The theme of this episode of "Super Speaker" is almost tailor-made for Wei Sushen - is it a good thing for children if their parents are very successful?
The topic is not very nutritious, but with Wei Sushen's participation, it can easily arouse discussion with a little promotion.
The director laughed and said, "I thought you'd be unhappy with this somewhat contrived topic, but I never imagined it would bring such a big surprise."
When Wei Sushen heard the word "surprise", his soul trembled slightly.
He subconsciously looked at Fang Shan, who had the same gentle smile on his face as usual, and his extreme calmness made him look harmless.
The director then outlined the general process and went through the motions. The contestants were given five minutes to address the empty seats, each giving a speech. Seeing that the performance was almost complete, the director returned the script to Wei Sushen and went to find the lighting technician.
The few light pieces of paper in his hands seemed to weigh a thousand pounds. Wei Sushen lowered his head several times, but was unable to open them and read without any burden.
"Go and see for yourself," Fang Shan said coaxingly, "The host will discover an incredible treasure."
Wei Sushen stared at the manuscript paper, with only one thought running through his mind -
Pandora's box.
No matter what your thoughts are, you still have to read the speech. Not only do you have to read it, you also have to write it down as much as possible.
The program's design is a simple speech segment, without any fancy settings. The contestants stand on a podium and deliver their speeches. While lacking many eye-catching gimmicks, it's more serious, maximizing the contestants' verbal appeal.
In this case, it is not required to speak without a script, but lowering your head from time to time will definitely reduce the effectiveness of your speech.
Wei Sushen quickly read through it at a glance, and his first reaction was to recall what was released after Pandora's box was opened... That's right, it was harm and disaster.
Fang Shan understood his thoughts and advised: "Disasters will eventually reach the human world. The host is not the only one who will be affected by the disaster."
As mentioned the other day, he is not alone.
After thinking for a while, Wei Sushen finally looked away. Fang Shan said in a very reasonable manner: "What's more, the focus of this article is not on the host."
As if moved by these words, Wei Sushen was much calmer when he read the manuscript again.
Like many variety shows, "Super Speaker" is recorded live and broadcast every other week.
On the day of the recording, Wei Sushen was dressed in a suit and tie, almost showing off his handsomeness to the extreme. Fang Shan saw a sense of nobility in him and said with emotion: "Except for the tie, everything else is good."
Wei Sushen glanced down at his tie. It was navy blue twill, the most popular style this year.
Fang Shan: "A bright red one would be more suitable for the host, and it would be best if it were a little shorter to highlight the personality."
Wei Sushen said coldly: "What you are talking about is called a red scarf."
Fang Shan asked back: "The host doesn't like it?"
Wei Sushen uttered a "huh", and said everything without saying a word.
When it was Wei Sushen's turn to perform, Fang Shan narrowed his eyes. Under the light, that man seemed to have all the good looks in the world.
The deep voice is very magnetic, at least for the audience, they ignore the content at first and get great enjoyment for their ears.
After the initial excitement passed and everyone regained their composure, their expressions gradually became strange. Wei Sushen was not affected at all and continued to deliver his speech calmly.
"...I am honored to be on stage today, and I want to especially thank my father. His name is Wei Ye, Wei as in Wei Sushen, and Ye as in Ye Yi.
I used to complain a lot. Living in a family with two children, my younger brother was the more favored by my parents, and the difference in our food, clothing, and daily expenses could be seen from our weight.
As a child of the Wei family, my younger brother never has to get involved in company affairs. I am the only one in charge of everything.
...However, looking back on my upbringing, it was my father's strictness that made me abandon my conceit, and my excessive hard work made me neglect my family's wealth. It was my father's high standards that gave me a higher starting point in life.
...My father, who gives me more clothes when it's cold and encourages me when I fail, I want to say here that you are my guardian angel!
Please remember his name—Wei Ye!"
The audience's expressions were so unpredictable that the photographer was completely unable to capture a frozen moment of emotion.
Even though we know it is impolite to speak in a low voice when someone is giving a speech, we still can't help but whisper to each other when we are familiar with each other.
"His brother is a fat man."
“And there is no inheritance.”
"After reading the whole story, I remembered his father's name."
Although the audience signed a confidentiality agreement, some people still quietly posted on their Moments, but what they said was rather obscure: After participating in the recording of "Super Speaker", they said they had learned a lot.
The saying that "Wei Supei lost his inheritance and Wei Sushen worked hard" began to circulate in a small range.
Before the show was aired, it was not very popular online and was quickly overshadowed by new hot topics.
However, Wei Sushen knew that this was just the calm before the storm.
Fang Shan kindly reminded: "Don't go home when the show airs next week."
Wei Sushen said calmly: "He won't be beaten to death."
Fang Shan became calmer: "But you will be beaten to death."
The two stopped talking at the same time, took out their phones to search for nearby hotels, and Wei Sushen booked a room in advance.
Watching him pay the money, Fang Shan shook his head and said, "There's still a week left. Go back and recuperate first."
Wei Sushen shook his head: "I'm afraid it won't be as expected."
The Wei family is not completely peaceful even without Wei Ye.
Chen Bingying tutored the fat boy on time every day. She left a lot of homework. Her original intention was to let the fat boy ask her for advice. On the one hand, she wanted to show her intelligence and capture the other party with her charm. On the other hand, she also pretended to do it for Jiang Meiling.
Unfortunately, all the efforts made by the little fat boy only resulted in one conclusion: she was a devil.
Listening to her lecture absentmindedly, the little fat boy suddenly sniffed...the smell of high-end perfume?
Looking at the extra silver bracelet on her slender wrist, the fat boy said sarcastically, "Is this a gift from your boyfriend?"
Chen Bingying shook her head: "A friend gave it to me."
The little fat boy curled his lips. Why do people like to speak against their conscience nowadays?
After discussing another question, Chen Bingying asked, "Why haven't I seen Uncle Wei these days?"
The little fat boy sneered in his heart. Wei Sushen was not at home some time ago, and she asked about her eldest brother's recent situation. Now she came to inquire about her father's whereabouts. Is she trying to take advantage of both young and old?
"Kicked out." This sentence was said without giving Wei Ye any face.
Chen Bingying was surprised: "How could this happen?"
The little fat man said calmly: "I offended someone I shouldn't have offended."
In this family, the person who must not be offended the most is naturally his mother.
Chen Bingying guessed what was going on. Emotions of envy and jealousy were intertwined. This was the natural jealousy of women towards their own kind. As a woman, Jiang Meiling could be said to have achieved success in both her career and family.
If she were in this position, she would not have time to please the other party and would never kick her husband out to give others an opportunity to take advantage of her.
Thinking of this, Chen Bingying asked tentatively: "Where does he live now?"
The little fat boy yawned: "Who knows?"
Wei Ye, who was being talked about, was chatting with an old friend at the moment. Pei Yang and his wife found it funny when they saw the head of the family who was kicked out, although they did not ridicule him.
"It's time for sister-in-law to calm down." Li Youxian persuaded with a smile: "Why don't you go back and take a look?"
Wei Ye waved his hand: "It's not that easy. She's angry that I'm using my son's safety as bait. This is a disagreement on philosophy."
Pei Yang: "You're making a big deal out of nothing. She's just an ordinary girl. Even if she has ulterior motives, keeping her for now won't cause much trouble."
Hearing this, Li Youxian frowned and said, "I'm not afraid of ten thousand, I'm just afraid of one."
He was obviously speaking from Jiang Meiling's perspective.
Pei Yang smiled and did not argue.
Unpleasant topics were only touched upon briefly, and Wei Ye and Pei Yang gradually began discussing business matters. Li Youxian wasn't particularly interested in these matters, so she personally cooked a sumptuous dinner.
When friends get together for dinner, there are fewer complicated rules and etiquette, and both sides tacitly agree not to talk about business.
The TV was just on for listening. After the news broadcast ended, I was halfway through my meal.
Just as I clinked my glasses, I heard the host's high-pitched voice on TV: "One of our contestants today is a famous internet figure. I heard he comes from a very wealthy family..."
Along with the audience's applause, a familiar voice came into my ears.
Wei Ye turned his head to take a look, and his fingers holding the wine glass were a little stiff.
Was he drunk? He was actually hallucinating.
Pei Yang said uncertainly: "It seems to be your son."
Wei Ye forced a smile and said, "They just look alike."
Almost at the same time, the contestant who had just come on stage began his speech: "...His name is Wei Ye, Wei as in Wei Sushen, and Ye as in Ye Yi."
With a clang.
The sound of the wine glass smashing to the ground was quite harsh.
On TV, Wei Sushen's speech continued, and Wei Ye's face became increasingly grim. In the end, Pei Yang could no longer bear to watch. He instead stared at his wife's bulging belly... God bless, this baby won't be a son, who knows, he might end up being a jerk to his father!
With sympathy, Pei Yang couldn't help but remind her, "I remember you have an interview with a financial news reporter tomorrow."
Wei Ye nodded with a gloomy face.
Pei Yang sighed: "It's very likely that the host will mention this matter at that time, so think about how to deal with it first."
"This unfilial son." If the cup had not fallen to the ground, it would have been crushed into powder by him.
Li Youxian defended Wei Sushen weakly: "At least he thanked you throughout the whole article."
Pei Yang's worries were completely unfounded. Before the next day, Wei Ye received many warm greetings from friends. Meanwhile, Jiang Meiling and the fat boy sat on the sofa, watching the replay with lingering fear.
Fatty: "Mom, he actually called me fat in front of the whole country."
Jiang Meiling's lips were a little dry, and she drank a sip of water: "Be content, think about your father."
After careful comparison, the little fat boy suddenly felt a lot better.
No matter how successful one is in the business world, ordinary people are more interested in celebrities. Originally, financial interviews were just a formality and usually only watched by a specific audience group. However, because of Wei Sushen's explosive remarks, many people watched the interview that day.
The host, with his neat short hair and white suit, looked very intellectual. "What I'm going to ask next is probably the question that the audience is most concerned about. Everyone knows that your son participated in 'Super God Speaker' a few days ago. He said that you are his guardian angel. What do you think about this?"
Wei Ye deadpanned, "That's not quite the right way to put it. Sweetheart has been pissed off by him and turned into a guardian angel."
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