 'don't know.' Do you understand what I mean?"

Aunt Liu looked at Han Xiao nervously. Han Xiao held her hand and sincerely encouraged her.

After a long pause, Aunt Liu nodded.

Zhang Mo: "My first question is, were you lured here by Feng Nan?"

hook.

Zhang Mo: "Did Feng Nan poison your muteness?"

hook.

Zhang Mo: "Was Han Xiao's sister abducted?"

hook.

Although she had been somewhat prepared, Han Xiao still stood up in disbelief.

Zhang Mo continued, "Was Han Xiao's mother abducted?"

Feng Nan's release from prison was a year before Han Xiao's birth date, which made Zhang Mo unable to help but make connections.

Result: Question mark.

Zhang Mo frowned; it was actually a question mark indicating she didn't know?

After thinking for a moment, Zhang Mo asked, "When you were abducted here, was Han Xiao's mother already here?"

hook.

"So you don't know how she got here. But you did have your doubts?"

hook.

If there is doubt, then there is no evidence.

Zhang Mo sighed inwardly: "And what about you? Did you leave any evidence that Feng Nan abducted you?"

Aunt Liu's hand trembled for a long time before pointing to the "hook".

This news thrilled everyone. But Zhang Mo knew it wouldn't be that easy.

Zhang Mo: "Do you know where this evidence is now?"

Aunt Liu looked at her, struggling to open her mouth, trying to make a sound, but could only manage some hoarse gasps. Tears streamed down her face, and her weathered fingers helplessly pointed to the "X".

Everyone: "........."

Zhang Mo, on the other hand, seemed very calm.

“I knew it. Things that can be easily solved won’t fall into my lap.” She reached out and held Aunt Liu’s cold hand, which was cold from tension and anxiety, reassuringly. “But don’t worry, Auntie, I’ve always been good at high-level games. They’re doomed to lose.”