Doesn't it look familiar?
This is what Zhao Dong did on the day Song Foxiang donated 1 million yuan to the Provincial Writers Association!
Now, Song Foxiang wants to retaliate against Zhao Dong in the same way. In martial arts novels, this move is called "returning the favor in their own way"!
With a quick glance, Song Foxiang found that there were many familiar faces at the party, while Zhao Dong was still standing on the stage with a dazed look on his face. He had never expected that he would suddenly appear like a divine soldier. Hehe, it was worth it that he and his men had been squatting outside the hotel for a long time, and finally waited for this most appropriate time.
"Sir, you don't have an invitation, so you can't barge in!"
The hotel staff tried to stop Song Foxiang, but there was a photojournalist in the press group he brought with him who was over 190cm tall and weighed over 200kg. He was carrying huge equipment and walking very fast. In order to get first-hand news, the reporter protected the editor-in-chief Song tightly and squeezed through the crowd to the stage.
The drinking party became chaotic.
"Please make way, please make way."
"Excuse me, please lend me the way!"
Reporters pushed their way through the crowd to secure the best seats in the audience.
With the help of the burly reporter, Song Foxiang jumped onto the stage, grabbed the microphone, and cursed Zhao Dong:
"You shameless villain, you actually gave me false information and asked me to write your autobiography for you!"
"I'm guilty. I was so blinded by your reward that I wrote that crappy 'Zhao Family Letters'. Your money stinks of shit. I, Song, will return it to you now!"
It turned out that the paper bag in Song Foxiang's arms was filled with nothing but hundred-yuan banknotes. As Song Foxiang finished speaking, he threw all the money in the paper bag to Zhao Dong, and the hundred-yuan banknotes scattered all over the ground. The reporters in the audience tried their best to take pictures.
"I'll give you your filthy money back. I'm not going to make any more money!"
"Zhao Gou, you've ruined my reputation for years. Today, I'm going to expose your true face—"
People who have achieved some success in writing have relatively clear ideas and the ability to explain things clearly. Song Foxiang came with a draft in mind and revealed most of the information before Zhao Dong could react.
When he scolded the Zhao family for doing things that brought shame to their ancestors, from Zhao Dong's aunt marrying her boyfriend's father to Zhao Dong's father abandoning his wife and children for a rich woman, Zhao Dong also wanted to replicate his father's success, but his intentions were discovered by the family of the beautiful foreign woman and he was sent back to China. Zhao Dong's fist had already landed on Song Foxiang's face.
Zhao Dong was driven crazy by Song Foxiang.
What is this occasion?
This was the highlight moment that Zhao Dong had been waiting for for a long time, but it was ruined by Song Foxiang!
"Zhao, Zhao dog, you still want to kill people to silence them!"
puff--
Some of the guests at the party who were already in the mood to watch the show laughed out loud.
Jiang Xuekun gave his silly son a warning look, and Jiang Youjia bit his lips tightly.
It's no wonder he laughed out loud. It was because Editor-in-Chief Song was too immersed in the play, and what he said at this time was to silence the witness.
However, Zhao Dong was different from Xie Jinghu that day. Zhao Dong was younger and had a habit of fitness. Song Foxiang could not beat Zhao Dong.
Song Foxiang was also single. After taking a few punches, he ran away, shouting as he ran: "I told you, this guy is not a cultured person at all, he's just a gangster who came back from abroad. If anything happens to me, it will definitely be Zhao Dong who will take revenge on me!"
Song Foxiang was not running around randomly. He ran towards the leader who admired Zhao Dong intentionally or unintentionally.
As he ran, the camera lens followed him and the leader's face looked very bad.
Someone stopped Song Foxiang, and someone stopped Zhao Dong.
It’s the press group brought by Song Foxiang!
The reporters stopped Zhao Dong and asked him to verify whether Editor-in-Chief Song's accusations were true or false.
"Of course they're all fake!"
Zhao Dong was panting, having recovered from Song Foxiang's provocation. He stopped chasing Song Foxiang and said he would sue him for defamation: "This is a frame-up and an unfair means of commercial competition!"
—Well, you finally understand.
Song Foxiang was punched several times, and his face looked like a palette of colors had been overturned, with red and purple colors that were very spectacular.
The reporters all went to surround Zhao Dong, and Song Foxiang was finally taken away by the hotel security.
Before being dragged out, Song Foxiang was still calling Zhao Dong a liar.
"Tricking me into writing for you is a small matter. You all should be careful and don't let him cheat you out of your money!"
The speaker has his intention, and the listener also has his intention.
What Song Foxiang said was exactly what everyone was worried about.
Everyone supports Zhao Dong because he has the ability.
If it is true as Song Foxiang said, there is no story about the Zhao family getting rich through hard work and accurate investment after immigration, and Zhao Dong's background and financial resources are all fake, then what is the point of everyone praising Zhao Dong!
...Anyway, no one expects Zhao Dong to help introduce rich American women.
Seeing that Zhao Dong looked like a returned elite, those who wanted to match Zhao Dong with his daughter and niece gave up the idea.
If they are really a family of professional gigolos, how dare they let a wolf into the house!
There were whispers, suspicions and inquiries at the scene.
Zhao Dong wanted to cut Song Foxiang into pieces, but Song Foxiang had already been forcibly taken away by the hotel security.
Zhao Dong squeezed through the crowd of reporters and tried to explain to his admiring leader. However, the leader hated being on camera in such a ridiculous and chaotic occasion and had already left the venue through the side door under the cover of the crowd.
"Chu Fang..."
"Director Zhang."
Whoever Zhao Dong called would avoid his sight.
Just now he was on good terms with Zhao Dong, but now he is afraid of being stuck with Zhao Dong.
The reporters gathered around again, and the reception was completely ruined.
Jiang Xuekun put down the wine glass in his hand and reminded Jiang Youjia that it was time to leave.
"Let's go."
"Dad, is that all?"
Jiang Youjia was a little hesitant, but Jiang Xuekun hit the nail on the head: "A thousand-mile dam is destroyed by an ant hole. Zhao Dong will not get the bid."
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