“…95,96,97,98,99,100!”

During the huge and empty building, a young man in his early thirties held a barbell with his hands and muttered in his mouth.

After finishing the last moment, he slowly lowered the barbell in his hand and placed it firmly on the cushion with his trembling arms.

Inhale, exhale, inhale, exhale...

As his chest fluctuated, Chen Ming gasped hard, and twisted his arms to relieve the soreness on his muscles.

Finally completing today's exercise plan, he glanced at the wall clock on the wall and walked out of his private gym.

He went upstairs and took a shower, changed into a bathrobe, and then walked downstairs and entered the living room.

Several plates of delicacies had been placed on the dining table next to the living room. A woman in her forties was standing by. Seeing him coming, she quickly reported: "Mr. Chen, the meal is ready!"

"Yeah, okay." Chen Ming nodded, then waved his hand: "Then you go back first, come here to clean the plate tomorrow."

"Okay, Mr. Chen, then I'll leave first!" The woman nodded, went to the kitchen to pack the garbage bag, took it out of the restaurant, gently brought it to the door, rode on the electric bike, and disappeared into the night.

The dinner on the table is not very rich, the dishes are not many, and most of them are simple to cook.

Boiled chicken breast, boiled eggs dipped in a little soy sauce, oat bread slices, a small bowl of purple potato pieces, and a small plate of cut fruits of various colors... They are all simple, without a trace of greasiness.

Chen Ming’s professional fitness meal is not for anything else, but for his own body, making his body healthier and stronger, and making himself farther away from the name “greasy middle-aged man”.

But eating alone is boring. Chen Ming took out his phone in his pajama pocket and clicked it on it.

With a "drip", the 75-inch oled curved screen TV in the living room lit up, and then quickly entered the interface and started playing the program.

The dining room is not far from the living room. According to his current seat, Chen Ming can clearly see the content on the TV.

This is a set of mattresses, news channels, and the news broadcast programs and weather forecasts have just ended and are in advertising time.

"Cerece oat milk is rich in a variety of cereal ingredients, giving you health and strength every day..."

"The crazy running brand treadmill is a professional home treadmill leader, silent, energy-saving, easy to collect, and is your companion for daily fitness..."

"Silmeng brand mattress, imported natural latex, ergonomic design, fits every inch of your spine, making your dreams as smooth as silk..."

"If you want to be as strong as us, you deserve the King Kong brand protein powder! The Chinese National Sanda Team is grandly recommended!"

...

More than a dozen advertisements ended, and below is a trump card with a set of mattresses, "Interview with Intersections".

After getting familiar with the opening of the movie, a serious host started broadcasting, with a straightforward word:

"Just three months ago, our famous high-tech sleep aid equipment in China, the Red Star Brand Dream Helmet produced by Tian'ang Company began to be sold in many countries such as Miligan, England, France, Germany, etc. The sales momentum is booming, and it has led a rush to buy in many cities, and consumers are queuing up day and night to buy..."

"But not long ago, 181 Miligan consumers hired lawyers and jointly sued Tian'ang Company to the Federal Court of Miligan, hoping that the country would ban the sale of Red Star Brand Good Dream Helmets. What's going on? Let's connect to the frontline reporters..."

"I am Sun Hao, an overseas reporter. I am now at the gate of the United States. You can see that there have been a large number of protesters at the gate of the federal court. Everyone looks at the signs they are holding. The slogans on them are all boycotting the Red Star Brand Good Dream Helmet..."

The picture on the screen may be taken by a camera on the shoulder, and it shakes a little, but you can still see the scene inside clearly.

It was a group of white-skinned, dark-skinned, men and women, almost hundreds of people, most of them holding demonstration signs, banners, and shouting something.

The contents of these demonstration signs are varied, some are a big fork on a helmet, some are a forbidden symbol on two Chinese, and some are purely English, saying "Say no to China!", "Beware of the conspiracy of Chinese people!", "Forbid Chinese people to read our brains! We need a virtual reality device that is truly safe!"... and so on, and so on.

The group of people were stopped by a group of policemen holding explosion-proof shields at the entrance of the court, but they were still pushing forward with excitement or anger on their faces.

"Oh, we saw a car coming over there!" Suddenly, the frontline reporter shouted: "I saw that the police are going to take some measures."

Sure enough, as he said, the black car, which seemed to be a small truck, came to the back of the explosion-proof policemen, and a policeman in an explosion-proof suit stood on the roof, as if he was holding a loudspeaker and talking to the crowd in front.

But after he held it for a while, the crowd ahead still did not look back and was still roaring hard.

Seeing that the persuasion was ineffective, the policeman in the explosion-proof suit put down the horn and said something as he said later.

Immediately afterwards, a violent column of water was sprayed out from the roof of the car like a fire truck!

The impact of this water column is extremely strong. When it swept forward in a fan shape, it swept away the protesters, and all kinds of "fake" sounds are endless.

The camera returned to the reporter again: "It seems that the police have taken appropriate measures to persuade the demonstrators to retreat, and the results are very good."

His voice changed: "Let's see what ordinary people in Militar think about the good dream helmet... Connect with the next reporter below."

This time it was a female reporter: "Hello everyone, I am reporter Liu Chan. I am now in East Attico on the west coast of Miligan. Let me interview the people here."

There was a street during the day, and she easily stopped a white aunt in her fifties: "Sorry, ma'am, can we ask you a few questions?"

"Yes." The white aunt nodded.

"I want to ask you, what do you think of the popular Red Star Brand Good Dream Helmet?" The reporter asked directly.

"Oh, good dream helmet, I've heard of it." The old white lady nodded and began to talk a lot: "I am a believer. Father Louis has always recommended this good dream helmet to us, saying that it will bring us closer to God, and I am very willing to buy one, but it is too expensive, and it is difficult for my pension to support me in buying such expensive things, but several of my fellow believers said they will fund me..."

...

The half-hour program ended soon. Shen Ming simply cleaned up the dishes, turned off the TV, then went upstairs to brush his teeth, and walked into the bedroom.
Chapter completed!