Mariana Smith was sitting in the guest seat. The whispers behind her made her feel like she was sitting on pins and needles. She felt that those people must be scolding her.
The more she thought about it, the angrier and more wronged she felt.
Ever since Mr. Smith died and she inherited Smith's Jewelry, she had never felt so wronged.
She couldn't hide what had happened today. So many people were watching and listening. She could imagine what kind of criticism she would receive when the news spread to the United States.
As the chairman of the Asia Pacific region of the Guinness Association, not only did she not make any contribution to the development of the association, but she also made a fool out of herself because of her own selfish desires. She even used racial slurs in public.
This was a hundred times more serious than a male model who had a bad personal life.
This would even affect the reputation of the entire Smith's Jewelry. She would lose her position as the chairman of the Asia Pacific region of the Guinness Association, and she might even be kicked out of the upper class.
How did it become like this?
She had no idea what the problem was.
Everything had been normal yesterday. She had just fallen in love with an internet celebrity from Huaxia, and he had rejected her without giving her any face. Then she had tried to suppress him and teach him a lesson. She had even called the "Ghost Hand" Hiroto Aoyama. How did it become like this in the end?
The price of being willful seemed to be too heavy.
Her mind was in a trance. Her heart began to ache inside her plump body. It seemed that she was under too much psychological pressure.
However, she didn't realize it. She was still immersed in the matter.
I didn't do anything wrong.
Something must have gone wrong!
"Mr. Aoyama? Mr. Aoyama? The competition is over. Please leave. Everyone else has left. We have to move the table away. "
It turned out that Hiroto Aoyama was still in the same position. His hands were pressed on the long table. He was still trying to wake up from the nightmare.
"Don't touch me! Devil! "
The staff pushed Hiroto Aoyama lightly. Then, the "Ghost Hand" from Japan screamed as if he had been stung by a wasp.
Mariana heard the shout from the stage. She looked up and saw Hiroto Aoyama's pale face, purple lips, trembling hands, and cold sweat all over his face.
In a trance, Mrs. Smith's mind suddenly became clear. Right, things had turned out this way because "Ghost Hand", whom she had high hopes for, had suffered a crushing defeat at the hands of Chen Guang!
If he won, Chen Guang could only leave with his tail between his legs, or kneel at his feet and beg for his forgiveness, and then ask him to give him another chance.
It's all this trash's fault!
She immediately stood up from her seat. "Hiroto Aoyama! You trash! "
Her plump body was like a fat dinosaur as she charged at Hiroto Aoyama. She had completely lost control of her emotions.
Hiroto Aoyama turned around and stared at her blankly. He stared at the person who had saved his life, but for some reason, his mind was filled with the disgusting scene that made him kneel in the toilet and vomit for an entire night.
This was a terrible nightmare. She threw herself at me again. I hope I can survive this time and not suffocate to death.
Wait, if it's a dream, why didn't I reject her?
Am I to be tormented by her in my dreams?
"F * ck off! You are a filthy, ugly, disgusting, fat woman! Every inch of fat and crease on your body makes me want to puke! "
Mrs. Smith was stunned. After a short silence, she became even angrier. "You … go to hell!"
She bared her fangs and brandished her claws at Hiroto Aoyama. However, Hiroto Aoyama was no longer afraid. He slapped Mrs. Smith hard in the face and pushed her shoulders hard with both hands, causing her to fall to the ground.
"I've had enough. I've had enough of you."
Hiroto Aoyama summoned the courage that never existed in 'reality'. He looked down at Mrs. Smith, who was paralyzed on the ground.
Mariana Smith raised her head and looked at Hiroto Aoyama blankly. She was caught off guard by the sudden burst of courage from this weak puppet.
"Wrinkles? This' Ghost Hand 'sure knows how to play! "
"Oh my god, how can there be such a disgusting woman in the world?"
"Is the meaning of her life to constantly disgust others?"
"Doesn't she have any self-awareness?"
The whispers in the studio, which had finally settled down, boiled up again.
Although Mrs. Smith didn't understand what they were talking about, she could feel the disdain in everyone's eyes.
Her hair was disheveled, and she was in a sorry state.
Her eyes were blank, her breathing was getting faster, and her head was buzzing.
Even a piece of trash like you dares to disobey me?
Hiroto Aoyama didn't seem to be satisfied yet. He took a deep breath and spat at Mrs. Smith's face.
She had been holding these words in her heart for almost ten years. Even if it was just a dream, it was good enough!
Thick phlegm was stuck on Mrs. Smith's forehead. She was about to break down.
"Look at your ugly face. Do you know how disgusting it is when you're on top of me?"
"Shut up!"
"Don't you have money? What do you have other than money? If it wasn't for your money, do you think I would care about you? "
"Bastard! You bastard! Linda! Kill this bastard for me! "Mrs. Smith began to call for her assistant.
"I always thought that your old husband was suffocated to death by you!"
"You … You …" Mrs. Smith pointed at Hiroto Aoyama with trembling hands.
Linda's assistant had already rushed over with two bodyguards. They had to shut this guy up.
At this moment, Mrs. Smith felt a sharp pain in her heart. Her eyes rolled back, and she fainted just like that.
Linda screamed, "Mrs. Smith has a heart attack! Quick! Stop this idiot Hiroto Aoyama! "
At the same time, the poor assistant began to rummage through her purse. "Where's the medicine? Where's the medicine? "
She couldn't find the bottle after searching for a long time. She simply flipped the purse over, and the contents were scattered on the ground. There was still no medicine.
She didn't bring any medicine!
Mrs. Smith had always had a heart attack, but it hadn't happened for a long time. She actually forgot to bring the medicine.
"Send her to the hospital!"
On the other side, Hiroto Aoyama had already been punched to the ground by the two bodyguards.
The other employees of Smith Jewelry also rushed up to him and held him down.
The loud noise in his head gradually subsided, and he finally came back to his senses. He first looked at the uproar on the stage, then at Marianne Smith, who had fallen to the side, Linda, who was angry and anxious, and the other craftsmen he was familiar with.
He gradually came to his senses. I'm not dreaming.
This is all reality!
Oh my god, look at what I've done!
The sudden change took another ten minutes. Mrs. Smith had already been rushed to the hospital, and Hiroto Aoyama was also surrounded by bodyguards. The people of Smith Jewelry had come in aggressively, but left in an extremely embarrassing manner.
Fortunately, the audience did not have any objections. Although the time was delayed, it was more exciting than watching a movie.
"Mr. Powell, shall we continue recording the show?"
Director Wang asked the two Guinness staff members who stayed behind.
"Let's record. What can we do? What about you, Mr. Chen Guang? "Powell looked at Chen Guang worriedly. He was very concerned about Chen Guang's opinion.
Chen Guang waved his hand indifferently. "It has nothing to do with me. I've finished my work. Now I'm just a mascot. You guys just go about your business."
What happened to Mrs. Smith could not cause any ripples in his heart. He did not do anything from the beginning to the end. That fat woman was just making a fuss. She deserved a heart attack. She deserved it.
None of my business.
Bored to death, Chen Guang sat in the studio, but his thoughts had already flown to another place. The faith value of the pencil sharpening world was in place. He just had to wait for the show to go on TV and reap a big harvest. Now, the focus of his work had to shift.
Just now, Yue Hong had sent a text saying that the piano show had been finalized. It would be performed directly at the National Gallery of Art next Wednesday. This time, the television broadcast would be handled by CCTV, and the online broadcast would be handled directly by Xiao Cong. The negotiations were also ongoing for foreign platforms. As for advertising sponsorships, they were not considered for the time being.
Everything looked great, except for the fact that the time interval was as long as seven days. It was simply perfect.
He was used to busy days, but suddenly, he had seven days of free time. He felt a little melancholy with nothing to do.
If it was someone else, they would probably practice hard for fifteen hours a day if they were to hold such a high-standard piano show a week later.
But this was completely meaningless to the strongest humanoid player in history, Chen Guang.
Do I have to waste seven days in Beijing?
Just the thought of it was scary.
Wouldn't I be bored to death?
I'm a man who's going to become the master of the trichiliocosm. I'm also in a hurry to perfect my body so that I can quickly practice the painting scroll. Otherwise, how am I supposed to keep up with Wenwen's pace?
During the previous military exercise, he heard that the conflict between her and the Poison Sect and the Dark Sect was getting worse. Who knows, there might be a final battle on that day. Should he just be a spectator then?
Moreover, since the Poison Sect and the Dark Sect dared to provoke the Wen Family, they couldn't possibly not have any backup plans, right?
Wenwen might not even be able to win.
Most importantly, in order to cover up the details of the poisoning incident at the hotpot restaurant, seven families and twenty-five people's lives had been wiped out. This debt had not been settled yet.
If he did not account for these things, Chen Guang's thoughts would never be at ease.
He himself might not be absolutely safe. Just like the last time, the other party had randomly sent two Bone Force martial artists to chase after him. In the end, he was lucky enough to escape, and it was all thanks to the gift of Wind-god's Kick from the Holy Grail.
What if those scumbags had evil thoughts again and simply sent Bone Force martial artists?
What would he do?
Lie on the ground and wait for death?
This was also the key reason why he was so anxious and crazy to improve his strength.
He was really anxious.
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