The live fortune telling is so accurate that the whole network is waiting to watch.

The online netizen "It's me" is in front of the camera, shaking his head, looking like he is pointing the country:

"Although I am not a fan of Han Dongmin, according to my analysis, Han Dongmin is the candidate with the best chance of winning the presidency! The public support for several other candidates is obviously much lower."

"The most important thing is that Han Dongmin also has the support of the chaebol group. In country H, it is self-evident what the chaebol means."

"Netizens who want to know about the history of Han Dongmin's rise to power, please click on my profile picture. I am 'I am the common man' who specializes in world affairs! Dear friends, please remember my name and follow me!"

[I kao, it turns out you are just a traffic bastard. You are shameless and I won’t follow you! 】

[Why did Wanwan connect to such a bottomless netizen? I quickly blocked him. 】

[Don’t get too excited, everyone. I think that guy is quite interesting to me. If you like current affairs, paying attention to him won’t have any impact. 】

[People upstairs, don’t think that I don’t know that you are his trumpet, just because you follow him! 】

Sang Feiwan asked in a cold voice: "Are you here to tell fortunes, or are you here to gain popularity?"

Naturally, I didn't dare to offend Sang Feiwan, so I quickly rewarded a few "Cloud Whale Soaring" to make myself favorable.

"I'm really here to tell fortunes. I'm just here to pay attention. Anchor, please help me figure out who can be elected as the president of country h? Is it Han Dongmin who has the highest voice?"

As he spoke, he also took out photos of several candidates and showed them to Sang Feiwan.

Sang Feiwan said quietly: "I can't say who will be elected for the time being. But it will definitely not be Han Dongmin."

I asked in surprise: "Why? His conditions are so good in all aspects, why can't he be the president?"

Sang Feiwan looked through the screen and said in a slow but firm tone: "Because his death is approaching."

Everyone, including me, was stunned: "What do you mean?"

Sang Feiwan said: "Literally."

[Let me explain: The end is approaching means that the life span has reached the end. 】

[Wanwan, are you serious? Is Han Dongmin really going to die? His official information shows that he is only 58 years old, and he looks like he is in his early forties. 】

[If I go to his official blog to remind him that he is dying, will he ignore me? 】

[Thankfully I still want to follow you, but you actually cursed the future president of our country! 】

[As a supporter of Han Dongmin, I am very angry and announce that I will cancel my attention to you! 】

[Please get out of our country, we do not welcome murderous people! 】

[Sang Feiwan, get out of Country H! 】

Since Han Dongmin has a high status in the hearts of the H people and has many supporters, Sang Feiwan's words immediately aroused the public indignation of the audience in H country. More people, because it was a transcribed live broadcast, could not comment directly on the public screen, so they just scolded it in the comment area below.

Even I didn't expect that he would get such a result when he calculated a fortune based on the popularity.

What's more, I didn't expect that Sang Feiwan was such a brave person and dared to say anything.

He kindly reminded: "Anchor, Han Dongmin is not an ordinary class person. We still have to...be tactful when we speak."

"To put it mildly?" Sang Feiwan nodded and changed his words, "He will die without a burial place."

The common man is me: "..."

Netizens: [……]

Han Dongmin: "..."

It’s me: “Anchor, you’re going to get yourself into a lot of trouble!”

Sang Feiwan said disdainfully: "So what?"

I just said: "I wish you good luck" and then hurriedly logged off.

He originally wanted to take advantage of Sang Feiwan's popularity to gain a wave of fans for himself, but in the end, his fans were all scolding him, and all Sang Feiwan's anger was directed at him.

There are also fans of Han Dongmin who threaten to fly to country H to find him.

I was so frightened that I immediately canceled my account: As expected, even those who were able to get online were no good.

Even though I was like this, Sang Feiwan was scolded even more.

Her fans couldn't stand it and started to yell at her.

Some fans reminded Sang Feiwan:

[Anchor, I heard that there are many special forces behind Han Dongmin, so be careful. 】

【Yes, yes! The kind of person who plays with power is definitely not comparable to those celebrities who fell over in the past. 】

[Wanwan, I saw that the live broadcast of your program was interrupted, and there was a murder incident in the hotel. It’s too chaotic abroad, so it’s safer to go back home. 】

"Thank you for your concern. I will naturally come back after the filming of the show is over." Sang Feiwan still had an indifferent expression, not scared or scared, and seemed not to realize the seriousness of the problem at all.

At this time, there was a knock on the door, and Sang Feiwan got up and opened the door.

Netizens were immediately worried, fearing that Sang Feiwan would be taken away.

What surprised netizens was that the person who came was Park Jin Kyung.

Park Zhenqing was filled with anxiety, "Ms. Sang, all signals in the hotel have been interrupted, and the entrances and exits to the floors have been blocked. I...I..."

She was shaking violently, and was gripped by a fear she had never experienced before.

Originally, she wanted to tell everything about last night, but Sang Feiwan gave her a look that stopped her from saying anything else.

Pu Zhenqing asked pitifully: "Miss Sang, can I stay at your place for one night? I can just sleep on the sofa and I will never disturb you."

Once, when she was at her most desperate and confused, it was Sang Feiwan who rescued her.

When he was in China, Sang Feiwan let her stay at Jiangyue Villa for a few days in order to protect her.

I thought it would be the same this time, but unexpectedly Sang Feiwan said:

"If you are really scared, you can stay with Zhang Xuexue for one night."

Park Zhenqing lowered her voice and said: "I suspect Han...he is here! Will he know that his son's death is related to me?"

"Whether you know it or not, you can't get out of the relationship anymore?" Sang Feiwan smiled slightly, "Don't be afraid. I said you would be fine, and you will be fine. Xue Xueren is good, go find her."

The most important thing is that there are too many people paying attention to her here tonight, and it would not be good for Park Zhenqing to stay.

"Okay then, I'll go find Zhang Xuexue." Pu Zhenqing left reluctantly.

Although the live broadcast has not been closed, because Sang Feiwan specially blocked the sound, the conversation between her and Park Zhenqing was not spread.

Netizens are curious as to why Park Jin Kyung came to see her so late.

Sang Feiwan didn't explain much and directly started to draw the second online netizen tonight.

Soon, a netizen named "Cang Biao" appeared in the live broadcast room.

Cang Biao is a young man, and he is saying to Sang Feiwan with a melancholy face: "Anchor, I just moved into a new house recently. But something happened on the first day..."

Since moving was very tiring, Song Biao went to bed very early that night.

He was having a sweet dream at night, and suddenly a singing voice came to his ears:

"Love is like fire, it warms the heart

I see the flame of love flickering

My heart is beating, love is like fire

The crazy one you are laughing at is me..."

The dynamic rhythm and sharp voice are particularly harsh in the silent night.

What was even more annoying was that he sang this song all night long, which kept him from sleeping well all night.

The family next door to him was a tenant, and his bedroom was exactly separated by a wall. It didn't take much thinking that they must be disturbing the neighbors in the middle of the night.

So he went to the property management company to complain the next day, but the other party refused to admit it at all. He also said that they went to bed on time at 10 o'clock every day and there was no such thing as singing in the middle of the night.