"Isn't this program recorded? Why is it broadcast live?" Mo Wushuang asked in surprise after hearing this.
Huang Qiuxiang sighed and said:
"I don't know why this recorded program came up with a live broadcast mode."
"Maybe it's because netizens are so vocal that the program team will engage in a live broadcast mode in order to gain popularity!"
Mo Wushuang: "If the live broadcast mode is not very good, it is obvious at a glance who has the strength and whether it is strong or not. Why can't you say bad?"
While talking, Mo Wushuang pulled Mo Xuanyao to the hall, turned on the TV, and found the channel that broadcast the live broadcast of Empire's Good Voice.
Huang Qiuxiang sighed depressedly and said:
"Wushuang, ordinary people can't tell what it means to have strength and what it means to have no strength."
"They trust the instructor's judgment more. Whoever the instructor says can sing well will sing well. Whoever the instructor says will advance will advance."
"Since the audience has no discernment and blindly believes in the instructor, what's the difference between that and the recording?" Mo Wushuang raised his eyebrows lightly.
"Why can't you tell me?"
Huang Qiuxiang sighed and said:
"I think this program team is so shameless. They came up with this live broadcast model just to make more money."
"They will ask the audience to vote for their favorite singer during the live broadcast. Whoever gets more votes will advance, plus the votes of the mentor."
"Now, in addition to the audience's votes, those of us as players have to spend our own money to find someone to brush the votes."
"For example, if I spend 100,000 to increase my votes, other players will also spend 200,000 to increase their votes in order to beat me."
"It's simply vicious competition. When will this end?"
"By the way, even if we swipe votes in the audience voting area and win, we still have to give the instructor enough money."
"After all, if you want to win the championship, I'm afraid it will cost at least eight figures."
"I think this kind of program is too boring."
"I'd better quit this show!"
After listening to Huang Qiuxiang's words, Mo Wushuang frowned and thought for a moment.
"There is no need to quit the program for the time being."
Huang Qiuxiang was surprised and said:
"Why don't you quit? This is a bottomless pit for money!"
Mo Wushuang smiled and said:
"You have already invested one hundred thousand, and I signed a contract with you. In order for you to advance, I will also invest seven figures."
"If we gave up now, we would be losing seven figures."
She casually picked up the oranges from the fruit bowl and stuffed them into her eldest brother's hand.
"Not only did he lose seven figures in vain, but there is no evidence to avenge those victims."
Mo Xuanyao glanced at the orange in his hand, glanced at Mo Wushuang with emotion, and carefully peeled the orange.
The little sister is so kind to him.
After peeling the orange, he was about to stuff it into his mouth when a finger as white and tender as green onions stretched out.
Mo Xuanyao lowered his head and glanced at Mo Wushuang's hand, then subconsciously put his own hand up and held it.
Mo Wushuang: "..."
She wants oranges.
She hurriedly said to Huang Qiuxiang on the phone:
"You don't have to worry about money. Just continue to compete boldly. As for money, you don't have to worry."
"But, you remember, you have to find a way to build a good relationship with the contestants and hint them to keep records of their ticket fraud and evidence of bribes to their instructors."
"You have to keep a portion for yourself."
After saying that, she hung up the phone, threw down the phone, took another unpeeled orange and placed it in Mo Xuanyao's palm, and then took the freshly peeled orange from Mo Xuanyao's hand.
She stuffed the orange into her mouth and looked at Mo Xuanyao with a smile:
"Thank you, brother."
Mo Xuanyao looked at his sister with crescent-shaped eyes in front of him, dumbfounded.
He let go of Mo Wushuang's hand and continued to peel oranges for Mo Wushuang without complaint.
Mo Wushuang put a piece of orange to Mo Xuanyao's mouth: "Brother, you can eat it too."
Otherwise, she would be embarrassed to let her eldest brother peel the oranges.
Unaccustomed to it, Mo Xuanyao reached out and pushed the orange away: "You can eat it yourself, I don't like it."
"No, this is what I gave you to eat. Even if you don't like it, you have to eat it!" Mo Wushuang forcefully stuffed the sentence into Mo Xuanyao's mouth.
Mo Xuanyao had no choice but to eat the orange, but a gentle smile rarely appeared on his paralyzed face.
Seeing this, Mo Wushuang stuffed the orange into his mouth without any psychological burden.
"Cough cough cough..." Mo Linghai, who had been ignored, coughed hard several times.
Mo Wushuang looked at Mo Linghai: "Daddy, have you caught a cold?"
Mo Xuanyao: "Drink more hot water if you have a cold."
Mo Linghai: "..."
You two, brother and sister, are eating oranges in a friendly manner. Why don't you give this old father a piece of orange too?
Is this ostracizing him and isolating him?
"Is this sentence sour?"
He reminded deliberately.
Mo Wushuang: "You don't like to eat fruit, so it doesn't matter whether it's sour or not."
Mo Linghai: "..."
His little cotton-padded jacket is a little leaky!
"Health experts say that actually eating some fruit occasionally is good for your health."
Mo Wushuang: "Older people should eat less fruit, otherwise the sugar intake will be too high and they will easily get diabetes."
Mo Linghai: "..."
Mo Xuanyao directly delivered the freshly peeled oranges to Mo Linghai:
"It's okay to have a little now and then."
Mo Linghai looked at the oranges in front of him and looked at Mo Xuanyao with emotion: "You're right."
He took the orange and ate it piece by piece with tears in his eyes.
Although he, the eldest son, can't say nice things to make people happy, but...
Always caring.
People who can only do things are much better than people who can only say things but cannot do them.
Mo Wushuang deliberately made a look and glared at Mo Xuanyao with a dissatisfied expression:
"Brother, you are really a great eldest son to my father!"
"He is going to drive you out of the position of president of the Mo Group for the sake of his little wife and the child in her belly."
"Why do you still want to give him oranges?"
"Wushuang, father will always be our father. No matter what he does is right or wrong, we as children can only tolerate him." Mo Xuanyao taught Wushuang seriously.
"When Mommy was alive, she always taught us that we must be filial to our father when we grow up."
"We should follow mommy's teachings carefully and not complain against our father just because he is temporarily confused."
When Mo Xuanyao heard Mo Xuanyao's words, his eyes couldn't help but burst into tears, and he looked at his son with choked sobs.
He was wrong!
How could such a filial and obedient son not want him as his father because of interests?
Mo Wushuang lowered his head after being taught a lesson by Mo Xuanyao, and then said very guiltily:
"Brother, I know I was wrong. I will never be jealous because Daddy treats my little wife and my little wife's children well, thinking that Daddy doesn't love us anymore."
"I don't love Mommy anymore."
After saying that, she looked at Mo Xuanyao with red eyes and tears in her eyes:
"Daddy, I know I was wrong. I should have listened to Mommy and shouldn't have been jealous and lost my temper with you."
Mo Linghai turned his head secretly, wiped the tears from his eyes with his sleeves, then looked at Mo Wushuang and said:
"Wushuang, Daddy is also at fault. Daddy should not neglect you and your eldest brother for the sake of other people's children."
"It's even more inappropriate to have your determination and ideas shaken just because of a few words."
He originally planned to hand over the Mo Group to his eldest son.
The eldest son is his and his wife's first child and his favorite child.
"You go home and live! Daddy will never let others influence his thoughts again."
