Chapter 108: The climate is not

As soon as Xue Zangfeng's phone hung up, Liao Xuefeng called again. Like Xue Zangfeng, he made the phone call without talking first, but laughed for three minutes before stopping. Mo Haoran knew his mood. When Liao Xuefeng laughed out loud, Liao Xuefeng said, "Brother Mo, it's so ridiculous. You don't know how Dong Laogou is asking for help. He is like a little eunuch in the Qing Palace drama, whispering and timid. Oh! This is the funniest thing I have lived for most of my life!"

Mo Haoran shrugged his nose and said in a thick voice: "Brother, your laughter is too low!"

"Brother Mo, you don't know the tone of Dong Zhiming calling me to ask me for help. It's like a young wife, and the majesty of Boss Dong who was arrogant at the time!" Liao Xuefeng must be not hiding in Yanyangtian Entertainment City now. Maybe he was holding his beloved head and striking his hands!

Mo Haoran is very calm now. Even if he ruined Dong Zhiming's reputation, for him, who has been in the world for most of his life, he is still a lean camel bigger than a horse. He still cannot be underestimated. Although he has no place to turn over, he has to prevent this bastard from dying struggle. If Dong Zhiming, who has stepped into hell with one foot, it will be more than worth the loss!

Mo Haoran calmed down Xue Zangfeng and said, "Brother Feng, it's not a time to be happy now. After all, Dong Laogou has not been thrown into prison and has not been shot. He still has a lot of room for his performance. What you have to do now is to do your best to discredit him, impose all the inside stories of some scandals you have in him, and leave no room for power to prevent You Luoting's forces from taking over Dong Zhiming's forces, and take this opportunity to eat Dong Zhiming's evil forces with great appetite!"

"Okay, then I will arrange my subordinates to take action now and forcefully swallow Dong Zhiming's fat piece of meat with thunderous means!" Liao Xuefeng said.

Mo Haoran reminded, "Remember, be careful, Dong Zhiming is likely to make a counterattack. As long as this counterattack is blocked, then Dong Zhiming is a real grasshopper in autumn and will not be able to jump around for a few days!"

Liao Xuefeng is not the kind of naughty who is hot-headed and careless in doing things without regard for consequences. After all, more than ten years of hard work in the underworld have made him smooth and good at disguising. "Thank you, Brother Mo, please be careful, after all, there are too many goals around you!" Liao Xuefeng pointed to the goal of the women surrounding Mo Haoran.

Liao Xuefeng has already started to act, but Mo Haoran is waiting for Dong Zhiming's arrival. As usual, he is busy in the art village. The studio renovated by No. 1 warehouse has been completed and can be put into use. Mo Haoran invested part of the five million obtained from the auction and the three million Shao Jinger's to expand the business of Haoran Culture Media Company.

After Dong Zhiming's incident has passed, Mo Haoran and new entrepreneurial projects will be implemented one by one.

This afternoon, Haoran Media is preparing to convene audition judges for training. There are also the main competition judges, program hosts, makeup artists, sound engineers, and lighting engineers all need to make systematic arrangements. Rui Jingting has sold the broadcast rights for the first main competition to several TV stations with high audience ratings, two TV stations in the north and two TV stations in the south, and one quota was bought by a Chinese from Malaysia to Taiwan. It is also considered the first time that Haoran Media has tried the overseas market. Whether it is successful or not, as long as there is a good precedent, it will not be difficult to find overseas cooperative TV stations in the future.

Rui Jingting, Shao Jinger and Meng Fangfei are stepping up the training of auditions and conducting detailed groupings. The auditions are held in ten small studios, and are also open to the audience for free. The 3,000 applicants are divided into 300 each group and will participate in the audition selection in the next month.

Each talent show that participates in the audition has two chances to perform. If you feel that the first performance has not been shown to your level, you can apply for a second performance to the judges. However, if you apply for a second chance, even if you do not have the first performance opportunity, you will also count the scores of the second performance. These two chances are for those contestants who do have some strength but do not perform well. However, if some people take advantage of this opportunity to take advantage of loopholes, then without absolute strength, it will be useless.

This method was thought of by Master Ge Qimian. He considered that since he signed up for the talent show, there were only two types of people. One was a person who used the talent show opportunity to become famous and make money, while the second was a person who used the talent show opportunity to show the charm of art. It was understandable to make money. However, if you were to show for the talent show, then such people were purely "fooling" to enjoy the public, not entertaining the public. Therefore, for those who are confident that they perform better or perform wrongly, the second performance opportunity is rare.

In addition to Xu Songlin, Meng Fangfei and Ge Qimian, another one was recommended by Ge Qimian himself. This judge was a performance teacher at Jiangcheng Academy of Arts. He was originally Ge Qimian's most proud disciple. He also filmed several popular movies in the early 1980s. However, due to the impact of foreign film culture and the corruption and depravity of domestic filmmakers, this great director who was rumored to have won the Golden Lion Award in Venice resolutely chose to be a teacher in this beautiful city, preparing to reflect his artistic value with his outlook on life and values, and cultivate real artistic talents for the country.

Mo Haoran was conceiving his new entrepreneurial project on the computer, and suddenly the phone on the desk rang again. There were so many phone calls today. Mo Haoran said to himself and answered the phone: "Hey, boss, is there anything wrong?"

Wen Xiaomeng on the other side of the phone screamed loudly and said anxiously: "Lao Wu, it's not good. That bastard Dong Zhiming sent someone to smash the tea restaurant!"

"Damn it, didn't you hired people from the security company? What did those people do for food?" Mo Haoran slapped the table, suddenly stood up, and shouted loudly.

Wen Xiaomeng was obviously dealing with those smashers, "Boss, they have too many people, and they seem to be professional thugs. The security company can't stand it. Come over quickly, they are about to rush into the tea restaurant!"

Mo Haoran didn't say anything, hung up the phone, rushed into his Audi A6, added the accelerator to the maximum, and headed straight towards the tea restaurant. Mo Haoran was worried that Dong Zhiming would come to cause trouble, so he specifically asked Ling Xue to close the door and leave for a few days. Unexpectedly, Dong Zhiming refused to let go.

Ten minutes, Mo Haoran rushed to the door of the tea restaurant without knowing how many red lights he had run. He had no intention of stopping the car. The Audi A6 rushed straight into the thugs holding baseball bats and iron drills, without showing any mercy, and suddenly knocked a few big hands away. For a moment, the thugs group were overturned, and the police car behind them also followed. Of course, the reason was that Mo Haoran was speeding and running a red light.

Mo Haoran drove the car and rushed around the crowd, specifically hitting the places where the thugs gathered, regardless of their lives. When they were knocking the thugs over, Mo Haoran pushed open the car door and suddenly overturned a thug who was about to attack him. He grabbed the iron rod from the thugs' hand, but he was beaten with no skills. When the guy was bleeding from his head, Mo Haoran spat a mouthful, turned around arrogantly, and pointed the iron rod at the thugs who had been surrounded by uninjured.

"Bah!" Mo Haoran was very unhappy, "Who dares to come!" After saying that, an iron drill hit the thug's thigh, and a crisp "click" sounded, and the thug's leg bones were deformed, and he fainted with a scream.

Those thugs didn't expect Mo Haoran to act so ruthlessly. In the past, they were the only ones who slaughtered other people's thighs and arms. Now, seeing that their accomplices were slained by others, they couldn't help but feel a little scared. They took a few steps back, obviously being shocked by Mo Haoran's vicious aura!

At this time, a person came out of the thug group, and this person was Dong Xiaoke, whose hair was colorful, and Dong Zhiming's precious son. He was holding a machete with a long-cut blade in his hand, and a toothpick in his mouth, "Mo Haoran, don't be arrogant to me, brothers, smash it hard, chop it hard, kill Mo Haoran and give him 100,000 yuan!"

There must be a brave man under the heavy reward. Dong Xiaoke encouraged him, and the thugs rushed up again. Because the security guards Mo Haoran had already been beaten by the thugs brought by Dong Xiaoke, they could not move. Now Mo Haoran is the only one guarding the steps at the entrance of the tea restaurant.

There were three thugs who were not afraid of death, threw away the hammer in their hands, pulled out a machete more than a foot from their waists, and rushed towards Mo Haoran.

Mo Haoran shouted "seeking death". With his legs closed, the iron rod in his hand flew out like a missile, and slammed on the head of a thug with a "knock" sound. Blood suddenly flowed and fainted. Mo Haoran jumped high and took the iron rod that was bounced back by the thug's head. At this time, the machetes of the other two thugs had reached Mo Haoran's left and right shoulders. Mo Haoran closed his momentum and used the iron rod in a gear. A sharp metal collision sound, with a cluster of sparks. The iron rod in Mo Haoran's hand turned with the momentum. The machetes in the hands of the two thugs were twisted away by Mo Haoran. Then Mo Haoran threw away the iron rod, held the machetes tightly, quickly turned over the back of the knife, and looked at the shoulders of the two thugs without hesitation. Only the two thugs collapsed softly to the ground.

Within three seconds of such a series of movements, the three thugs who rushed up were knocked unconscious by Mo Haoran. Mo Haoran pointed at Dong Xiaoke with one hand and said, "Boy, today I will let you taste the taste of being chopped!"

After saying that, Mo Haoran turned the blade over again, and then argued Dong Xiaoke over and quickly dealt with several thugs who rushed up to stop him. Mo Haoran raised his sword and slashed at Dong Xiaoke's head.

Dong Xiaoke shouted "Oh my God", barely raised the machete in his hand to block it. With a "scarlet" sound, the machete in Dong Xiaoke's hand broke.

A delicate shout came.

Mo Haoran stopped immediately. At this time, the two machetes in his hand had already touched Dong Xiaoke's skin. Several colorful hairs were cut off by the blade. Dong Xiaoke had already thrown away the toothpicks in his mouth. His eyes were staring like bull's eyes. He was obviously scared. The crotch was slowly getting wet. Mo Haoran threw away the machete, and Dong Xiaoke suddenly collapsed to the ground, like a dead dog.

"Hmph, it's not the weather!" Mo Haoran clapped his hands, then kicked Dong Xiaoke, who had already fainted from fear, and looked up at the source of the cry.
Chapter completed!