Vicious, vulgar - Yan Murong's words made the audience let out a cry of surprise, and even Cui Shaobo, who was standing on the side, and Xue Wen, who was hiding in the background, were dumbfounded.

Well, it's called "I'm going to tell the truth" — note, it's telling the truth, not scolding. And Yan Murong's angry expression and vulgar words were clearly a shrew scolding the street.

Thirty years ago, these viewers don't know, but they know that this young doctor pointed the finger at Yanjing's first son, Zheng Wuming.

"It's over, this guy really told the truth."

Xue Wen patted her head in pain, Yan Murong was brought into the stage by her, and now that she said such a thing in this kind of live broadcast, she would inevitably be affected.

Xue Wen didn't know what happened thirty years ago, but she wasn't stupid, since no one knew about this kind of thing, it meant that someone must have been able to suppress it at that time, that is, what happened at that time must have been almost overcome.

"Thank you for watching, we'll see you next time, I'm the host Cui Shaobo."

Cui Shaobo didn't care about anything else, so he quickly ended today's show, and pulled Yan Murong and ran backstage.

"Hey, let go, I'm not used to pulling and pulling with men." Yan Murong said dissatisfiedly while breaking free.

"Big brother, you're trying to kill me." Cui Shaobo was about to cry, he knew very well what Zheng Wuming was, and he also knew what Yan Murong's identity was, these two great gods fought in front of the national audience, what is this? Is it considered a broadcast accident? ――You just said it, you patted your ass and left, what should I do?

"Isn't your show called "I Want to Tell the Truth"?" Yan Murong looked innocent. "What I'm saying is the truth, it fits the name of your show."

If killing people is not illegal, Cui Shaobo will have the heart to kill Yan Murong.

Yes, what you're saying fits the name of our show - but, let's be honest, it's going to kill people.

The raw rice had been cooked by Yan Murong, and Cui Shaobo was too late even if he wanted to stop it, he opened his mouth, but in the end he didn't say a word, shook his head in pain, and walked towards the dressing room.

"Inexplicable." Yan Murong muttered, and then put on a cheap and outrageous smile, looked at Xue Wen who had caught up, and said. "How? I did a good job, right? Angry enough, right? ”

Seeing Yan Murong's smug face, Xue Wen knew that this man was not only a devil, but also a fighting ghost among devils. The thickness of the skin is impenetrable to ICBMs.

"You've killed me."

Looking at Yan Murong with a look of expectation for a long time, Xue Wen said softly. "Mr. Yan, let's go, please, you are all upper-class people, don't come to entertain us little people."

"I didn't entertain you." Yan Murong shrugged his shoulders and said. "I'm telling the truth, if you don't believe me, I'll tell you the story of the year?"

As he spoke, Yan Murong looked sad and indignant again. "Zheng family, what you did back then is intolerable-"

"No, I don't want to listen." Xue Wen hurriedly covered her ears and shook her head vigorously. This kind of thing she doesn't want to hear, and it's not something she can hear. It was enough to help Chang Xiaopeng once, and then getting involved in this struggle was enough to make her regret it, if she listened to Yan Murong's story again, I am afraid that there would be no good results.

"If you don't listen, forget it." Yan Murong said indifferently. "It's not early, you're busy, I'll go home first." ――

In the Beijing Club, in Zheng Wuming's private box, Ning Kun pushed the door in a panic.

"Nameless, no, I'm afraid something big is going to happen this time."

"What's wrong with you?" Zheng Wuming smiled and asked strangely. "What could happen? Is our plan going wrong? ”

"No—it's not." Ning Kun took a breath, picked up the cup and poured a glass of red wine, and drank it like a cow chewing a peony before taking out a notebook from his bag and putting it in front of Zheng Wuming, saying. "Look, that kid said everything. Yanjing is afraid that the sky is about to change. ”

"Yan Murong?" Zheng Wuming chuckled. "If my guess is correct, that guy must be scolding me again, right? It's okay, I'm used to it. ”

"You'd better take a look first." Ning Kun shook his head and motioned for Zheng Wuming to take a look at the contents of the notebook first.

Seeing Ning Kun's serious expression, Zheng Wuming didn't take it seriously, but he didn't take the computer for a while, and his face changed color.

"What does this bastard want to do? Doesn't he want to live? ”

Zheng Wuming slapped the table and stood up. "Thirty years ago, thirty years ago, how the did I know what was going on thirty years ago."

"You don't know." Ning Kun smiled bitterly. "But it did happen, this time, he wanted to kill you and the Zheng family at once."

"Huh, is that possible?" Zheng Wuming sneered. "I don't know exactly what happened thirty years ago, but I do know that he has more and more enemies."

"He didn't dare to do that?" Ning Kun frowned and said. "Could it be that the Yan family is preparing to fight back?"

"I don't know." Zheng Wuming's face became more and more gloomy, and he said. "Yan Murong has never done things according to common sense, he is not afraid of making a big deal - I don't understand, he is undoubtedly provoking more enemies for himself by doing this, those people do everything possible not to mention this matter, but he brings up the old matter in front of the whole country - unless he has any certainty of winning with one blow."

"So what now?" Ning Kun was a little flustered. "If he really has any evidence, will my father be implicated?"

"Don't panic." Zheng Wuming said in a deep voice. "Now what we have to do is to do nothing, and the more we stand up to refute it, the more we will get his wish, wait two days and see how all parties react."

As he was talking, Zheng Wuming's phone rang urgently, and when he looked at the number on it, Zheng Wuming's face became extremely serious.

"Grandpa, why haven't you slept yet?" Zheng Wuming asked respectfully in his voice.

"Nameless, did you watch TV?" Old Man Zheng's deep voice came from the phone.

"Look, I already know the thing."

"And what are you going to do with it?" After a pause, Old Man Zheng asked. "A couple of old guys have called me and asked you to stop."

"I see." Zheng Wuming nodded. "Grandpa, I will take care of this matter, and it will not have any impact on the Zheng family and them."

"That's good."

After speaking, there was a busy sound on the phone, and Zheng Wuming's face became even more ugly.