Take a closer look at Nan Nan and say that she is Lin Dong's daughter, but everyone doesn't think it looks like it.

Could it be that Lin Dong and Cheng Mingge had a daughter when they were fifteen or sixteen years old? Besides, with Cheng Mingge's small body, everyone didn't believe that she could give birth to a girl! As soon as the cute girl appeared, she attracted the attention of countless people.

Online.

People are happy to guess her identity, and even the gossip foreign media come to join in the fun!

Unlike domestic river crabs, as long as the paparazzi abroad have money, they can buy even the hottest first-hand news, and the identity of the girl quickly made the crooked nuts check it clearly, and there is a talk show host who has almost no discipline and even got his program to increase controversy and attract ratings!

"This is probably the richest and most pampered little guy in the world! I have to say, she's so cute!" The host of the talk show deliberately provoked the topic to make the audience guess: "Do you know whose daughter she is?" Mr. Wood, hey, I knew you would say that......"

"I heard she's just the child of a local TV presenter!" said the talk show's assistant was in charge of the comedy.

"Oh, I can't trust you, because you're the biggest liar I've ever known. The talk show host used funny language to attract the guests: "Maybe the next guest has the information I want, unlike you, he is willing to share it with us for free!"

"Hey, I'm free too, okay?" the assistant said, angry.

"So you're willing to do your work for nothing today, if you don't want to, can you let me take it for you?" asked the talk show host with a smile.

"Of course not, I deserve it! You can't use my salary to prove that I'm a liar, and I'm going to break up with you!" the assistant was the target of the host's teasing. The cooperation was very professional, and the audience laughed.

Laughter.

A well-prepared guest was invited to the stage.

After saying hello. The guests in suits and leather shoes sat in front of the camera and told the impatient audience about the relationship between Nannan and Lin Dong.

"Speaking of this child, there is a story in it. One of the guests was obviously an insider, and he briefly explained the identity of the girl, and used something deeper to attract the audience's interest: "Her mother is actually the bait used by the blood-dripping knife to lure Mr. Wood to the bait! In fact, we can prove from this that her family has a close relationship with Mr. Wood, and I remember that only the host used to get the scoop on Wood and the squad leader! In addition, I was most interested in it. Death to that sniper! How unlucky this guy must have been to let a snake bite him to death while lurking!"

"I don't believe that the sniper's death was killed by a snake!" the talk show host questioned the incident.

"As long as you are of normal intelligence, you will not believe it. The assistant shook his head as well.

"Which of you believes?" the talk show host's question made the audience laugh.

"It's true. Although it is very bizarre, it is indeed true!" The guest laughed: "When I heard the news, I didn't believe it at all, but judging from the information sent back from Huaxia, the unlucky sniper did die of poisoning! His hand also had bite marks and cross bloodletting incisions, obviously he was bitten by a snake or some kind of poisonous insect, he found it himself and dealt with it on the spot, but this guy may have been in a hurry to snipe Mr. Wood." Despite the poisoning, he still aimed at the target, and finally the poison was exhausted. Yes, I've seen a picture. Before this guy died, he thought he would be able to snipe successfully, and he even had a smug smile on his stiff face!"

"Oh. Are you saying it's just a second-of-the-clock failure?" the talk show host immediately shouted when he heard it.

"That's right. Maybe in a second more, Mr. Wood will disappear from the world. Thankfully, God can't see it. Take away this guy who is preparing bad things in advance!" The guest's words made the audience applaud warmly, but many people with a heart hated it and scolded secretly, Zhentema's shit luck!

"Can you give us a little more of something, like we want to know how much money the rich Mr. Wood has!" the assistant asked deliberately.

"I don't know!" The guest spread his hands and pretended to be powerless, and shouted: "Please, no one knows how much money he has except God! That's definitely an astronomical amount! 60 billion? No, I don't believe that he only has 60 billion, and the information I got is that the group of local tyrants in the Middle East alone will give Mr. Wood no less than 200 billion." Now not only the Middle Easterners, but also the Europeans are starting to go crazy, and they are trying their best to send money to Mr. Wood, so no one knows what the final number is, impossible, I guess even Mr. Wood doesn't know how much money he has!"

"If the elite on Wall Street can't figure it out, can't we get some astronomers to do the calculations?" the talk show host asked exaggeratedly.

"The problem is that this astronomical number is still going up like crazy, and no one knows where its upper limit is!" the guest's answer made the audience laugh.

"The Middle Easterners send money to Mr. Wood to spend, and the Europeans are not far behind, what about us? What are our people doing at this time? Since there are such good genetic medicines, why don't we buy some and come back to study? Although a billion dollars is a bit expensive, wouldn't we always have to follow Mr. Wood forever if we don't do research? I think this money is still drawn, what is your opinion?" The talk show host looked at his companion very democratically.

"If I have money, I'll buy it!" said the assistant wishing he was a tyrant prince.

"Yes, you really need to lose your belly. When the talk show host said this, the audience laughed directly.

"I'm not going to take a billion dollars to subtract my little belly!" The assistant cooperated to catch the audience's appetite: "What can I do with a billion dollars? I can buy a lot of my beloved Lamborghini, a lot of luxury villas, I can order a plane, I can travel all over the world, and most importantly, I can buy shares in TV stations and let you work for me at that time!"

"So, the only thing that will always be with you is this sexy little belly!" the talk show host shrugged.

"Let's listen to the opinions of the guests!" The assistant was funny and returned the topic to the guests.

"I have good news and bad news, which one do you want to hear first?" The guest let the host and assistant choose between two options, and the two deliberately fought for a long time. Choose Good News. In the expectant gaze of the audience, the guest smiled and said, "I heard that the people on our side are not all stupid. There are really people who have bought a few genetic potions with Mr. Wood for their relationship with the Europeans!"

"Good!" the assistant clapped vigorously.

"Hahaha, I guessed right. I'll just say that the people in our rice country are smart! I must have bought it back and studied it, right? Your good news is that our genetic research has progressed?" asked the talk show host.

"No, the good news is that the genetic medicine is real!" replied a little mischievously, and the audience immediately applauded enthusiastically.

"What about the bad news?" the assistant asked.

"The bad news is that when our researchers took out the genetic agents and put them in a vacuum room, thinking that they could study them with peace of mind, they found that these genetic agents would automatically coagulate if they were not injected into the human body for a period of time. Right now. In our researcher's room, there are a few more 'genetic stones' that are no less hard than diamonds. As soon as the guests said, the audience was in an uproar.

"Wow, Gene Stone, what a nice new term!" the assistant's expression was unusually exaggerated.

"What a clever Mr. Wood, I dare say, from the day he was willing to sell, he knew that there would be such an outcome, so. What a surprise gift!" the talk show host laughed to the fullest.

"What's even more surprising is yet to come!" the guest shook his head and waved his hand: "It doesn't matter if it becomes a genetic stone, Mr. Wood is also very considerate to sell melting potions to customers!"

"Doesn't it cost a lot of money to melt the potion?" asked the assistant nervously.

"It's not much, it's only $500 million!" as soon as the guest said, the audience went crazy.

"You mean. We're going to give Mr. Wood $500 million to buy that damn melting potion?" the talk show host slapped in excitement.

"Oh, it should be a lot of 500 million!" The guest's words made the audience almost not stupid: "A melting potion can only melt one genetic stone, and we have many genetic stones now!"

"It's too expensive!" sighed the assistant, "and this will be the most expensive lesson!"

"It turned out to be not that expensive. It is said that Mr. Wood was originally worth $100 million. Later, the familiar sniper ambush incident and the car bombing incident occurred, and Mr. Wood said that he would give the frightened little girl a little pocket money to suppress the shock. The price has been raised to $300 million!" explained the guest.

"200 million pocket money? Oh no, it's only 300 million. Didn't you just say 500 million?"

"I'm also hearing 500 million!" the assistant plucked out his ears.

"Don't forget, we bought it through the channels of the Europeans, because of the attack, Mr. Wood has a lot of opinions about our people, and the Europeans have cleverly increased it by another 200 million, and passed on all their losses to our side! Yes, our researchers are facing a very embarrassing problem, if you buy a melting potion, it is obviously expensive, but if you don't buy a melting potion, billions of dollars will be completely wasted! Do you have any opinion on this result?" the guest asked in turn.

"God!" the talk show host hugged his head and groaned in pain: "My opinion is, hurry up and establish a purchase channel with Mr. Wood, if it goes on like this, I'm going crazy!"

"Yes, that's right, why do we give that little girl so much pocket money?" said the assistant.

"Pocket money is a little more, but it's better than a little hope!" The guest was more calm.

"Hey, why did the attack happen, Mr. Wood would have a problem with us, and what does it have to do with us?" the talk show host feigned puzzlement.

"It is said that the Europeans are collecting evidence for him to convince him that the sniper was hired by some self-proclaimed clever people on our side!" The audience boiled over when the guest said: "That's right, when I got the news, I felt the same as you, I can't believe it, I want to say that there is nothing worse than this news!"

"Mr. Wood believes it?" asked the talk show host.

"Believe it, if we don't do something, I'm afraid things will get worse!" the guest owed a debt.

"There's nothing we can do? I'm not the president, but I really don't want us to be on the opposite side of Mr. Wood, the son of genes, it's terrible, he's taking a leap with a new humanity that is no less than a computer revolution...... I know that you have studied Huaxia very deeply, can you give us a good idea?" asked the host of the talk show anxiously.

"For this, I think it's better not to show up the guy who thinks he's smart in the first place, because the more people get involved in this matter, the worse the incident will be, even if some things are not done by us, but the whole world thinks you are, then it will be difficult for us to prove our innocence. The guest's expression was a little solemn: "In addition, our president should also change his policy plan, we can no longer stand on the opposite side of China's hostility, a rising power should not be our enemy, especially among them, a genius like Mr. Mutou, the son of genes! You are right just now, this will be a revolution of the times, if we continue like this, it will not be a joke for camels and rabbits to rule the earth! In this regard, the Europeans are far ahead of us!"

"I think Mr. President should go out immediately and take the initiative to meet with Mr. Wood with the utmost sincerity. The talk show host looked at the guests.

"It's easy to say, I dare say, Mr. President is not necessarily as popular as we think in distant places!" the aide shook his head.

"It's hard, although Mr. Wood doesn't hate us, but he has been attacked many times, and it's certain that he has a certain degree of wariness against us, and it will be very difficult to meet him until we succeed in clearing up this misunderstanding. Of course, it is not completely impossible, as far as I know, Mr. Wood is very fond of children, such as giving red envelopes to children across the country is the best proof of this. We may be able to make a move on the other hand, our Mr. President, if you don't mind, you can go and meet this little girl, if you can make friends with her, this may be a good turning point! Of course, this is just my personal opinion, some arrogant people still have their eyes on the top of their heads, it is difficult for them to see and admit the strengths of others!" The guest's words resonated with many audiences.

"Why don't you run for president!" the aide returned to the funny topic: "I'm sure you'll do a better job!"

"Do you want me to carry the black cauldron? My God, if I had a little bit of intelligence, I wouldn't have agreed to you to do such a doomed tragedy!" The guest's funny expression made the audience laugh.

When many foreign media were talking about this, Lin Dong quietly led Cheng Mingge and them.

Enter the Underground River.

Prepare for a multi-day trip to the Underworld...... (To be continued......)