With the appearance of this post, there was an uproar on the Internet, what is spreading the fastest now? Of course, it is the Internet, just one party, this post has been forwarded hundreds of millions of times, and there are countless comments, and the Lin Yichen incident has been reduced to a joke after tea and dinner, and this sentence is even more popular on the Internet.

Sure enough, early the next morning, the door of Fenglin Building was surrounded by countless reporters, and Lin Yichen was even more manic, and after smashing countless things, he directly tore up the clothes of a female employee and came to a live broadcast.

Six or seven minutes later, Lin Yichen slowly got up, put on his pants, and walked directly towards the gate.

As soon as Lin Yichen went out, countless reporters flocked to the door, blocking the door of the entire Fenglin Building without a single gap.

"Mr. Lin, what do you think of that post on the Internet? Aren't you our Huaxia Kingdom?" An angry young patriot held the microphone and said through gritted teeth, almost smashing Lin Yichen with the microphone.

Lin Yichen shook his head disdainfully, his face was very arrogant: "That's right, I didn't say that I am a Chinese, I am an out-and-out great American, except for the noble blood flowing in my body, everything is given to me by the great America." ”

"Mr. Lin, no, traitor, what qualifications do you have to stand here?! You have defiled the land of our great motherland, please get out of China!"

"Get out of China! Get out of China! Get out of China!"

The patriotic reporters around waved the microphone in their hands and shouted in unison, they couldn't wait to tear Lin Yichen off alive.

"A bunch of people with filthy blood in their veins, I don't need to communicate with you ignorant people, or I'll get stained with dirt. After Lin Yichen finished speaking, he patted his sleeve, as if implying that he had been dyed with that dirty breath.

Sure enough, countless reporters posted their records directly on the Internet, which attracted the anger of countless people, resulting in groups of people wandering around the downstairs of the Maple Grove Building every day, from the elderly who were over seventy years old to the children who were seven or eight years old. These old men were all carrying teacups and carrying little Mazha, waiting for Lin Yichen's appearance at any time.

As for the film "Komodo Dragon", countless movie theaters directly chose to ban this dirty movie, but Wu Xie's "How to Train Your Dragon", which is full of fantasy and full of strong Chinese flavor, has been unanimously praised, and many people are sighing why they didn't find this movie at the beginning, and why they blindly supported Hollywood works.

In just two days, the box office of "How to Train Your Dragon" actually reached 34 million, especially Wu Xie directly signed a contract with iQi, the largest film website in China, for the first time on the Internet, and in just four days, the number of hits has increased to more than 800 million, and it has also increased online with tens of millions of hits per hour.

Every day, Wu Xie will enter the company early, because there will be countless reporters to squat at Wu Xie every day, and Wu Xie is worried about entering and leaving the company every day.

Early this morning, Wu Xie was wearing a simple white casual suit, and a little ink was embellished on it. The whole person looks very sunny and refreshing.

"Wu Xie!" a figure beckoned to Wu Xie from afar and slowly walked towards him.

Wu Xie looked at it from a distance, Luo Shui was dressed in a white gauze like a hibiscus out of the water, with fair skin, delicate face, and proud figure.

It's a pity that when Luo Shui shouted Wu Xie's name, something terrible happened, a large group of reporters rushed out of the snack bar next to him, and the camera brother was carrying the camera in his right hand and rushing towards Wu Xie with a bun in his left hand.

"Look!ufo!" Wu Xie shouted, pointing his finger upward.

"Where, where?" everyone looked up, there was nothing in the sky, blue sky and white clouds.

Luo Shui also raised his head and looked up, Wu Xie patted his head, extremely speechless.

"Silly girl, hurry up and run!" Wu Xie grabbed Luo Shui's hand and rushed directly towards the WXE building in the distance, the speed at the moment was comparable to that of a world champion.

Dodging the pursuit of countless reporters, Wu Xie finally succeeded in breaking through the siege of reporters, Ah Biao walked with a fifty-pound dumbbell in his hand, and said: "Boss, our "How to Train Your Dragon" has reached a box office of 4300, and now it's time to withdraw money, hehehehe"

Wu Xie patted his head, he wanted to strangle himself to death, how could he forget about this matter, 1 billion US dollars is not a joke.

"Take everyone, let Da Yao bring me two hundred people to the Maple Grove Mansion, fence him up for me, and we'll go get the money. ”

The old people who were squatting in front of the Maple Grove Building suddenly found several large military trucks parked in front of the Maple Grove Building. Countless people wearing black tight-fitting short-sleeved shirts, camouflage pants, and holding a kind of silver gun in their hands, if there are military fans, they will be amazed, each with an advanced AK-47 in their hands, and this group of people is very organized to guard the front and back doors of the Fenglin Building.

Many reporters who did not leave leaned on each other tightly, and some of them came timidly in front of this group of people, tremblingly leaning the microphone towards a soldier.

"Hello, I'm a reporter from NetEase, why are you surrounding the Maple Grove Building, and is there any reason?" the reporter's body trembled slightly, and when the brand-new AK-47 emitted a silver light of death, the reporter seemed to have been fished out of the water.

"No comment, don't get even half a meter close to me, or you'll live in hell," the soldier didn't speak again, just calmly observing the movements around him.

At this time, Wu Xie had already arrived, and the surrounding reporters all knew that Wu Xie's car was the world's limited Dark Angel, and everyone surrounded the Dark Angel without leaving for half a step.

"Da Yao, bring someone to pick me up, the reporter is too powerful!" Wu Xie said into the encrypted walkie-talkie, with a wry smile.

"Understood!" said a deep voice over the intercom.

In about half a minute, more than a dozen people walked out, led by a strong man in camouflage uniform, with a silver short blade pinned to his waist, and two silver desert eagles shining with silver light behind his back.

"Get out of the way, thirty seconds, or you will be killed!" This person was Da Yao, the dog tag on his neck rattled, the short blade in his hand exuded a cold knife light, and the reporters around him all fell backwards.

Wu Xie got out of the car, opened the trunk, took out a canvas bag, and reached into it.

"You want a Glock 26 two-shot automatic pistol, Sig P228 and Sig P226. Wu Xie threw three pistols at Da Yao, and Da Yao took them very lovingly, stroking them gently, as if stroking a beloved woman.

"I couldn't do this before, hehe, boss, I'll mess with you in the future. Da Yao smiled, and the two desert eagles behind him were thrown directly to the two people behind him.

Wu Xie glanced at him, and calmly walked towards the Fenglin Building, now the time to collect the money has come.

(The special operations unit is domineering, who else?) Alas, countless firearms knowledge has been supplemented, and there will be more firearms in the future, so don't worry, all firearms fans.) Collect