"Support God, what are you up to now?"
Qian Xuan's voice seed better, not so hoarse anymore.
According to him, he had indeed been infected with so virus recently, which had significantly affected his respiratory system.
The nickna "Support God" made Liu Zhizhong feel a bit proud, but also sowhat depressed.
He was proud because he had truly achieved extraordinary success in terms of internet traffic, incredibly strong.
But depressed, because why did the nickna feel sowhat ambiguous, like he was so kind of breeding pig, horse, or cattle, sigh...
As he pulled over and parked the car, Liu Zhizhong said, "Mr. Xuan, I'm driving!"
"You're driving this early in the morning? You're really sothing, huh! Whose car are you driving? Are the headlights bright? Is the chassis solid? Is the exhaust loud? Is the engine well-lubricated?"
Liu Zhizhong, with an expression of speechlessness, said, "Mr. Xuan, when you talk about driving, I an I'm literally driving a car—c, a, r, car, okay? 2.0 Passat, the one I got as a reward!"
His voice wasn't too rushed, but it was a bit depressed.
Qian Xuan laughed heartily, "Alright, alright, got it, got it! Safety first, haha..."
Hearing this, Liu Zhizhong felt the tone of the call wasn't bad today. Was this weirdo happy?
"Okay, thank you, Mr. Xuan, I'll be careful. Like now, although I'm connected via Bluetooth, I still pulled over to take your call. What's up?"
"Oh, haha, I'm pretty happy today. Because you, damn, you really are a talented person..."
"Ah? Mr. Xuan, why would you say that?"
"Your 'Shadow' has gone viral again. At this point, it's broken the billion mark in traffic sales. Your fatherly charity fund is also incredibly popular. But the key thing is, you coolly recited a poem that sent the old secretary of the Yangzhou Municipal Committee packing. He could have been in the ICU for three or four years and lived past ninety."
With a teasing tone, Qian Xuan went on and on.
Liu Zhizhong was depressed. That darn news had spread fast; it had reached Qian Xuan all the way in the Provincial City.
Qian Xuan continued, "Now, hehe... You've earned the title of 'Soul Harrowing Dubbing King,' aweso, I admit defeat!"
"Mr. Xuan, co on, stop making fun of , okay? It's not like you think, let explain..."
"I don't want to hear it, I don't want to listen! I just want the facts!" Qian Xuan quickly interrupted Liu Zhizhong, with a mocking and laughing tone, "You, Mr. Billionaire, went to pay your respects. Hey, the Zhang Family mbers didn't even give you a warm welco! See, you were thrown out of the Zhang Family, even your position, I heard, got stripped too?"
Liu Zhizhong was a bit embarrassed; damn, good news never goes far, but bad news travels a thousand miles.
"Mr. Xuan, you're really well-inford, huh? You know all these things?"
"When Brother Tianbao reported to , I was just having morning tea with my father-in-law, so I found out. Here I am, back ho, just caring about you, can't I?"
Liu Zhizhong thought, thank your great-great-grandfathers for the concern that makes very uncomfortable.
But he had to play along verbally, "Thank you for your concern, Mr. Xuan, I'm glad you're happy. I'm fine here; if people want to talk, I can't help it."
"That's right; be like a pig not afraid of boiling water!"
"Uh..."
"But with all the commotion, you now have lots of free ti. Just perfect, according to the dical tests, Teacher Luo will be ovulating in four or five days. Why don't you head over to the Provincial City? You can't refuse, can you? Can you? Can you not start heading there imdiately? I want to see your imdiate departure! I had your car equipped with a tracker, I can see everything clearly!"
The last part ca with a hint of threat and hysteria, Mr. Xuan's true colors showing, the real him.
Liu Zhizhong was just really fucking depressed inwardly. Damn it, when did soone install a tracker in his damn car? So now his movents weren't going to be free anymore?
Could Liu Zhizhong refuse, dare to say no? Impossible!
"Alright, Mr. Xuan, I'll set off imdiately. But could you allow to go ho and pack so bags first?"
"No problem, I'll wait for you! No, no, Teacher Luo is waiting for you, haha... Just thinking about it makes happy, I'm just... damn, I feel like crying... Ah!!! Waaa..."
Indeed, Qian Xuan's emotions were quite split; he actually ended up sobbing during the call and hung up on Liu Zhizhong on his own.
Helplessly, Liu Zhizhong looked up at the not-so-distant, rented villa of his wife, filled with regrets!
What a great opportunity he was about to miss.
Dealing with Mr. Xuan's madness was the biggest deal in his life; he couldn't escape it.
He could only start his car and head ho, his mind gradually calming down and then slowly getting excited again.
After all, he was going to be with Miss Luo again; it would be a suprely beautiful pleasure.
The key thing was... a bit awkward was, damn it, Mr. Xuan wanted to be there to watch, sigh...
Isn't that awkward?
If he, as such a formidable man, aroused envy and jealousy in others, wouldn't Mr. Xuan also beco envious to the point of madness and then harm him?
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