The rebirth of the Hong Kong Island chaebol, starting with a short-selling Eagle Sauce

During breakfast the next day, Bai Chaoqiong looked at Wang Lei with strange eyes.

"Won't you bring her some breakfast?"

Wang Lei's heart skipped a beat, Bai Chaoqiong must have discovered something last night.

This hotel not only has poor heating, but also poor sound insulation.

He wanted to continue to act stupid and said innocently:

"Chaoqiong, what are you talking about? Who am I bringing breakfast to?"

Bai Chaoqiong rolled her eyes beautifully:

"I heard it all, you scumbag, bring these to that girl Zhao Ling to eat.

She must be very hungry now after the strenuous exercise. "

Looking at the poached eggs and slices of bread on the plate, Wang Lei was a little dumbfounded and wanted to explain a few words to Bai Chaoqiong.

The words came to my lips but I couldn't say them out.

I can't say that although Zhao Ling and I sleep together, I still have you in my heart.

Wouldn't that make him look like a scumbag?

Fortunately, Bai Chaoqiong looked normal and didn't seem to mind that he was having an affair with Zhao Ling. The two of them were still talking and laughing.

But when going to the bathroom, Bai Chaoqiong couldn't help but cover her mouth and sob slightly.

Ever since she was little, she has never been able to get anything she wanted, and men are no exception now.

She must take back Wang Lei from Zhao Ling.

……

At 6 p.m., guests of the Spring Festival Gala entered the venue one by one.

The Wang family's father and son and the gambling king's father and daughter were also among them, following the flow of people into the performance hall.

Several people were sitting relatively close to the front. When the camera scanned them, they also made a special text introduction:

The patriotic Hong Kong businessman Wang Zhengyi and his son Wang Lei.

The patriotic Australian gambling king and his daughter Bai Chaoqiong.

The folks in Mang Village as far away as the village would scream wildly every time the Wang family and his son were shown in the camera.

That was the much-anticipated Spring Festival Gala!

Wang Lei, who was sitting in the seat, was actually a bit forced to smile. Some programs were played on a loop on local stations, and he could even speak the lines first.

However, seeing He Jie on the Spring Festival Gala stage gave Wang Lei a small "surprise".

Seeing Wang Lei's frozen expression, Bai Chaoqiong asked in confusion:

"A Lei, what's wrong? He Jie's singing is pretty good."

Just as Wang Lei was trying to prevaricate, He Jie actually left the center of the stage and slowly approached the round table area.

Wang Lei noticed that the director team outside the camera was holding up signboards and jumping anxiously.

This guy wouldn't want to punch me twice in front of a national audience.

When the time comes, should I swallow my anger or fight back?

To Wang Lei's relief, He Jie did not act rashly and did not take another step forward during the entire song.

The master who played the accompaniment in the backstage was sweating profusely, and he was cursing He Jie in his mind. He was so crazy. Why did he have to rush to sing a song in such a hurry?

If he hadn't killed the accompanist in time, there would have been a performance accident.

He Jie rushed to the beat and finished singing, his expression as usual. Seeing that no one noticed anything unusual, the director team could not help but breathe a sigh of relief.

"Director, He Jie sang 20 seconds too fast, do you want to insert a short commercial?"

"No, it hasn't been long since the last commercial ended. Hold up the sign and let Xiao He interact with the audience to delay the time."

Just as the director team raised the sign, He Jie turned around handsomely and trotted over to Wang Lei's table.

Wang Lei secretly felt something was wrong. This guy still wanted to take revenge on me.

He won't die together.

"Mr. Wang Lei, welcome to the mainland as a guest. It is the time when people across the country are celebrating the Spring Festival. Would you like to sing a song on stage to express your feelings..."

The director and all the staff were confused. The director hurriedly confirmed to his assistant:

"There's no such link in the program, right?"

"Director, no, this is going to be a big performance accident!"

At that time, there were no video tapes to provide temporary relief. In various situations, actors could only rely on their on-the-spot performance to avoid performance accidents.

The camera hit Wang Lei and He Jie's faces, and it was a little too late to move away at this time.

The atmosphere seemed to freeze at that moment.

The whole village was gathering together to watch the live broadcast, but Mangcun still shouted in confusion:

"Wang San, come one, come one."

Only Wang Xiuquan saw from the color TV that something was wrong with his boss's expression:

"Boss, no, I can't sing."

The whole village was suffocated. Wouldn't that mean that he would make a fool of himself in front of the people all over the country?

They feel toothache just thinking about it.

Wouldn't Wang Xiaozi's lifelong reputation be ruined?

How will Wang Lei show up in the future?

Everyone will only remember this mistake and will never remember what Wang Lei has done to benefit the country and the people.

He Jie handed the microphone to Wang Lei and couldn't help but feel proud.

You can't step down now.

The cry that had been echoing in my ears became sweet.

Just when the director was about to insert a commercial, Wang Lei took the microphone in full view of everyone.

"Everyone, I bring you a song "Descendants of the Dragon" adapted by me. We are one family on both sides of the Taiwan Strait. Our blood dissolves in water, and our bones are connected to our tendons. Hong Kong City will always be an inseparable part of the Dragon Kingdom!"

His words attracted recognition and applause from everyone in the audience.

He Jie's eyes were gloomy, he didn't believe it, Wang Lei sang better than him, and even adapted it, thinking he was a great talent.

Although the accompaniment of the old version was played, Wang Lei sang it correctly.

Sorry, his singing is really good. Although it is not as good as Leehom with the same surname, he still has the exciting flavor.

"In the far east there is a river

Its name is the Yangtze River

In the far east there is a river

Its name is the Yellow River

……

I grow up on other people's land

长成 以后 是 的 传人

black eyes black hair yellow skin

I will always be the descendant of the dragon..."

The melody was passionate, and many of the audience sang it impassionedly. This was a singing style they had never heard before, and it brought great impact to everyone.

It is not an exaggeration to describe it as a dimensionality reduction blow.

The young people couldn't help but sway their bodies and started humming along with Wang Lei.

A certain boss praised highly:

"What a sentence. I grew up in other people's land, and when I grow up, I will be the descendant of the dragon! Xiao Wang changed this word wonderfully."

Seeing that the performance was so good, the director wanted to kneel on the ground and wish Wang Lei an early New Year.

He Jie was dumbfounded when he saw the audience beating the beat, and his mouth was open enough to swallow his fist.

This guy is really good at arranging a traditional song, and he actually sang it in a rock and roll style. The rap was an eye-opener for him.

Not only was he stunned, but the expressions of Wang Zhengyi and his party were also wonderful.

Bai Chaoqiong's eyes were full of strange colors, and he couldn't help but ask:

"Dad...Uncle Wang, our Ah Lei has specially learned music arranging and singing?"

Wang Zhengyi was wondering why this girl called me uncle bastard, but he still said honestly:

"You haven't learned it, right? He hated performing and singing when he was a child."

The gambling king interjected: "This is a genius, brother Wang. He just hates showing off in front of you. If you owed a huge debt when you were young, there is no guarantee that there will be a singing king in Hong Kong City now."

Wang Zhengyi sneered. The father and daughter really couldn't speak. They were obviously complimenting others, but they sounded like curses.

Wang Lei, who bowed after singing, couldn't help but wipe his sweat while listening to the spontaneous applause.

He had practiced this song hundreds of times to prepare for the chorus competition organized by the school. It could be said that he could sing it backwards with his eyes closed. He never expected that it would come in handy on this occasion.

"Lehom, I'm sorry, it may take a few more years for you to become successful."