Rumors that are hard to explain always spread the fastest. The news about investors running away and the program running out of steam has been circulating for several days.
Upon hearing that they wouldn't even be allowed to stay in the dorms anymore, the group immediately erupted in chaos, with everyone discussing it and no one actually packing their luggage for a long time.
When Young Master Mu lost his temper, he shouted that he was going to withdraw from the competition, and many of those who lacked backbone followed suit.
They were all young and hot-blooded men, and once their tempers flared up, even the production crew couldn't control them. In the end, President Wang couldn't hold them back and called Qiao Xia.
Qiao Xia remained calm, as it was the workers' shift change time.
She hung up the phone, looked at the workers' strong arms and nodded in satisfaction, "Uncles and elders, are you interested in coming with me to give them a good show?"
The workers exchanged glances and responded enthusiastically, with the ox-born uncle being the most eager, chasing after Qiao Xia with enthusiasm, "How about we wear this? It looks like something out of the Axe Gang, definitely not something to mess with."
As they spoke, everyone tacitly picked up hammers and electric drills and struck poses. They were still covered in mud, but with a fierce look in their eyes, they really looked the part.
Qiao Xia was amused, but then thought that they probably wouldn't be comfortable dressed like that, "Let's change into some clean clothes."
"Sure," Uncle Niu nodded in agreement. "I'll go change into some jeans. I also have some temporary tattoos in the dorm, do you want them?"
"Hmm?" Qiao Xia cast a suspicious look at him.
Uncle Niu scratched his head sheepishly, "To be honest, when I was a kid, my biggest dream after watching movies was to become a gangster like Chicken, loyal to my brothers!"
Uncle Niu's broken Cantonese amused everyone, but he himself looked serious. "But it's not that life has held me back, but it's also fortunate that life has held me back."
"But you still have to have dreams, right?" Uncle Niu joked to himself. "I know the young lady won't really let us do it, but even if we just pretend, it'll still be a dream come true."
Qiao Xia understood what Uncle Niu meant. Just like when she was a child, she would drape a bed sheet over herself and pretend to be a fairy. She didn't really want to become an ethereal fairy, but rather she wanted to be as beautiful as the people on TV and wear the same beautiful clothes.
Then, I will become the protagonist of my life, believing that there will always be a camera shining for me.
At this moment, Uncle Niu just wants to experience something extraordinary in his ordinary life, even if everyone knows it's fake.
Therefore, when she saw Uncle Niu and the others struggling to tie their long sleeves to their bodies, Qiao Xia didn't laugh. Instead, she wanted to help them make their act more convincing.
Have you seen "God of Gamblers"?
Uncle Niu's eyes lit up, "Of course!"
"A real boss, of course, wears a suit and bow tie! We can't lose face. I'll take you guys shopping for clothes!"
The plastic Hong Kong-accented Mandarin amused everyone, but after the laughter subsided, he became even more serious. "Miss, there are so many of us, we can't possibly take the subway there, can we? That would be too embarrassing."
"Of course not, I've already prepared all of that!"
Qiao Xia snapped her fingers, and the next moment a line of black Bentleys appeared, alongside a bright red truck. Looking through the truck door, dozens of motorcycles of various models lay on the ground.
Uncle Niu covered his mouth in disbelief, "This...this is all for us?"
Qiao Xia nodded. "From now on, these will be company vehicles provided to you. If you need them, just submit a report."
Uncle Niu ran to the motorcycle, touched the handlebars to the seat, and nodded like a chicken pecking at rice no matter what Qiao Xia said.
Seeing that everything was in place, Qiao Xia snapped her fingers again, "Now, let's go!"
Since they were going to seek thrills, they were going to go all the way. Qiao Xia led her men to loot all the men's clothing stores in the city center shopping mall.
To find the perfect black suit for everyone, Qiao Xia shopped around from 7 p.m. to 9 p.m.
At first, the sales clerks in the mall were a little uneasy when they saw her with so many people. Many of them had their hands on the police phone from the moment they entered the store until Qiao Xia swiped her card to pay, and only then did they let go with lingering fear.
After Qiao Xia bought out two stores, the sales staff in the other stores also became enthusiastic.
Meanwhile, the police officers who had been closely monitoring them since they set off received an alert and breathed a sigh of relief.
Qiao Xia looked at the tall, imposing figures in front of her, dressed in suits and ties, their faces serious and unsmiling, and was still somewhat dissatisfied, feeling that they were still missing something.
Uncle Niu was quite satisfied with his outfit. Seeing that the others were tired from changing, he quickly advised, "Miss, let's go. Don't go any later, everything will be over."
Qiao Xia then remembered the important matter at hand. When she turned on her phone, she saw dozens of missed calls, and she felt a little guilty.
Before she could figure out how to respond, the phone rang again, and Qiao Xia subconsciously pressed the answer button.
Mr. Wang's voice, trembling with tears, came from the other end of the phone: "Sister Qiao, where are you? If you don't come soon, I'm really going to get beaten to death."
"Ten more minutes, hang in there, hang in there!"
Qiao Xia quickly led the group off. When they passed the mall entrance, she finally realized what was missing. She picked out a pair of sunglasses and put them on, and the rest of the group followed suit.
By the time Qiao Xia paid and arrived, it was already 11 p.m.
As soon as Qiao Xia entered the dormitory base, she heard a lot of noise inside. What surprised her even more was that the loudest noise came from Jiang Xiaomian.
"Sister Qiao, you're finally here!" Mr. Wang scrambled out of the house, bursting into tears the moment he saw her.
His suit had clearly been violently torn, hanging in strips on his body. There was a noticeable bruise around his right eye, and even half of the sole of his shoe was missing.
Qiao Xia felt increasingly guilty, but President Wang knelt on the ground and hugged her leg, venting all his grievances, "What sins have I committed? I finally had enough money, and then this happens. Isn't he deliberately trying to force me to jump off a building?"
Qiao Xia patted his shoulder, and President Wang cried even more aggrievedly, "That brat you brought was the worst. Look, look at the beating he gave me."
Qiao Xia comforted her, "He's in the wrong. I'll make him apologize to you."
“An apology alone isn’t enough!” Mr. Wang complained angrily. “You need to talk to him properly. Leaving here was clearly your idea, and no matter what I say, he won’t listen. He keeps saying I’m sorry, but I’m so wronged…”
"I'll definitely explain everything, okay? Don't cry." Qiao Xia comforted him as she led the people inside.
From the moment Qiao Xia appeared, the crowd, which had been so excited, gradually fell silent.
Qiao Xia glanced around and said in a deep voice, "Changing dorms is my idea. Who agrees and who disagrees?"
Everyone turned their gaze to Jiang Xiaomian. Jiang Xiaomian pursed her lips and then turned around without hesitation to go back to her dormitory to pack her things.
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