"What's the matter?" Tang Ming's brows furrowed tightly, and he felt that it was a very important thing. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

"President, look at these." As he spoke, Yang Yixing handed over the document in his hand and handed it to Tang Ming.

"What's Roadman?" Tang Ming looked at the text on the cover of the document. I couldn't help but twist his faint eyebrows.

"President, just look at it." Yang Yixing didn't explain too much, just asked Tang Ming to continue watching.

Tang Ming raised his eyes and glanced at Yang Yixing in front of him, then lowered his head, flipped through the documents in front of him, and read them carefully.

"Are these people still professional athletes? You're sure you're not a bunch of thugs who can do this kind of thing. Tang Ming stood up directly and smashed the stack of documents in his hand on the desktop, and his uncontrollable voice roared directly, his chest continued to float up and down, and the heavy intention was accompanied by trembling all over his body, obviously being angry.

"President." Yang Yixing's face changed in vain, and he said softly, for fear that Tang Ming would be angry with him, it was the first time he had seen Tang Ming get so angry.

"It's fine." Tang Ming responded coldly, glanced at Yang Yixing, and sat back on the office chair, but his body was still trembling uncontrollably, "Let's talk about it, what kind of show is this, what kind of people are this people, and what kind of people are they." Tang Ming tried his best to calm his voice,

"President, this "Roadman" is a branch of "RoadFC", a fighting show in South Korea. It is mainly a live broadcast of various comprehensive events, and this episode happens to be a confrontation between Korean fighters and Chinese fighters. This is just an online variety show, and it is not eligible to be on TV at all, and this show was quite popular in South Korea in the first few seasons, and there are hardly many people paying attention to this season. may be because of this reason, the program team released this paragraph directly, in order to hype and seek more people's attention. Yang Yixing hurriedly looked at the information he had prepared, and reported to Tang Ming word by word.

"Well, are these so-called martial artists invited by South Korea official athletes? Are you sure it wasn't some gangster program team who pulled it over to fill the numbers? Is it so unqualified, impolite, and discriminatory against China, giving them face? How dare they do that? As soon as he thought of this, Tang Mingyou began to lose control of the anger in his heart, and slammed his hands on the office desktop with a "bang", raising his voice and shouting.

Yang Yixing hurriedly looked through the information in his hand that had been checked, "President." He raised his eyes to look at Tang Ming's uncertain face, shrunk his head, and said cautiously, "President, they are professional martial artists. Now some are still martial artists, and some have retired as martial artists. The five of them are Kim Jae-hoon, a former member of the heavyweight Ah Fei team, Shin Keun-go, winner of the Korean Wrestling Championship, Hong Yong-ki, a former member of the Korean taekwondo national team, Kwon Min-seok, the runner-up of the fourth season of "Crying Fist", and Park Hyung-geun, the runner-up of the third season of "Crying Fist". There is also lightweight champion Kwon Ah-led as the coach of the South Korean team. ”

"In that case, they're professional martial artists, or former wrestlers, taekwondo, and the like." Tang Ming raised his eyebrows, the corners of his mouth twitched slightly, and a strange smile appeared.

"Yes, President. You know, the inferiority complex that Koreans have cultivated over so many years of small country spirit has twisted into an almost perverted desire for honor. Korean sportsmen don't need quality, they just need honor. It doesn't matter if they don't have the strength, they have shady scenes, and the World Cup can take out Italy and enter the final four. They have media, and Kim Yuna, who won a silver medal at the Winter Olympics, was touted as a gold medal in the South Korean sports media. Of course, the Seoul Sports Newspaper is the main force touted by it. Yang Yixing raised his eyes in disdain and forgot Tang Ming.

Tang Ming scratched the back of his head in embarrassment, pursed the corners of his lips, and then stood up and came to the floor-to-ceiling window, his hands crossed behind his back, his dark and bright eyes looked through the huge floor-to-ceiling window, I don't know what he was thinking?

The blue sky was still accompanied by white clouds, and the sparrows still occasionally skimmed in front of the window, Tang Ming looked up at the quiet sky, and looked down at the bustling flow of people and vehicles. Follow the direction of the road.

"No, Yang Yixing, we are all Chinese, and we can't let the Chinese be humiliated in South Korea in vain." Don't you say? Tang Ming turned his head suddenly, his dark pupils shrank sharply, and his sharp eyes were like a devouring black panther, dangerous and terrifying.

"Well, you're right, President. We are all Chinese, and we can't let the stick bully us. Yang Yixing nodded his head firmly, his hands clenched tightly, slightly angry.

"Huh." Tang Ming smiled, his eyes narrowed slightly, and the corners of his mouth rose slightly, revealing a very sunny smile, "Then, Yang Yixing, I'll ask you, do you dare to accompany me to break through and gamble." ”

"What are you going to do, President?" Yang Yixing looked at Tang Ming in front of him with a puzzled expression, not knowing what the plan in Tang Ming's heart was?

"Don't ask so much, just ask if you dare to accompany me to break through. I'm going to turn this South Korea, this rotten and shameless sports system upside down. Do you dare to accompany me to discredit those shameless and impolite people, and make them apologize to the members of the Chinese martial arts troupe, and kneel down to apologize. Although Tang Ming's voice was not particularly loud, he felt deafening when he heard Yang Yixing in his ears.

"I dare." Yang Yixing couldn't help but stand up straight, and said firmly and unyieldingly.

Tang Ming looked at the resolute Yang Yixing in front of him, nodded his head with a little satisfaction, patted him lightly on the shoulder and said, "Don't worry, even if we fail, I will guarantee your work." Anyway, I won't starve you to death. I'm a rich second generation, although, it's all false. ”

"Ahh Yang Yixing opened his mouth and said, "Thank you, President." ”

"Alright, let's get down to business now!" Tang Ming sat back on the office chair, Erlang's legs were raised high, and he lay on the back of the chair slightly, a little lazy.

"Yang Yixing, you go and inform Li Mingjiu now. In my name, with a 10% stake in the Seoul Sports Press Group. At 2 p.m. today, in the conference room of the Seoul Sports Newspaper Building, it is mandatory to hold a temporary board of directors, and it is important that all directors come. Tang Ming said instructively to Yang Yixing in front of him. Seoul Sports Newspaper Group, the equity is relatively scattered, and the 10% stake in Tang Ming's hands ranks third among all shareholders, and he is fully qualified to hold concerts.

Yang Yixing's eyes flashed in vain, and he said with a little excitement: "Yes, President." I'll go. With that, Yang Yixing turned around and left.

While Tang Ming was watching Yang Yixing, he picked up his mobile phone and dialed a phone number......

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ps. Thank you for the book friend 15021601392, Yuan Xuehan, Ling Wu, and black and other signs for the reward. The fifth watch is completed. I found that some trolls are still quite cute, and the red envelopes sent by our fans were robbed, and they came to the book review area to spray and spray, and kneeling and licking switching is not as fast as yours. (To be continued.) )