Xie Qiuping finished her speech, her voice significantly quieter.
But it is said that we need to see people alive and to see bodies if they are dead; even seeing him once would be a relief for her.
He must be quite tall now, being eleven years old.
Since he was a child, he has always resembled his father, who is quite tall.
The entire recording area fell into an eerie silence; everyone was feeling somewhat heavy-hearted.
Without a trace for six years, anyone would think his chances of survival are incredibly slim...
The male presenter asked with a pained expression, "It’s really heartbreaking. Mrs. Xie, have you tried to search for him? Have you found any leads?"
"I have. I saw a blurred image of a man’s face in the few available surveillance videos. I printed it. I also posted several missing person notices in various newspapers."
Junjun, the pet name for Xie Qiuping’s son.
At this point, the usually taciturn Wen Shan moved his lips, "I will contact the Jiangqi City police later to help you look into this."
Everything abnormal is a clue. If Junjun was maliciously trafficked, they might be able to catch a few accomplices.
With that said, and the conversation concluded, Wen Shan placed a final bid of 200,000 to help alleviate Xie Qiuping’s financial burden.
Zhou Guorui turned his head to see Wen Shan’s bid and promptly followed with, "200,000."
Noticing Zhou Guorui’s small gesture, Wen Shan scoffed lightly, appearing calm on the surface while exuding the steadiness of a mature man...
Then he followed with a bid of, "400,000."
At the sound, Zhou Guorui reacted with greater involvement, "600,000!"
The production team: ...
"Both mentors are so warm-hearted. I can feel their genuine desire to help Mrs. Xie. Alright, time is almost up, let’s move on to the voting. I invite our four mentors and audience members to vote now."
The male host began the process timely, moving the program forward and opening the floor to votes.
No one can deny that Xie Qiuping’s circumstances touched many of the female audience members deeply, invoking significant sympathy.
As a woman, they felt that Xie Qiuping’s misfortune was truly pitiable.
In the end, she advanced without question with 371 out of 400 votes.
"Thank you, thank you," Xie Qiuping stood up, brought her hands in front of her body, bent over slightly to bow, and sincerely thanked the audience below.
With her advancement, even the background music changed to a more cheerful and festive tune, with the four judges clapping in celebration.
Soon after she left, the male host filled in the transition with a few words, quickly regaining his composure, and welcomed the second contestant.
The familiar background music played as a sophisticated middle-aged woman who looked to be in her thirties or forties came on stage. With short hair neatly styled, she walked under the stage lights, waving at the audience with a beaming smile on her face.
She appeared optimistic and strong, displaying no visible physical impairments or psychological trauma.
"Good evening, ma’am." 𝗳𝚛𝗲𝕖𝚠𝚎𝚋𝗻𝗼𝕧𝗲𝐥.𝚌𝚘𝐦
"Good evening, host."
When she reached the center of the stage, she greeted the male host, shook hands, and they both took a seat on the sofa located on the side.
"Good evening, may I ask how you are called?"
The male host, treating her like the previous contestants, asked for her name.
"Hi everyone, my name is Hao Ling. I am 35 years old and a graduate of Chang Ming University’s Chinese Language program. I graduated quite some years ago."
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