"Do you know how much money we have now?”
As the treasurer of the Mushroom Hut, Huang Lei felt that his pockets were full.
This was the first time he had received so much money since he had been recording The Life To Live.
"How much, Father Huang?"
Zhang Zifeng was puzzled.
"Seven hundred, seven hundred yuan."
Huang Lei gestured.
"So much. That's great. We can eat meat now.”
Peng Peng clapped his hands happily. Even Ju Jingyi and He Jiong were beaming with joy.
"By the way, director, you still have money to give me.”
Huang Lei seemed to have thought of something and shouted.
"What money didn't I give you?"
Wang Zhengyu craned his neck and asked.
He realized that ever since Qiu Ming came, he had become more and more unprincipled.
The original plan was to give the mushroom house only 200 yuan for living expenses so that everyone could live frugally.
The extra 500 yuan was not Wang Zhengyu's original intention.
"You asked Ming Ming two questions, and Ming Ming answered them correctly. You said that we won't lose money.”
He Jiong also remembered.
"I didn't say how much each question would cost. How about one yuan per question?”
Wang Zhengyu shrunk his neck and wanted to deny it.
"Shameless, really shameless. Such a big director actually paid a dollar for each question.”
Huang Lei was busy looking for slippers.
"This is too much. Bullying my Mingming is bullying me.”
Ju Jingyi came over with a stick of firewood.
"If you don't give me a higher price, I'll fight you to the death today.”
Zhang Zifeng walked over with a water ladle.
What was even weirder was Peng Peng. He actually came over with a puppy and said that he wanted to bite Wang Zhengyu.
...
"Shameless director, Samsara has its own way of doing things. If you want to use one yuan to get rid of Ming Ming, let's see how everyone will deal with you.”
"Teacher Huang, your slippers are not good enough. I have slippers that I have worn for ten years for you to use.”
"Pengpeng, you're too much. You came over with a puppy. Aren't you afraid that Director Wang will fight you to the death?”
"Ming Ming has become everyone's treasure, and you still want to take advantage of him. I think you're tired of living.”
"I'm dying of laughter. Zifeng, what are you doing? That's a water ladle.”
The live broadcast room was filled with joy. Wang Zhengyu was surrounded by everyone, shivering.
"Ten yuan."
Wang Zhengyu swallowed his saliva. He felt that he had angered everyone.
"Twenty."
When Zhang Zifeng bargained, Huang Lei grabbed the water ladle and gagged his mouth.
"A hundred."
The yellow lightning lion demanded an exorbitant price.
"Why don't you go rob them?"
Wang Zhengyu was furious. Everything cost a hundred dollars. A drumstick cost a hundred dollars, and now a question cost a hundred dollars.
It was said that Huang Lei was a sly old fox. This time, he had truly revealed the nature of a sly old fox.
"Uncle, one question is one yuan. How about I ask you a question?”
Qiu Ming walked over with small steps and spoke in a childish voice.
"Okay, Ming Ming, then ask. If I answer your question correctly, then I won't give you the money. If I answer wrongly, then I'll give you two hundred yuan as a reward for the two questions just now.”
Wang Zhengyu was a sly old fox. He knew that he could not defeat Huang Lei and the others, so he turned the spearhead to Qiu Ming.
Qiu Ming was just a child. How could he ask the question of breaking through the sky?
Everyone felt a wave of disdain in their hearts. Even the program team's staff looked at Wang Zhengyu differently.
"Sure,"
Before anyone could stop him, Qiu Ming was already smiling happily, like a playful child who had found a playmate.
"Alright, go ahead."
Wang Zhengyu took a bite of the peach and deliberately winked at Huang Lei, looking as if his scheme had succeeded.
"Uncle, do you know how to recite Spring in Jiangnan?”
Qiu Ming asked.
Wang Zhengyu's smug expression immediately disappeared, replaced by a look of shock.
He had thought that no matter what kind of problem Qiu Ming had, he would be able to handle it.
As for poems, they were just simple poems about the moonlight in front of the bed.
Spring in Jiangnan? What was that?
Wang Zhengyu really couldn't remember.
"Ming Ming, you have to know the answer to the question you asked. Otherwise, it doesn't count.”
Wang Zhengyu took out his trump card and started to shirk.
He thought that Huang Lei and the others had secretly told Qiu Ming this question, so Qiu Ming definitely wouldn't be able to recite it.
"Uncle, of course I know the answer. Then you lose.”
Qiu Ming smiled happily.
"Then tell me the answer and I will admit defeat.”
Wang Zhengyu did not give up.
" For thousands of miles, orioles sing green and red,
in the water village, in the hills, the wind blows with wine banners.
The four hundred and eighty temples of the southern dynasty,
How many towers and towers in the misty rain?"
Qiu Ming put his hands behind his back and began to recite.
Her childish voice did not affect the beautiful mood of the poem at all.
When Qiu Ming recited it, everyone heard it as if they were seeing the scenes in the poem. The temples flashed in their minds, making them forget to leave and leave behind endless aftertastes.
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