C506 I Almost Forgot about the Competition
This sleep was especially sweet, and had a beautiful dream, and it ended up in the afternoon.
After lunch with Liu Muhan, Yang Ling went out to take today's low insurance. The female president usually worked at home in the afternoon, so her days passed smoothly.
On their side, things were very stable, but on the other side, the pot had already exploded!
Today was the day of the competition between PT and the SSD team!
The entire competition venue was filled with people. In order to witness this extremely hot competition and also to see the arrival of several idols, the stadium that could accommodate 30,000 people was fully occupied.
The organizer had already considered the popularity of this competition and had set up a giant electronic display outside the stadium. As a result, the audience that had not bought their tickets were all squeezed into the stadium.
In order to maintain order at the scene, magic City even sent out a large number of police officers.
The SSD team had arrived early to warm up, while the PT team sent two people. One was the manager, Miu Cheng, and the other was the leader, huang Zhuang.
As for Ling and the others, they were nowhere to be seen.
Everyone started whispering to each other. Many fans were shouting the names of Ling and Director Liu, while the organizers were anxiously scratching their ears and cheeks. If Ling and the others did not come, that would be too exciting.
The key point was that you could not do anything to them. They were rich, so it did not matter whether they fought or not.
At this moment, the Ling they were concerned about was cutting weeds in the villa district and playing the role of a cleaning lady.
Isn't this a low insurance policy?
He was also going to absorb the life force of the weeds and serve the people. That's good...
Just as he was absorbing happily, the phone rang. Yang Xue's voice came from the other end of the phone. "Brother, something happened. We forgot about the competition!"
"Scratch!"
Yang Ling was shocked when he heard that. Only now did he remember that there was a competition today!
He said angrily, "Didn't I ask you to remind me? What are you thinking about with your sister Siyin?"
Yang Xue said, feeling wronged, "Yesterday I went for a ride a little late, so..."
" Aiya, don't say anymore. Quickly come and pick us up! "
Yang Ling knew now was not the time to talk nonsense. He hurriedly threw away the weeds in his hands and ran to the villa.
"Muhan, stop working. Hurry up and pack up and go to the competition!"
"Huh?"
Liu Muhan was stunned when she heard that. The female president was too busy and forgot about it. How could a competition be faster than money?
She hurriedly changed out of her pajamas and was just about to put on some simple makeup when Yang Ling laughed and said, "You are so beautiful. If you put on makeup again, do you want to mesmerize people to death?"
"Hurry up, let's go!"
The competition time was two o'clock in the afternoon. It was already one o'clock. It was obviously unrealistic to drive to Shanghai.
After hesitating for a moment, the two of them directly drove the Falcon Helicopter and flew towards Nanhu Villa District.
As time passed by, the dissatisfied voices on the scene became louder and louder. The few organizers felt their scalps go numb. The key was that they did not know Yang Ling's phone number. The feedback they got from Miu Cheng was that Director Yang's phone number was confidential and could not be told.
That was fine. Miu Cheng and Huang Zhuang were obviously angry because their team members had been suspended for a season. Their answers were neither warm nor warm. They wanted to make them anxious to death.
There were 30,000 spectators on the scene, and adding on the 30,000 people on the square, it would be wonderful to scold them.0
The main point was that the number of viewers for this match had reached forty million. The major foreign competition zones were also paying close attention to it. If they really stood up, PT's team would definitely be finished, and the organizers would die even more tragically.
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