God of Life

"The hens are out of the nest and will be with you in 30 seconds.

"Number two in the hole, roger."

Plainclothes big brother hung up the intercom and began to spit: "chicken stew operation, chicken stew yo. MD our Zhang team is increasingly unreliable ......".

The driver, Liu, giggled and slowly put the car in gear to start.

Huang Yiyang drove his Mercedes S320 and followed behind the intervening white Jetta without noticing anything.

The two cars crossed three blocks one after the other, synchronously.

Huang Yi-peng was so distracted that he didn't realize anything was wrong, but the Jetta still made an early right turn and turned into a fork in the road.

"Cave Two Cave Two, this is Cave Two, take over hen."

"Cave Two Roger."

A new car pulls out of the next block and silently follows the Mercedes.

All sorts of details showed that Huang Yiyang had been studied thoroughly.

Don't say that old Huang has no foundation in counter-surveillance, even with professional training, it is difficult to escape this level of netting.

Everything that happened next was so logical.

Calling friends, and then get a few girls, first knock a wave, and then a collective party, and finally was broken into the door of the uncles stewed a big pot.

Huang Yimiao was cuffed up, the whole person is still in the state of day boss my second, bullish batch.

"The following is a list of some of the most important things you can do for your business. Let go of me, grass! Do you know, know who I am?"

"Pop!"

The youngest child in the hole slapped him on the back of the head, his hand hurt, and he did not wake up.

Huang Dashao struggled and cursed in a confused voice: "NMGCBD, you wait for me!"

She was now butt naked, with a gun in front of her because of the drugs.

Her body struggled back and forth, almost causing her uncle's pants to bulge.

The youngest child was so angry that she hurriedly took half a step out of the way.

Old Huang, who had no brains now, instinctively tried to run and then staggered forward.

But both hands were handcuffed behind his back, so it was hard for a normal person to run, let alone a brain-dead drunk.

It took only one step, and the body's balance was lost.

Then all I heard was a cracking sound. ......

A face-down, flat slam on the floor.

Next second.

"Owwwwwwwwwwww ......"

Old Huang raised his head sharply, dragged in two lines of nosebleeds, and howled at the top of his lungs, only to be left with a heartbreaking tremor.

Zoom in on the camera for a close-up of the face: the blood filaments are instantly all over Lao Huang's eyeballs, densely packed, like cracks on the surface of porcelain, full of defective beauty.

It's also like a tea egg cracked evenly, emitting the fragrant ...... smell.

(anti-theft la anti-theft la, 10 minutes later refresh, word count uniform, 6300 words chapter ~)

The official microblogging site of the Youth Development Foundation has been brushed off by one piece of "Wang Shen's Beep" after another.

It's a good idea to use a little bit of the same old "I'm not going to be able to do that.

The company's official microblogging site, which had some black people jumping up and down, has now been hit in the face, which is a sour feeling.

But Wang Yan's fans are raising their eyebrows.

[Whitewash, eh?

What's wrong with that? Little black powder, are you surprised? Are you surprised?

Now that the donation records are out, why don't you just keep beeping?

Kneel down, all of you!

[Tuantuan is clearly standing up to us, Wang Shen, who do you think you are?

Who gave you the courage to mock Wang Shen with a big face?

[Have a comment? Hold it!

The storm has spread across the net.

Gao Xiaosong, Hu Xijin, and the Beijing News, all old rhythm masters, had previously battled with each other, never mentioning that Wang Yan wanted to do charity, grabbing the word "show-off" and all sorts of leading hints.

"The sense of responsibility of public figures", "the lack of discernment of younger users", "the greater the influence should be careful what they say and do", "young people are extravagant, not the country's fortune" ......

Classic arguments abound.

At first glance, they all make sense and resonate well with the grassroots netizens.

But the problem is that the people who say this are themselves anti-Chinese progressives, who use their influence every day to fool younger users, and who do things like bad-mouth China and tout the West.

They also know how to use language, and they are good at packaging themselves, so that they can force the young people to be fooled.

This time it was to cut out a small section of Wang Yan's speech, to extend some specious things, and then elevate it to the national society, to build up a big rhythm.

This is the first time I've seen Wang Yan's rhythms.

Now, watching those rhythm masters being countered by the righteous passersby is a great relief.

[The short tightly opened mouth is fucking weird].

The first time I saw him, he was so nervous that he didn't want to admit that Wang Yan had beaten him on the moral level.

What do you say now, Master?

You're all 200 years old, 10 times older than Wang Shen, and all your donations add up to one tenth as much as his?

This time, I'm standing in a group, and I'm going to show off my wealth as much as possible.

The netizens were so displeased that they were dumbfounded, and they went into hiding.

The Beijing News stream is still not convinced, pulled a bunch of "charitable donations can be offset against taxes" and so on, evasive connotations wang yin.

The result is that Wang Ting Entertainment posted a photo of the "2015 Magic City Tax Credit A-grade Certificate of Honor" on the official microblogging site, and then one by one, without saying much, just sent a "??". and popped the face.

The netizens were amused and ridiculed.

The company has a bit of an inner Wang Shen flavor.] [It is well known that a good company inherits good attributes from its leaders.

As we all know, a good company will inherit the best attributes of its leaders on a cultural level, and the attributes of the Woof God are spewers ......].

[Haha! Learning is ruined!

Have you forgotten what Royal Court Entertainment is all about? Its sprayers are on every major platform, and they're unbeaten, and they're not even serious right now, okay?

[Fuck! Suddenly it occurred to me that I was being led by the company?

[Hahahahaha, the angle is amazing]

[Come on, sisters, let's paint up all the "Heartthrob Gods"!

So, Wang Yan's microblogging below, somehow a number of more "heartache party", a bit of wind and grass on a wild brush "heartache Wang Shen" ......

Of course, at this point, it's still all about rainbow farts.

[Donate in advance, that's awesome!

A spittle and a nail, bullying president Hashi Wang, love love love!

[Husband * me!

Wow, you've already spent 130 million dollars on one birthday, haven't you?

[Absolutely not!

According to the calculations of that group of electronic music curry, there should be other costs, estimated before that 80 million is just an upfront payment].

In fact, Wang Shen should not spend 130 million, you see, now the electronic tickets have been sold 11,285, still growing rapidly, selling 70 million should be a problem, can cover that donation].

What do you mean?

What Wang Shen is donating is all the ticket proceeds, not ticket proceeds + 50 million, that 50 million is just a guaranteed advance payment.

I don't know ....... Anyway, my husband is not losing much.

[Yuck! You only deserve to fantasize about Wang Siming!

What do I fantasize about? The only person who can make me dizzy in my dream is my own husband, Wang Yan.

[...... You're shameless, you're cheap, you're horny!

I can't help but private message photos to Wang Shen when I get slutty! What's the drop?

I'm so mad at you! (Trembling) (Trembling) (Trembling)]

After the argument, the floor quickly fell out of alignment.

The men started discussing how many strange photos Wang Yan had received and expressed envy by name.

The women began to wonder: can I pose for a picture and eat a chicken?

and became paranoid that every pussy in the fan base had an axe to grind against her idol ......

The most innocent of all, Wang Siming, who is brushing up on his micro-blogging...

They were playing well, suddenly was not afraid of the fun of the netizen sent a screenshot of the argument, after seeing a mouthful of blood mist sprayed red screen......

And we, Brother Dog, silently opened the background private messages.

Hi, I just want to see if there is any business party to discuss cooperation, it's meaningless if you think too much ......

The result was a successful realization of a philosophy - the

There is never a lack of beauty in the world, just a lack of appreciation of it.

Well, we should take Weibo to task for being a bit too harsh on art, and that's not good.

Look at WeChat. It never cares whether the photos users post privately are back to nature or not, so how many sobbing romances have they created?

"1000."

"600."

"Roll!"

......

"1000."

"1,200. Hold on tight."

"Love you, yo~~~"

......

The world should be so simple and beautiful, right?

(????)

......

As Gog was looking through the photos, Chor Hsin suddenly came over and handed over a bottle of imported orange juice.

Then, in a natural way, he sat down next to Wang Yan.

"Hey, Wang Wang, did anyone in the private message ask you to work with them?"

Wang Yan's heart burst, and without moving a muscle, he turned off Weibo and asked, "What do I need to work with outside?"

Hatsumode, "There are so many places we can work together to make such a big scene."

Wang Yan decisively waved his hand: "They are all a bunch of cats and dogs who want to take advantage of the situation, so I don't care about them and won't watch."

"Oh."

The little sister nodded smilingly and suddenly changed the subject: "Then ...... when is your girlfriend coming over?"

What time does it appear to be?

Why are you asking all of a sudden?

I thought about it again and again, and with a calm face, I calmly replied, "The 28th, right? Probably. We'll have dinner together and introduce you guys."

"Yeah!"

The first new lady nodded her head, not seeing the slightest difference on her face, and then, suddenly, another knife: "You've been so busy lately, why don't I pick up the plane for you then?"

Poppycock!

The front chest cooled down to the back, penetrating.

Probably because he was afraid of spilling blood, Xux, who was sitting opposite, silently moved his buttocks, and Jianwu, who was paralyzed on the side, raised his head.

The dog forced a smile, showing two rows of small white teeth.

"What am I so busy with? You've done the right thing ......

By the way, I'll take that Paramela when I get there.

The big G is too hard and uncomfortable to drive, so don't drive it and pick one of the three gods for transportation."

It's just hard to turn, not rounded at all.

However, the first new lady did not stubbornly hold on to the meaning of the meaning, show a smile, softly: "all right, when I take Liu night's car, after picking up people you give me again, drive used to Pami, now really lazy to touch the supercar."

Hey hey hey, that Paramela is my ah!

The dog brother's heart was frightened, want to cry.

It's not that the heart aches for that one Pam, no matter how limited it is, it's more than 5 million, the key is the lady's attitude, too damn intriguing ......

Do you really think it's a token of our love?

How on earth did the most gentle, generous, kindest of you become like this?

It's only the 26th, and already Wang Yan is deeply aware that the 31st is going to be absolutely, positively difficult.

Birthday?

Let's rob the sun!

What do you think of the 30,000?

......

"Liuliuliuli, come and see!"

Liu Li, wrapped in an oversized down jacket, lazily leaned over, "What now?"

Sister was super excited: "Your dog has made a big scene again! Look, it's blowing up on Twitter!"

"Oh ......"

Liu Li has become accustomed to it, whether it's Wang Wang's ability to make things happen, or the shock of her friends.

"Just donate 50 million in advance? So what?"

"So ......"

Several sisters looked at each other and began to wonder: Am I making too much of a fuss?

But a second look at the still-exploding buzz on the Internet reaffirmed the belief that I was right! It's Xiaoluli who has the problem!

"That's $50 million!"

"Exactly! Add to that what was spent before, and a small goal is risking a lot!"

"I'm fainting ...... How much money does your dog have, anyway?"

San Wan looks weary and sighs helplessly, "How would I know how much money he has? Besides, it's none of my business."

"Gee, how can you do that?"

The teacher sisters were full of hate.

"You're the girlfriend of Wang Yan's official announcement!"

"Yeah, you think it's none of your business, but you're all over the internet!"

"The two of you are in a relationship that is as much to gain as it is to lose, and if you ask me, you have to take a stand when it's time to take a stand, and you have to speak up when it's time to speak up!"

"OKOK."

Thirty thousand helplessly perfunctory, casually said, "When we meet, I'll tell him that ...... is all right, right? Can you let me go and change my clothes first?"

Several sisters were completely at a loss, and could only watch Liu Li lazily walk to the dressing room.

Along the way, there was an endless stream of warm and flattering greetings.

"Sister Glaze~~"

"Little Liuli, do you want to take a bath?"

"Sister Glaze, hurry up, I ordered a nonfat yogurt fruit salad, waiting for you yo!"

When Liu Li disappeared, the theater became more and more crowded.

The imperial dancers gathered together in groups, each discussing Wang Yan and Liu Li.

They were both shocked by Wang Yan's wealth and connections, but also puzzled by Liu Li's indifference.

"If I have a boyfriend like Wang Yan, what's the point of dancing so bitterly? ......"

"So you didn't!"

"Don't you think it's easy to get together all the time and have a lot of problems?"

"That's right, and how hot is Wang Yan right now? Look at the online buzz, it's like being missed by millions of girls."

"Not only online? I heard ...... forget about it."

"Gee, don't be vague with your words, okay?"

"Why are you in such a hurry? Does it work? Liu Li has to be in a hurry before she can be counted, but she's not in a hurry at all!"

"Hey! Can't understand her ......"

"Eh, maidservants, do you realize that since our dance theater tour, Wang Yan hasn't come to see it once?"

"Uh ......"

A group of girls started to stare at each other, all wanting to say something, but not knowing how to say it.

In the end, only two words were squeezed out - the phantom.

"Busy, right?"

No one interfaced.

The simpler ones began to worry about Liu Li.

The more sophisticated ones were thinking about something in their hearts.

The atmosphere gradually stagnated.

Until Liu Li came back after changing clothes, she shouted from a distance: "Do you want to go again? No, I'm going back to the hotel, I haven't done my strength training today!"

"Day oh!"

The teachers and sisters all howled together, and there was no mood for gossip.

Dancers, even classical dancers, who want to improve their abilities and skills, have to persevere in strength training.

It is boring, tedious, and deadly, and will stagnate after reaching a certain height, with no further progress in sight.

This kind of training is a kind of torture to the spirit and mind.

Many salted fish who are already at ease lying down well will be able to avoid it.

But the problem is ...... that if everyone is hiding, they can still pretend that they can't remember, comfort themselves that it's okay, and pull each other's hind legs.

However, with Liu Li, it is really, the conscience every day is painful.

But once you choose conscience, the body and spirit will hurt ...... mahjong yo!

After struggling for a while, the oldest sister Xu made a final struggle: "Then we have to eat something good, otherwise how can we have the strength to train ...... Liu Li what do you eat?"

"Chicken breast and vegetable salad!"

"Shit!"

After the crunch, the schoolgirl's mind completely fell apart.

No need to think, her chicken breast salad must have a lot of chicken breasts, but definitely no salad dressing.

Recipes during the tour don't exist for anything worse than it.

"What the heck are you trying to do?"

The prettiest sister, Li Yu, let out a desperate cry: "Even if my boyfriend has 10 million ...... no, as long as he has 5 million in savings, I will never touch a chicken breast again in my life!"

"Wake up! You don't have a boyfriend!"

The spitting succeeded in hurting Li Yu, and made everyone's mood a little happier.

Xu Xuejie stared at Liu Li, saw her smile bashfully, and then walked out briskly, and finally couldn't help but burst out.

"Shit! No matter what the internet says, I only admire Little Liuli!"

The half-hearted venting without cause and effect left all the sisters speechless.

......

I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do that, but I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do that.

The official Budweiser is definitely the most positive.

I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do that. Budweiser and you help Project Hope and cheer for the Wang Ting Music Festival!

The Budweiser Red Aluminum ordered by Wang Dazhao was too late to get a raffle ticket on the bottle cap, so Budweiser was an impromptu event to rub up against the heat.

The plan was simple: count the number of Budweiser beers consumed at the festival that night.

For every 355ml red aluminum bottle consumed that night, Budweiser China will raise the price 10 times, i.e. 150 RMB, and donate it to Project Hope.

The last two, three, four and five digits of the total number of tickets consumed that night will each correspond to the ticketing code of the Barley Network e-ticket.

The total of five prizes is a 7-day luxury tour package for two to Hainan.

The winner will be announced in the morning of the 31st, and will be able to enjoy a great time in Hainan.

This time it is a real luxury tour, the accommodation is five-star hotel presidential suite, all scenic spots, all high-end projects all open.

If the winner doesn't have the time, he or she can cash in 200,000 RMB.

Budweiser here is another chicken thief to please a wave of Wang Dazhao, the clear writing -

Happy 20th birthday to Mr. Wang!

Looking at other people's flattery, and then look at Hainan's slow response to coconut milk, Wang Dazhao felt a little unable to carry on.

However, the Hainan and Sanya governments were extremely enthusiastic and appropriate.

After that, Coca-Cola was the next to follow up, which no one expected.

It began to lick Coca-Cola and insisted on sponsoring the music festival, supplying all the drinks free of charge and providing its own cold chain transportation.

At the same time, they had someone contact Wang Yan in private, who was very generous with his money, saying, "Name your price for the sponsorship."

PepsiCo, a friendly company, is naturally not behind, and its official microblogging service is directly @ Wang Fugui.

Pepsi can give the respect they can't.]

In the end, they didn't even try to do anything in private. They just said, "We'll double the amount of deliciousness you give us".

If Wang Yan wanted to get rich off of this, he could knock out 20 million from just one sponsor!

Add to that all the vendors lining up behind them waving money around, and it's like a money grab.

No, it's faster than a money grab!

When the heat is on, that's not a problem at all.

Unfortunately, our dog is not short of money.

Just reject them all and put the word out that I don't need a sponsor for my birthday party!

Budweiser, you ask?

I paid for it myself.

The major manufacturers are speechless and frustrated to death!

The sand sculpture netizens got high again, watching the fun and making up all kinds of jokes.

Then, someone finally got a reminder from Budweiser's chicken thief performance and asked Wang Yan: "Wang Shen, Budweiser has organized a birthday raffle for you, don't you want to do one?"

Wang Yan replied with a concise, four-word reply: "It will be announced tomorrow."

In a split second, the heat began to rise again.

In less than 10 seconds, thousands of follow-up questions and speculations soared.

Da Shao directly closed the app, took a look at the charging data of the virtual God grid, smiled and plopped into the couch.

"Beautiful ......"

......

"Grass! Fuck! Grass!"

Maybe the yellow first tree fell a phone again.

It's a good idea to have a good number of people on board to help you get the most out of your money.

I'm not sure how much I'm going to be able to do this, but I think I'm going to be able to do it.

On second thought, he even had to admit in frustration that the opposition had never had a chance from the very beginning.

Wang Yan was too cautious.

There was no intention of playing with public opinion, no cleverness, no small moves.

The first Weibo post, it was directly stated that "the tickets will be used for charity".

It's a great way to get the most out of your money, but it's also a great way to get the most out of your money.

The whole process of sitting on the fishing platform, watching the blacks perform monkey show.

If the basic plate is not so solidly established, but every little bit of sloppy operation that wants to do the reverse, it is possible to flip the car.

Huang Yiyi Maybe can't understand, this product is only 20 fucking years old, how never make a mistake ah!

Angry and depressed, he couldn't stay at home anymore.

Flipping out a new phone, he skillfully found the SIM card, installed it, turned it on, and made a few calls.

"Brother, I'm not happy, let's go, let's take a walk with me!"

"Hooray! Brother, see you at that old place."

Hanging up the phone, Huang Yi-勍 went to the glove compartment to flip out a small bag, grabbed the car keys, and waved out of the house.

The car drove out of the parking lot and roared onto the street.

Across the street in the fourth-floor front room, a hand hidden in the darkness lowered its binoculars and lifted the radio.