Jiang Wu squatted down, took off the medal, and put it all on his hat.
If it doesn’t fit in the front, stick it in the back.
As she was leaning against him, she saw the old curator, who had half of his ear cut off, sneaking out.
"Old man, wait a moment!"
The old curator shook his head and ran faster.
Jiang Wu rushed forward and hugged his feet: "Don't leave, do something for me first!"
"I'm just a museum administrator. I really don't know where the leaders above have fled."
Jiang Wu was stunned and probably understood.
The little boss just now was interrogating this.
"No, I'm from the show crew and I need you to give me something."
Jiang Wu took out the flag given by the program team from his arms and handed it to him.
Only then did the old curator remember that he and the "Jedi Love Laws" program team had another mission.
After confirming their identities, the old curator took out a box from the bookcase behind him.
This is your show's thing: "Give me the flag in your hand."
"You choose one of these two gifts."
Jiang Wu looked at the two gifts in the box, two national flags, one from their country and one from country A.
"The program crew are all old sinisters, they are really good at causing trouble." Jiang Wu muttered.
"Grandpa Curator, I want both gifts."
"Huh? Guests are only allowed to get one gift." The curator was embarrassed.
Chi Shaohua searched some medicine from the room and came over to treat the wound of the old curator. His ears were still bleeding.
"Grandpa Curator, please give her both small flags."
"Fourth sister-in-law, I'll come." Jiang Wu took the medicine and applied it to the old curator herself.
She gave the old curator medicine and added healing charms.
After taking the medicine, Jiang Wu took the two flags from the program group and stuffed them into his arms.
Old curator: "..."
Now that this is the case, he has no control over the program's affairs.
Jiang Wu also pulled the old curator, gestured, and took photos and checked in with him.
Soon, the old curator felt that the pain was gone and he felt better.
Once he regained his energy and was in good condition, he felt like he was doing well again.
He grabbed Chi Shaohua's hand: "Madam, please take my sons out too."
"He...if they stay, it will be very dangerous."
He was now certain that these men were wearing rebel clothing.
But they are Chinese people, not rebels.
"There is news from above that there is a wealthy lady with a very high status in your program team."
"The Chinese side requested that she be sent back safely."
"The superiors also agreed to send the young lady back."
The four of them looked at each other and understood.
It was the richest man who initiated an action in the country and spread the news, asking the country here to ensure that Jiang Wu returned unscathed.
"You guys are on the same show, so if you take two people out, you should be able to do it."
"Please!"
Chi Shaohua was stunned and looked at Jiang Dongjin.
Jiang Wu: "Can't take it out."
"Old man, you don't know yet," she glanced at the door: "These rebels are the largest terrorist organization."
"They won't let your 'sons' go."
"If caught." Jiang Wu made a motion of wiping his neck.
"They will kill everyone here."
The old curator's expression changed drastically.
He is more than a museum curator.
When he was young, he was the head of state of country A.
After retirement, he became a curator to protect and pass on national culture.
The person he wanted Jiang Wu and the others to take away was also their important leader.
"Afraid of...terrorist organizations?" The old director was horrified.
Zhou Yi almost guessed his identity and knew his intentions.
I briefly told him the origins of the terrorist organization.
The old curator trembled when he heard this: "How can citizens fall into the hands of these villains?"
It is already dawn in the country, the time when the sky is about to break.
The total audience of live broadcast rooms on various variety show platforms is close to 200 million, staying up all night to watch live variety shows.
Jiang Wu and his fans are in the most relaxed state of mind:
[My sister Jueai is still dedicated to her work. At times like this, she still doesn’t forget to complete the tasks assigned by the program team. 】
[Others have fallen into war and are trying to survive. 】
[She is the only one who is serious about doing variety shows. 】
[With so much hard work, who can stop her from becoming rich through variety shows? 】
[The Jiang family is poor, but our sister works hard to become the daughter of a wealthy family. 】
[The second season of "Jedi Love Rules" is just like the first season. 】
[Sister Jueai can still bring us great happiness. 】
[The hostages are so pitiful, why don’t we let our compatriots go home? 】
[What they are doing is none of our compatriots’ business. Please let our compatriots go home. 】
[The country has sent diplomats to rescue the hostages. 】
[We also brought anchor Shen Jingman to report frontline news for everyone. 】
【It’s my sister-in-law! 】
The last incident of bullying at Ivy League High School exposed the relationship between Shen Jingman and Jiang Xingyuan. Everyone knows that she is Jiang Wu's sister-in-law.
[Sister-in-law and sister, working together inside and outside, will definitely be able to bring our compatriots home one by one. 】
[I wrote a bold script for sister Jue Ai. She will definitely help and bring our compatriots back. 】
Fans of Song Ning and others poured cold water on them in the live broadcast room:
[Don’t deify Jiang Wu, she is just a mortal. 】
[If she was really that good, she wouldn't let her companions fall into that situation. 】
[Look at our Gu Dingliu being beaten again, woo woo woo...]
In another corner of the museum.
Song Ning and others have been sent here for a while.
Gu Shuo angered a soldier and was being beaten.
Jiang Zhai.
The richest man Jiang, Jiang's mother, and even Fang Lanxi stayed up all night, but they didn't watch the live broadcast in the hall.
I didn’t even go to the Star Cinema in the basement to watch it.
Instead, we went to the multi-purpose room and watched the live broadcast on the projector.
Sister Sheng held the bowl and finished all the melon seeds in it: "I bet our little lady can still win this season."
"She can make hundreds of millions this week, and she will just lie down and count the money from now on."
As she spoke, she also looked at the richest man Jiang: "Now, the young lady is probably the most profitable person in our family."
You, the richest man Jiang, can't make so much money in a week.
The richest man Jiang: "!"
"Seems to be……"
Sister Sheng: "But I think this is not your ambition, young lady."
"She got so many medals, does she want to be the boss there?"
The richest man Jiang shook his head: "!"
Mother Jiang also shuddered and looked at her husband.
Others didn't know that the richest man Jiang had spoken to the Zhou family again and knew that those people were a terrorist organization.
Jiang's mother noticed something strange about her husband and asked him after a few words.
She also knows the inside story.
Their little girl wants to be the boss of a terrorist organization?
The couple felt better, but began to worry again.
Feel better, everything is not out of control yet, their four children are still safe.
The worrying thing is that it seems that their little daughter is really addicted to being in a terrorist organization, getting medals, getting promoted and making a fortune.
"The young lady is really a very ideal and driven person." Sister Sheng sighed from the bottom of her heart.
"Sir, Madam, have you not considered handing over the Jiang Group to her in the future?"
"If it were her, she would bring unexpected breakthroughs and heights to the company."
Everyone: "..."
The richest man Jiang: Oops, he’s moved!
