The dark lenses, long or short, were aimed at Zheng Yuan like a spear or a short cannon. The reporters holding microphones squeezed each other, and the hands holding out the microphones wanted to stuff it into Zheng Yuan's mouth. Before Zheng Yuan showed a perfunctory smile, their words But Zheng Yuan was confused for a while.
"Excuse me, Mr. Ice King, do you have any explanation for the crime you committed?"
This is a petite lady, standing on her tiptoes, she said eagerly, with a blush on her face.
"Mr. Zheng Yuan, do you have any explanation for the couple who lost the farmland on which their family depends for their livelihood because of you?"
The calm-looking middle-aged man wearing glasses said this.
"Mr. Zheng Yuan, as the Ice King, do you have anything to say to those civilians who are far inferior to you? Do you feel sorry?"
The graceful woman held up the microphone and asked. This is Zheng Yuan's old friend, the host of Food TV. In the past, she has always been generous in using gorgeous words to describe Zheng Yuan, but now she has a calm face and radical words.
"...?"
Zheng Yuan's scalp was numb from the endless stream of confusing questions, and he casually took out the latest touch-screen mobile phone from his old friend's outer thigh pocket. Although the body was very thick, the screen was small, and the Internet speed was not fast, But it's barely usable.
Regardless of the fierce questions from the angry reporters, Zheng Yuan and Yu Zuo's year of hanging out was not in vain. They were probably corrected and turned into half-cows, and they became much thicker-skinned.
He opened his mobile phone and searched for his name. The headlines that used to be full of rainbow farts turned into condemnation. He clicked on a magnetic strip and saw the shocking pictures inside. Zheng Yuan frowned and an unknown fire ignited.
"Am I being fucked? I didn't expect that something that seemed far away would actually happen to me... This is what is called a big tree attracting wind."
Zheng Yuan gradually calmed down, his face was neither sad nor happy, and his red eyes looked at the "guns and short guns" in front of him, as well as the reporters who were eager to get a big news like hyenas.
...
"Ho ho ho, let me see, Zheng Yuan, how will you deal with these so-called compatriots?"
In the sky 12,000 meters away from Zheng Yuan, Lebu Beyala, who was sitting as the co-pilot of the Mach helicopter, was holding a high-definition telescope and a headset next to his ear, looking straight at Zheng Yuan and muttering to himself.
...
"As long as he admits his mistake, then we have a reason to clear Commander Ole's name, and then change him from the Hive Prison to another prison, and then..."
The wretched-looking man was half-kneeling on the ground, with his head lowered, and said respectfully to the middle-aged man sitting on the chair eating.
The middle-aged man has a beard that covers his entire chin, which makes him look quite majestic. With a lazy expression, he holds a knife and fork and elegantly cuts the steak in front of him. Each gram of medium rare meat is worth more than thousands of food coins. He put the big belly meat of the beast Hera into his mouth, chewed it twice, took a sip of red wine that had been stored for hundreds of years, and then put down the knife and fork in his hand.
"When Ole comes out, let him go easier. Although he is stupid, he is not stupid enough to reveal our affairs."
The man said indifferently, but his calm words made the wretched man tremble and his head lowered.
"Hmph, the brainless food hunter actually caused our country to be saddled with scandal for several years. Now it's up to you what to do."
The man looked at the big screen in front of him with hatred, which was showing Zheng Yuan who seemed to be at a loss because of the reporters surrounding him.
...
"Quiet!"
Zheng Yuan looked at the red and excited people in front of him and said in a calm tone.
"..."
Everyone trembled, and a chilling feeling behind them made them shut up. Only then did they remember that the man in front of them, who had always been very talkative, could actually tear steel easily, and tanks were not among them. The opponent's humanoid beast.
They regretted their behavior of rushing to win because of the extremely high bonus, which was undoubtedly an unwise behavior like putting their heads in the mouth of a lion.
...
"Go ahead! Kill them!"
The middle-aged man stood up excitedly, not even feeling that his arm knocked over the priceless red wine next to him.
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"Ho ho ho, let me see something different!"
Lebubeya stretched out his tongue with a look of insanity on his face.
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"Do you think I will kill you here?"
Putting the phone into the deep scar of his old friend, looking at her face that was stiff with murderous intent, Zheng Yuan, who used to fantasize about having a super-friendship relationship with her, felt bored for a while, and also felt funny for his immature self before. He is actually interested in cricket women. Can they be as soft as braised pork that has been stewed for an hour? Can it be as sweet as pudding?
"The people behind you probably want me to take action, right? To get the whole society to violently attack me? If I were really Nancy Mu, I'd probably have been tricked."
Zheng Yuan said indifferently, but the last words were said in his heart.
Zheng Yuan had seen this method many times in his previous life. He stole a small piece of video to confuse the public and aroused public anger. Then there was long-term social violence, verbal attacks, and inconvenience in life. The victims were exhausted trying to unravel the rumors, and then committed crimes. The perpetrators can achieve their goals invisibly, and those who are used as guns by hot-headed people may feel a little regret for their actions, and then in order to cover up their faults, they will intensify their actions, or pretend to be dead.
As for the victims? who cares?
They never cared about what Zheng Yuan did, they just wanted to watch Zheng Yuan die.
That's right. Nancy Mu, who has never experienced this kind of thing, may be at a loss because of this kind of thing, but now standing here is Zheng Yuan, who has experienced nine years of compulsory education and experienced the baptism and bombardment of Internet information. He will because Does this kind of thing break the defense?
the answer is......
meeting!
"md I'm working my ass off to add more than 200,000 square kilometers of arable land to the world out of thin air, but you still pour dirty water on me? IGOs are still watching them mess with me? qnmd I quit, what do you want to do? Why go, there is no one to help me, okay, just put a hot face on a cold butt, and I will let you know the consequences of offending me now!"
Zheng Yuan roared madly in his heart and vomited a lot of curse words, but on the surface he remained calm, like the calm before a volcano erupted.
"First of all, I have notified neighboring countries a week in advance to prepare them for cooling down. Secondly, I have invested nearly 200 million food coins as follow-up measures..."
Although he was very angry inside, Zheng Yuan could still hold back his anger and managed to explain a few words, intending to give them another chance. Then he pushed away the reporter who intercepted him and walked straight to his home on the mountain.
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"Tsk! Can you bear this? Well, prepare a second plan and release those things."
The middle-aged man sat back on the chair and said unhappily.
"yes!"
The wretched man bowed his head and said yes, then walked out backwards with his head lowered.
"Hey, hey, I want to see what you are going to do!"
The middle-aged man sneered. He had prepared more than that. What he had now was just an appetizer.
