Chapter 369: Night Talk in the Dormitory
There were many different opinions on the Internet about the sudden collapse of the Seven Wolves Live Broadcasting Company.
Some people applauded and celebrated, while others expressed regret. Of course, a large number of people were also analyzing what had happened to the Seven Wolves Company or who it had offended, otherwise it would not have been completely destroyed in just a few hours.
This explosive news made it to the headlines of all Internet portals in just a few minutes.
No matter how heated the discussion on the Internet was, the seven brothers and seven sisters-in-law in the police car had almost figured out the situation by now.
You have to know that they rose too fast and took away a lot of people's cake, but they relied on capital early on and never got into trouble.
Thinking of this, the couple couldn't help but look at each other, and then shouted at the same time: "Red Flag National Salute!"
"Why are you shouting? Shut up. Stay focused and talk it out when we get there." The police officer who was accompanying them in the car stopped the couple from getting jumpy.
With the police's intervention, both of them lowered their heads in embarrassment, but huge waves were already surging in their hearts.
What kind of identity and what kind of means could have caused the Seven Wolves Company, a giant in the Internet merchandising industry, to collapse in such a short period of time.
Moreover, it could even affect Hong Kong, and even the capital behind their company was so scared that they completely cut off ties and went into hiding.
After thinking this through, Brother Seven and Sister-in-law finally felt truly desperate. With all these bigwigs avoiding them, would they ever see the light of day again?
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During the days when the Seven Wolves Company and the Seventh Brother and Seventh Sister-in-law were robbed, Song Tang had a very comfortable time in school.
In addition to studying hard in class every day, I either search for hidden food shops around the school with my roommates, or participate in some club activities.
Since Song Tang joined the gourmet cooking club, everyone has been exposed to many of the world's top ingredients.
Song Tang always brought top-quality ingredients and cooked with everyone. Every time he talked about it in the dormitory after the event, Zhao Zihong and Han Jing were extremely envious.
However, Zhao Zihong and Han Jing are also doing well. Zhao Zihong is now at the peak of her career in the fighting club. Her skills are improving so rapidly that she has impressed everyone in the club.
Moreover, the current president has already told everyone that when he leaves the club in the future, he will let Zhao Zihong take over the position of president.
All members of the Fighting Club agreed with the club president's decision. The main reason was that the club president was no longer able to take many moves in Zhao Zihong's hands.
Han Jing's life was also going smoothly. Not only was she becoming more and more successful in the debate club, but her novel had also been serialized on a novel website, bringing her a generous income every month.
In addition to hanging out with Song Tang in the gourmet cooking club, Xiao Ye Jin also did well in his own music club. Sometimes when there was a need for a performance, Ye Jin's solo was always one of the sessions that the club president would definitely arrange.
Everyone in Dormitory 207 is facing the sun and walking on the right path of their own choice.
When the new month's sign-in gift arrived, it happened to be early Friday morning, and Song Tang was chatting with several roommates in the dormitory.
The topic of conversation was, of course, the recent major event on the Internet, the collapse of a giant in the live streaming industry in a short period of time.
The girls were chatting animatedly, but Song Tang, the instigator, was hiding his fame and fortune.
In addition to two new sports cars and watches and jewelry, the system's gifts for the new month also include cash rewards.
However, this time the system gave one more item, which is a private farm covering more than a thousand acres in Yanjiao.
Song Tang, who was chatting and laughing with everyone, smiled slightly after listening to the system broadcast in his mind.
"By the way, my family just gave me a farm. I plan to go check it out on Saturday. Do you want to go and have some fun together?"
As soon as Song Tang finished speaking, the other three kids in the dormitory all whispered in surprise: "Farm?"
"It's not what I imagined, right?" Han Jing asked in surprise.
Song Tang was a little curious after hearing what Han Jing said, "I haven't seen it yet, what kind are you imagining?"
Speaking of this, Han Jing became excited. She sat up on the bed and turned on the flashlight on her mobile phone to illuminate the dormitory.
Then she said to the other three people who were looking at her curiously in the light, "It's like the farms that the rich and powerful have in movies and TV shows, and all the food they eat is grown on their farms."
"Isn't there a meme on the Internet?" Han Jing pretended to be serious, looked straight ahead, then stretched out her hand and drew a line in front of her body.
"I have contracted this entire fish pond!"
Han Jing's funny look instantly made the other three people in the dormitory laugh. "Hahahaha, Han Jing, you don't act like a CEO at all, just forget it."
Faced with the laughter and complaints of the other three, Han Jing didn't care.
After the performance, she was still a little unsatisfied and asked Song Tang with a smile: "Is your farm like this too? Are there any fish ponds that can be contracted?"
After laughing, Song Tang lay on his side on his bed, rubbing his belly. He looked at Han Jing with the light from her phone and said, "I don't know either. We'll know when we go and see on Saturday. I'm also very curious."
"Let's go together." Zhao Zihong and Ye Jin, who were aroused by Han Jing's teasing, also said with a smile.
While they were still having fun, there was a gentle knock on the dormitory door.
"Why are you girls laughing so hard instead of going to bed?" The voice of the dormitory manager came from outside the door, scaring the girls so much that they quickly shut up and lay down.
After Zhao Zihong signaled Han Jing to turn off the flashlight on her phone, she said to the outside of the door, "Auntie, we're going to sleep now. Han Jing just woke us up by talking in her sleep."
"Go to bed early and stop making noise." As soon as the words were spoken, the sound of the dormitory manager's footsteps gradually receding could be heard outside the door.
Zhao Zihong breathed a sigh of relief, and when she turned her head, she saw Han Jing quietly getting out of bed in the darkness.
"Jing, don't be impulsive. I just made a slip of the tongue, a slip of the tongue." Seeing that Han Jing was going to come over in the dark to fight him to the death, Zhao Zihong quickly admitted his mistake in a low voice.
Han Jing got off the bed and stood on the ground, stared at Zhao Zihong, pointed her finger in her direction, then turned and went to the bathroom.
Zhao Zihong breathed a sigh of relief when she saw Han Jing turned around and went to the bathroom. The oppressive feeling Han Jing had just given her was really too strong.
Song Tang and Ye Jin, who had been watching the whole process quietly, only started to laugh loudly with their hands covering their mouths.
Zhao Zihong looked at the two of them speechlessly, but did not dare to say anything. She was afraid that her loud voice would attract the dormitory manager who had not left far away to come back.
After a while, Han Jing came out of the bathroom. With the light from Song Tang's cell phone, she stood on the ground, glanced at Zhao Zihong, and then burst out laughing.
"How was my acting just now? Was it okay? Did I look like a big boss?"
After hearing this, Zhao Zihong realized that Han Jing had tricked her and she immediately lost her temper.
Song Tang and Ye Jin laughed quietly and gave Han Jing a thumbs up, saying she was really awesome.
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