"Dad, don't I sing well?"

Feng Yuechan held her mouth, her big eyes were full of mist, she was looking at the first place big bear toy reward, pinching the corners of her clothes with both hands, very sad.

"It's that they don't know how to appreciate!" Feng Hao hurriedly squatted down, stared into his daughter's eyes, and comforted, "Remember what my mother said? There are a thousand Hamlets in the hearts of a thousand people." You sang perfectly, the sound of heaven, but it's a pity that the judges here are not of good grade. ”

"But. Feng Yuechan struggled, "If you can't get the first place, you won't be able to give your mother a gift." ”

"The heart is the most important thing. Feng Hao touched his head and killed, "If your mother knows your mind, she must be very happy." ”

"Really?"

Seeing Feng Hao nodding, Feng Yuechan was relieved and prepared to leave.

"Sir, in fact, the first place should be in the eldest lady's bag, but unfortunately someone is operating behind the scenes. ”

At this moment, Feng Hao heard Jarvis's report, which made him frown.

For this kind of non-rigorous competition, Feng Hao didn't care about not winning the first place. After all, foreign monks can chant scriptures, and this era has not been invaded by him by himself and culture, and now it is still the Korean wave. But when Jarvis said that someone was behind the scenes, it didn't mean the same.

You can say that this year's judges are not good, there is no level of appreciation, but if your daughter loses the first place because of unfairness, the consequences are very serious.

"What's going on? ”

"Sir, the sponsor of this competition is Sangxing Mobile. The children of the official sponsors of the contestants who sing the children's rhymes, the organizers have decided the first place in order to cooperate with the sponsors. According to the rules, the eldest lady's score far exceeds the second place, which can be said to be expected. ”

I see.

Feng Hao squinted his eyes and looked at the mobile phones displayed around the stage. Provoke me, maybe there is a way to live. Dare to mess with my daughter, that's a dead end!

"Dad, what's wrong?"

Feng Yuechan said curiously.

"Do you want to hear your dad tell a story?"

Feng Hao said with a smile.

"Yes, yes. Feng Yuechan became excited. The last time I heard my dad tell a story was a year ago.

[Drop, congratulations to the host for getting the latest task: telling a story to please his daughter.] As a daughter control, how can I bear to let my daughter be wronged?]

System, do you have itchy skin, do you need to give you a set of green clothes and let you go to get a boxed lunch?

[Is it a daughter, you don't have 13 in your heart?, host, I advise you to have a sense of awe for me. 】

With your LO13 system, there are only a handful of tasks released with more than 400,000 words, how can you make me have a sense of awe for you?

[Enough!Do you think I'm a bully?]

emm……

[Do you think you're humorous? Wrong, in my eyes it's just a clumsy imitation!]

System, are you bugging?

[Forget it, I'm tired, whatever you want, it's still the same sentence, clear!self!clear!]

Jarvis, can you give the system antivirus?

"Sir, I can't. ”

"Dad, it's your turn. ”

Under the urging of his daughter, Feng Hao no longer wondered if there was a bug in the system, and resolutely came to power.

At the same time, backstage, looking at Feng Hao on the stage, Sang Xingfang's representative frowned and said: "Looking at the registration information, this person and the little girl who sang the original song just now are father and daughter. ”

The representative of the organizer bowed down and flattered: "Yes. ”

was almost taken away from the first place, and the representative of Sang Xingfang ordered: "Let him win the first place." ”

"Huh?" the representative of the organizer was stunned.

"Countdown. ”

The representative of Sang Xingfang showed a meaningful smile and heard the beginning of the story.

"Dear children, today, I bring you a fairy tale called "The Little Girl Who Sells Mobile Phones"......"

A little girl selling a mobile phone?

What's the name?

But it's quite appropriate.

Representative Sang Xingfang nodded and said, "Well, this guy is a person who knows the times, so he won the second place." ”

"Second to last?"

"Clever. ”

When Feng Hao said the name of the story, the audience also exchanged ears.

The first place just now is a bit far-fetched, but it's good, this person directly knelt down and licked the sponsor, and told a story about the mobile phone in response to the situation. It's just a presumptuous parent.

Ignoring everyone's reactions, Feng Hao said with a smile: "It's very cold, it's snowing, and it's almost dark." It's the last day of the year, Chinese New Year's Eve. In this cold and dark night, a well-behaved little girl, walking barefoot on the street, shouting, Sangxing mobile phone, Sangxing mobile phone, the latest generation of flagship phones, this gentleman, buy one.

She came out of the house with a pair of slippers on, but what was the use? They were big slippers, so big, they were always her mother's wear. As she crossed the road, two carriages rushed at her, so frightened that she ran away with her shoes......"

Under Feng Hao's magnetic voice, the tragic life of the little girl is outlined, the tone is sonorous and powerful, and as the story progresses, the emotions are even more subdued, or low, or sad, or sad, full of tension.

The audience in the audience was gradually attracted and empathized, and felt worried about the tragic experience of the little girl.

It's freezing and it's helpless.

Especially parents with children are unbearable and heartbroken.

"At noon, she didn't sell a single Sangxing mobile phone. As she walked, she stopped at the window of a building, and the scene inside drew her in. Yo, how beautiful the Christmas tree in the house is. The little girl couldn't help but think of her sick mother and cried sadly......"

"Mother, the little girl is so pitiful. ”

"Dad, let's buy a Sangxing mobile phone, so that the little girl can go home and reunite with her mother and take care of her seriously ill mother, okay?"

Parents caught in the story: Meow Meow Meow?

Can you take the initiative to buy a mobile phone after listening to a story?

I'm afraid this parent is not the nursery of Sangxing mobile phone.

The representative of Sang Xingfang, who was standing in the background, smiled and showed his big yellow teeth, and waved his big hand: "Let him win the first place!"

"Countdown?"

"Idiot, positive!"

Sang Xingfang laughed heartily, and ordered his subordinates to write down this story synchronously for publicity. Isn't that exactly what the best mobile phone copywriting is?

At this time, the story came to an end, and Feng Hao's tone quickened: "The little girl hid in the corner of the wall tremblingly, and under the endless snowflakes, she took out a Sangxing mobile phone. She remembered what her grandmother had said that charging Sangxing's mobile phone can bring warmth to people. She stiffened and plugged in the ......"

"Boom!"

"A huge mushroom bloomed on the earth, and countless people saw their grandmother!"

Countless people have seen their grandmothers......

met their grandmother......

Their grandmother......

Grandmother......

Parents: (╯‵□′)╯(┻━┻

Sang Xingfang's representative had a smile fixed on his face with MMP.

"Mom, why have so many people seen their grandmother?"

"Daddy, why is that?"

Why, how do I know why, I just know that this story is toxic!

However, this was not over, as soon as Feng Hao's words fell, bang, bang, explosions sounded one after another. With the sudden explosion sound, a Sangxing mobile phone bloomed like fireworks!

I see!

Everyone suddenly realized.

The representative of Sang Xingfang was stunned.

When he wanted to catch Feng Hao again, he had already disappeared.

"Oh no, big things are bad. ”

I saw that on the tablet computer brought by the assistant, the news of "Sangxing Mobile Phone Self-Explosion", which was very popular with "The Little Girl Who Sold Mobile Phones", was in full swing.

It's over.

Sang Xingfang wanted to cry without tears, but suddenly his trouser pocket was hot, and he hurriedly took out his mobile phone. But before it could be, a firework bloomed in the most beautiful corner.

[Drop, congratulations to the host for completing the task and getting the reward chest.] 】

Looking at the daughter who was jumping in front of him, Feng Hao commanded, open it.

[Congratulations to the host for obtaining the item, the right to use the memory modification stick from "Men in Black" x1.] 】