Shenhao: Start With Eight Yuan And Eight Seconds To Kill Ten Sets Of Shops

"Feel sorry……"

"Sorry..."

"..."

After a while, the Modu International Convention and Exhibition Center, which was originally crowded, suddenly became a stunner.

The vast majority of reporters chose to rush to Prince Gong's Mansion, and the only ones who stayed in the end were only a few sparsely scattered, and they could count them with both hands.

"President Cook, continue with the question just now, how much do you expect the sales of the new product to be going on?"

In the audience, the few reporters continued to ask questions.

But at this moment, Cook has no thought of answering.

answer the questions?

Answer a fart!

This person has finished running!

At this moment, Cook couldn't suppress the anger in his heart.

He finally broke out!

"roll!"

"Fuck me!"

As Cook spoke, he banged the microphone on the floor and slammed it on the ground.

Originally in Cook's script, he stepped on Su Lang under his feet.

I never thought that in the end, he would once again serve as a background board for Su Lang.

Su Lang just held a new product launch conference, and he attracted all the reporters away.

What makes Cook even more angry is that most of them are foreign reporters.

If only the local reporters in China left, Cook would not be so angry.

It is understandable after all.

But what Cook can't understand the most is that foreign reporters also left, including many U.S. reporters.

This is what makes Cook the most angry.

He feels betrayed!

Yes, it is betrayal!

And it's the kind of Chiguoguo!

"Mr. Cook..."

Off the stage, what else the reporters want to say.

But Cook didn't give them a chance to speak, so he interrupted sharply: "Get out!"

"disappear as far as you can."

"Eric, notify the security to clear the scene, and this is the end of today's press conference!"

After all, Cook is not staying, turn around and leave...

He really didn't want to stay here any longer.

Cook feels uncomfortable for every second of staying at the Magic International Convention and Exhibition Center.

"this……"

Eric wanted to say something, but when the words came to his lips, he swallowed again.

Although he was unwilling to accept it, even Cook, the righteous master, had left, and he had no reason to stay as a little brother.

After a short pause, Eric made three and two moves, chasing Cook.

After a while, the huge Magic City International Convention and Exhibition Center was empty.

Only a handful of overseas reporters were left looking at each other.

Originally, in their script, today was to watch Cook show off his power, but what they didn't expect was that the situation turned out to be reversed.

Not only did Cook fail to "exhibit his power", but once again lost his face!

Who do you want to make sense...

...

Prince Gong's Mansion……

When the news that Su Lang and Meng Huafei jointly held a new product launch conference came out, the entire Prince Gong's Mansion instantly exploded.

Media reporters from all over the country rushed over from the Magic City International Convention and Exhibition Center.

In just half an hour, the entire Prince Gong's Mansion was surrounded by water.

The relevant departments even took photos of several police officers who came to maintain order.

"Hahaha, I said that Young Master Su will never be indifferent. You didn't believe it before, now believe it!"

"I saw this scene last time!"

"I don't know what product Su Gongzi will launch this time."

"It doesn't matter what the product is, it's definitely better than Apple's technology anyway!"

"..."

The crowd gathered in twos and threes and talked eagerly with each other.

Compared to their previous state at the Magic City International Convention and Exhibition Center, their expressions and complexions are much better at this moment.

Most of the people present were flushed and smiling.

The anger accumulated in their hearts was swept away with this "new product launch conference"!

"Wow~"

At this moment, there was a commotion on the periphery of the crowd.

Everyone turned their heads to look around.

Then the expression became weird.

I saw a group of blond and blue-eyed overseas reporters rushing over with their cameras.

"Hey, why are these foreign reporters here? Shouldn't they stick to the united front with Cook?"

"Tsk tusk, even they are here, isn't Cook the commander of a bare rod?"

"Is this a betrayal?"

"Hahaha……"

Everyone looked at each other, and burst into a hearty laugh.

Before, they had accumulated a lot of anger in the Magic City International Convention and Exhibition Center, but now, with the appearance of this group of overseas reporters, all their anger has turned into joy.

Now it's their turn to scream.

"Hey, isn't this Tom? You're not in the Magic International Convention and Exhibition Center to interview Cook, why are you running to Prince Gong's Mansion?"

"Jack, don't hide Jack, we are all old acquaintances, let's talk."

"Elizabeth, why, do you want to interview Young Master Su too?"

"..."

Facing the ridicule of local reporters in China, a kind of overseas reporters can only bite their teeth and swallow in their stomachs.

At this moment, they finally realized what it was like to have a group of local reporters in China just now at the Magic City International Convention and Exhibition Center.

This feeling is really uncomfortable.

Fortunately, they did not suffer for too long.

"Crunchy~"

With a dull sound, the door of Prince Gong's Mansion slowly opened.

Immediately afterwards, Gong Youde walked out.

"Everyone, the new product launch will be held in the auditorium later, please follow me..."

While talking, Gong Youde turned and walked towards the auditorium.

As soon as Gong Youde's voice fell, everyone followed Gong Youde with long guns and short cannons.

Prince Gong’s Mansion Auditorium, as one of the top hotels in the magic city, its degree of luxury is of course needless to say.

In the magnificent auditorium, Su Lang, Zhou Ziwen, and Meng Huafei were already sitting in the speech table.

"Quickly, grab your position!"

"We must not give up the front row to foreign devils."

"Let them also taste the taste of being excluded."

"Brothers, rush rush..."

"..."

With bursts of noisy voices, media reporters from home and abroad poured into the hall.

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