Return to the Noble Family, Eight Brothers Exclusively Dote On Me

Xiao Xi is a pitiful little girl who was abandoned. She could only survive by scavenging tr*sh and living in a shack.

One day, a distinguished and aloof CEO, with red eyes, said: “You are m...

Chapter 329 The Dark-Black Competition Booth (1/2)

Xiao Xi and the others burst into laughter; Wu Zhengsong was just too humorous.

Xiaoxi never expected that Wu Zhengsong would personally come to endorse his brother.

She even said she had plastic surgery abroad, but even the most advanced plastic surgery in the world can't create legs like that.

Of course, there are cases where the legs are broken, then steel pins are inserted and the bones are allowed to heal. The distance between the steel pins is then constantly adjusted and lengthened. Even growing ten centimeters is considered remarkable, and hospitalization would take at least six months.

To adjust to a height of over 1.8 meters, Wu Zhengsong's height is simply too incredible.

At this moment, Kong Xinlin's lips twitched violently.

First there was Ye Zhongnan, and now there's Wu Zhengsong—both are people whose appearances don't match their names.

However, he knew that Wu Zhengsong was a master chef in the industry, which was undeniable.

He was also very curious, wondering what kind of drug the Ye siblings had given Wu Zhengsong. Just yesterday morning, he had made things difficult for Ye Zhongnan by saying that a level assessment was needed, but he didn't expect to get the results this morning.

Forget it, for Wu Zhengsong's sake, I won't hold it against the Ye siblings.

Kong Xinlin quickly changed his tune, "Since Mr. Wu has come to vouch for us, then Mr. Ye can be admitted."

Xiaoxi didn't relax, because she saw a cold glint in Kong Xinlin's eyes and knew he was about to cause trouble.

This morning was the final registration deadline, and this afternoon, the contestants began to familiarize themselves with the venue for the preliminary selection.

After Wu Zhengsong helped Ye Zhongnan prove his innocence, he showed no intention of leaving and followed Xiao Xi around happily.

Since that's the case, Xiaoxi invited him back to the courtyard house.

Wu Zhengsong was naturally stunned when he saw the two courtyard houses; this young lady from the Ye family was truly extraordinary.

In a place like Beijing where land is incredibly expensive, she managed to acquire a courtyard house. Even one courtyard house is remarkable, yet she managed to acquire two.

Such a friend is so worth having, oh no, not a friend, but a powerful patron, such a powerful patron is so worth clinging to.

After a short rest following their meal, they headed to the audition venue, the International Convention and Exhibition Center.

There were quite a few domestic and international contestants participating.

Both Mr. Ding and his son are contestants. Their assistants arrived from Shanghai two days ago. Ye Zhongnan's assistant is Xiao Xi.

The afternoon session to familiarize oneself with the venue was relatively relaxed; as long as there was a sign, one could bring family and friends to watch.

Because there were so many contestants, the venue on the first floor was quite large, and it was divided into individual contestant booths, just like the National Sugar and Wine Fair.

Grandpa Ding and his son quickly found their location, which was quite good.

Ye Zhongnan tried to find the location by following the numbers on the nameplate, but it was like a maze; he couldn't find it no matter how hard he looked.

Xiaoxi got impatient and threw her little turtle shell into the air to calculate the location of the number.

It turned out to be in the southwest corner. Everyone went over to take a look and realized why they hadn't found it earlier; it was behind a pillar at the corner of the venue.

This is hardly a competition spot! It's in some corner, probably more secluded than a restroom.

Old Master Ding immediately flew into a rage and slammed his hand on the pillar.

To everyone's surprise, Wu Zhengsong was even angrier and kicked the pillar.

Grandpa Ding's hands ached from clapping, and Wu Zhengsong's feet ached from kicking. He quickly rubbed his feet, thinking that since he had finally gained long legs, he should cherish them.