dkrc Chapter 885
Chapter 885
Chapter 885
Deceiving yourself is really not a good habit.
Zhou Yuanqi was like a mouse performing acrobatics, dancing and shouting in the arena:
"Judges, hurry up and give a score!"
Of the five judges who came today, three of them were bought by Zhou Yuanqi.
Zhou Yuanqi gave each of them 10 yuan in red envelopes. He believed in the red envelopes, and he also believed in the slander of the three judges who had been bribed by him.
Money can turn the devil around.
The judges will definitely be able to reverse the current situation through their three-inch tongue.
The judges did not speak for a long time, and two of them even closed their eyes, as if they were reminiscing about the delicious food just now.
Zhou Yuanqi stared at this, looked at that, and glared at others, but no one paid any attention to him.
Meng Shihan took the opportunity to go on stage and walked to Yang Song's side: "Zhou Yuanqi seems to have made a move."
Interrogative sentences are spoken in an affirmative tone.
"You can see it." Yang Song knew his old classmate very well: "If he doesn't do small tricks, he won't be Zhou Yuanqi."
It's been a long time since we saw each other, but Zhou Yuanqi is still growing a little bit, knowing that he is secretly stabbing the knife behind his back.
In the past, if Zhou Yuanqi didn't like anyone, he always let the bodyguards do it.
So savage.
It was Yang Song who helped Zhou Yuanqi get rid of this bad habit.
"Then what should we do?" Meng Shihan was a little worried.
After five days of planning for this challenge, and with so many media professionals present, if something goes wrong, at least Baifeng Pavilion's reputation in the entire Los Angeles city will be ruined.
"It's okay, don't worry." Yang Song didn't care at all: "Although my old classmate has improved a little bit, it's just that the bad water in my stomach won't get better. I have to continue teaching him. This lesson is called, people It’s better than God’s calculation.”
Zhou Yuanqi knocked on the gong and was dragged by the host, so he couldn't run in front of the judges.
"I've finished eating, why don't you rush to score?"
The five judges looked at each other and exchanged meanings from each other's eyes.
Scoring begins.
Five people together gave Lu Yue a high score of 45 points.
Ten points system, five people is fifty points.
45 points is already incredible.
Zhou Yuanqi was relieved, and happily ran to Yang Song and knocked on the gong: "Are you stupid? Our chef Lu Yue is this!"
Thumbs shake and shake.
Pointing to Yang Song again, he raised his little finger: "You are the one who should be thrown into the trash can, the kind of harmful garbage, understand?"
This man is so cheap.
Yang Song glanced at him and said, "Do you need me to cut it down for you?"
"What do you mean?"
"It's not that I don't want my little finger anymore, I have to throw it in the trash can." Yang Song said: "You have two pinkies in total, how many do you want to throw in the trash can? Do you want my help? My knife skills are not bad."
"Trash, you actually want to chop off my fingers, believe me or not..." Zhou Yuanqi's shouting voice was suddenly frightened by Yang Song's cold eyes, and he couldn't help but put his hands behind his back.
Zhou Yuanqi, who is so greasy and mellow, can do this action - it's a special taste.
"what!"
"Funny, does he think he's a big girl?"
"It's ridiculous to shyly put your hands behind your back?"
Zhou Yuanqi also felt that his actions just now were a bit vulgar, but he has a habit of not admitting his own mistakes, but prefers to blame all the faults on others.
"Shut up, you bastards! What do you know?"
Yang Song laughed: The old classmate is so courageous, he dared to spray dung on the crowd.
Will the people who eat melons get used to him?
"His grandma has such legs, isn't there a mirror in this ugly little winter melon's house?"
"What kind of mirror is installed? Wouldn't drinking more water and going to the toilet have the same effect?"
"Grandson, can you perform the action just now again? It's so cute, grandpa wants to record it and go back to the town house!"
……
Zhou Yuanqi was completely disfigured by the spray, and when he turned his head, he saw Yang Song standing aside calmly and smiling, and he became even angrier: "What are you laughing at? You have already lost, why don't you pack up and get out?"
Yang Song stretched out his hand to Zhou Yuanqi, motioning him to pay attention to the judges behind him: "Old classmate, how about addition and subtraction within fifty?"
"What do you mean?"
All five judges gave ten signs.
"One, two, three, four, five. How is this possible?" Zhou Yuanqi stretched out his chubby fingers and lost three times in a row: "Are you guys getting older? Did you get the wrong score?"
The more I said it, the more I felt it made sense.
"You guys are old and your hands are shaking, so you wrote the wrong score. Hurry up and correct it for me. How could Yang Song get fifty points for this trash? He should have zero points!"
Zhou Yuanqi was furious, glaring at the three judges he had bribed: Grandson, you have taken my money!
"Don't look at it, I know what you're thinking." Li Weiming pulled out a black briefcase from under the table: "Are you trying to say that we have to give you a high score for Shiweige after taking your money? Naive !"
The other two judges also pulled out briefcases of the same style.
"I really don't know how to say hello. You only pay us so much money when you bribe us. Who do you look down on?"
"Didn't you know how to do your homework before you bought someone? Our brothers even threw out millions of red envelopes in order to expose the shady scenes of the competition."
"It's only a few hundred thousand, and you can't kill people if you hit them."
"Grandson, give it back to you!"
Li Weiming took the lead and threw the briefcase full of pink tickets over.
"what!"
It hit Zhou Yuanqi's nose, and the nosebleeds flowed down.
"Red, hahaha..."
"I'll give you this back too!"
"Don't, don't hit me, oops!"
"one left."
boom!
Zhou Yuanqi was knocked down by money.
Bang!
He was too heavy and bounced off the floor.
"I, I want to call the police... arrest you bastards!"
"Oh, I have a headache—"
Zhou Yuanqi actually fainted.
This performance is Sioux City "touching porcelain".
"Who is afraid of you?" Li Weiming was the first to refuse.
Yang Song went over and said, "Why arrest people? The judges just returned your things, and you didn't pick them up yourself."
In fact, he really wanted to laugh, Zhou Yuanqi really stumbled this time.
"Buying the judges and interfering with the fairness of the competition results, it seems that I should call the police?"
Zhou Yuanqi's eyelids moved as he pretended to be dead.
"Since everyone is calling the police, let's form a group and save the police uncle some trouble." Yang Song looked at Zhou Yuanqi's whole face twitching with satisfaction: "I'm calling, and you said you should talk about your business first, or should I talk about it first?" my business?"
"Do you want to make a draft?"
The crowd was watching, and the scene was even quiet for a while.
One live broadcast also took aerial photography, and the camera showed a close-up of Zhou Yuanqi's face lying on the stage.
"Ha! He's wearing foundation."
"This Zhou's skin is so dry that it turns chalky."
"Crying, making trouble, and hanging himself three times, Master Zhou has got the essence of it."
Yang Song squatted beside Zhou Yuanqi: "It's not good for you to faint for too long, old classmate, I'll give you first aid right now!"
(End of this chapter)