Become a god from looting the rich

Fengkong TV station Zhang Hang only found out after investigating that this is basically a pit. From the beginning of its establishment to now, it has been losing money every year, with a few hundred thousand less and millions more.

Zhang Hang glanced at Lu Xuan next to him, and almost asked, does his cheap daddy especially like to cheat his son?

"Go and watch this so-called TV station in the afternoon. Don't let me down too much."

Zhang Hang sighed and continued to lie on Lu Xuan's lap.

The sun was shining brightly, and Zhang Hang sat in the extended Lincoln at 2:30 in the afternoon, drinking iced Coke, and molesting Zhuang Mengdie in front of him.

Why do you want to bring Zhuang Mengdie, mainly because of the face-to-face problem, how can you get along without taking two or three beautiful chicks in your identity?

As for Lu Xiaoyun still adapting to the Fox Spirit Heart Pendant, Zhuang Mengdie's charm ability can kill most men in seconds.

"This Nima is a TV station?"

In the deserted suburbs, a broken house of more than 100 square meters stood alone.

Zhang Hang saw many TV stations when he was delivering food, but this Fengkong TV station is definitely the most cheating and shabby one he has ever seen. It is better to say that the TV station is a dangerous building.

When Zhang Hang got off the car, he was stopped by a middle-aged man in his 40s. The man looked at Zhang Hang for a long time, and finally held Zhang Hang's hand tightly.

"You are the director Zhang, I am the previous director Wang Jiang. After waiting for you at noon, I will show you a tour of our TV station!"

Don't look at the man in his forties, but his strength is not small. When he was dragged, Zhang Hang was dragged into the TV station full of dust and cobwebs without a chance to resist.

"Director Zhang, don't look at our Fengkong TV station being so shabby. In fact, it was one of the best TV stations back then. When our country was just established, TV and everything were luxury goods. At that time, apart from CCTV, it was Fengkong TV."

Zhang Hang didn't even remember the middle-aged man's nagging words in his mind. He just wanted to leave this ghost place quickly.

"Let's go out first, this place is really not a place for people."

Zhang Hangla, Lu Xuan and Zhuang Mengdie broke out of the shabby TV station without saying a word.

"Wang Jiang, this place should be demolished. I have never seen such a broken TV station. We can think about other things."

When Wang Jiang, who was originally smiling, heard that the TV station was about to be demolished, his face instantly became cold.

"Director Zhang, I hope you don't say anything you want to tear down Fengkong TV station. This TV station is wise. If you provoke it, it will not do you any good!"

"What the hell? The TV station has its own wisdom?"

There was a mass of paste in Zhang Hang's head. Even if the TV station is broken, he has also made feudal superstitions. The spring breeze of reform is blowing all over the ground.

"Wang Jiang, it's not in the 1960s anymore. Ghosts and things are outdated. If you have feelings for the TV station, we can keep the TV station ruins. I will buy the surrounding land and do some other business."

Wang Jiang trembled, his face turned pale, and he was still muttering to himself: "Here, it's coming."

Zhang Hang frowned. How feudal was this Wang Jiang to take the ghostly statement as true.

Standing next to Zhang Hang, Zhuang Mengdie suddenly grabbed Zhang Hang's clothes and cowered at the shabby TV station.

I don't know when, a cloud of dark clouds appeared in the sky covering the scorching sun, and a biting cold feeling surged from every corner of his body.

Zhang Hang's heart jumped, and he whispered inwardly: "I'm not damn bad luck, I really have encountered a strange thing!"

Under the dark clouds, there was a strange laughter from the TV station, and Zhang Hang's ten years of goose bumps were all contributed at once.

"Little brother, do you want to play with me?"

The immature voice rang in Zhang Hang's ear, and Zhang Hang couldn't help trembling with fright.

"Ding Dong, a special type of talented ventriloquism performer is found, and special training is recommended."

"Ventriloquism performer?"

Zhang Hang stared straight at the broken TV station in front of him, and finally set his eyes on Wang Jiang.

Although Wang Jiang's face was pale and trembling, there was no fear in his eyes.

"Your uncle!"

Zhang Hang yelled and pointed at the TV station and yelled: "Today, I am going to tear you down. If you have the ability, come out and stop me!"

Lu Xuan frowned beside her. She didn't believe that there were any ghosts or the like. If there were some people making trouble behind her, Zhang Hang suddenly changed her attitude. Could it be that she found something?

"Wang Jiang, if this little ghost doesn't show up today, I swear that I will tear down this TV station. I am still very interested in ghosts and ghosts. I won't lose sight of ghosts after tearing down a TV station!"

Wang Jiang took Zhang Hang's arm and said loudly: "You can't take it apart. If you anger the spirit of the TV station, we will all be unlucky!"

"Cut, money can make ghosts go around, the last thing I lack is money!"

Zhang Hang smiled, took out the phone and found the person who was in charge of demolition.

Wang Jiang's pale expression was a little anxious, and the dark clouds in the sky disappeared and the strange laughter disappeared.

Zhang Hang glanced at Wang Jiang and asked with a grin, "Wang Jiang, is this kind of trick to fool children enough?"

Wang Jiang sighed, then asked, "When did you see through?"

"Don't care when I discovered it, you keep scaring people with ventriloquism to keep the TV station. If you are willing to work for me, I can help you keep the TV station, and even spend a lot of money to help you rebuild the TV station!"

A gleam of brightness flashed in Wang Jiang's eyes, and then dimmed again.

"Forget it, it's impossible for the TV station to re-emerge. I have tried too many methods over the years. At the beginning, I was also worth tens of millions. Unfortunately, I still cannot save the TV station."

Looking at the frustrated Wang Jiang, Zhang Hang hadn't even offered to comfort him, the voice of the system suddenly sounded.

"Dingdong, mandatory task trigger: help Wang Jiang rebuild Fengkong TV, and get Wang Jiang's heartfelt, task reward special bloodline card to choose one of three, the task failure will immediately deduct any current bloodline time."

"You are poisonous, Wang Jiang's business is my fault. Can this also trigger a mandatory mission for Mao?"

Zhang Hang almost scolded his mother. Fengkong Satellite TV has been in such a shabby appearance for so many years. There must be its own reasons, and he may not be able to reverse the situation.

"The host has a serious lack of talents. Anyone with special talents will be the host’s future path. The system is obliged to urge the host to find and cultivate every special talent. If the host is unwilling to accept the task, he can choose to give up and the task penalty will be reduced. half."

Zhang Hang laughed, surrendering and losing half of this thing can also be used in the system?

"You will kill me one day!"

Zhang Hang murmured and turned his attention to Wang Jiang. In any case, it was the first time that he became a TV station director. Such a shabby place is not worthy of his identity.