It's not just the Federal Broadcasting Company that is in a state of distress.
The aristocrat who bought gifts complained crazily in his heart. If a dead company is incompetent, don't mark such exciting things...it can still be found out.
A certain member of x was also terrified when he saw all kinds of comments.
He is not considered a wealthy person, and he can achieve the position of a member of parliament, thanks to his marketing personality and the support of netizens, if this matter breaks out—
There are also Young Master X, Boss X, President X, and Master X. Beauty is a knife, and it sticks all these scumbags together.
Now that the knife is hot, all these dregs must be refined.
Just when everyone couldn't think of a solution, and was afraid that the next step would fall into nothingness, a good medicine to 'quench their thirst' arrived.
'We can't let the public opinion ferment anymore, someone must stand up and bear all this. '
Someone has to take responsibility for this.
'Then you choose someone! '
'Are you a fool when you're a netizen? ! If you choose someone at random, they will believe it? ! '
The voice of collapse and anger almost tore Qian Duoduo's face.
Qian Duoduo: "It's not just anyone, this person is my son, Qian Song." '
'…'
Tiger poison does not even eat its seeds.
This kind of rotten crime that has been stinking for thousands of years is actually willing to push his own son to take it out.
Then there is nothing to shirk, this man is qualified.
With feasible sinners, several people began to discuss feasible solutions.
Soon, the plan was completed, and the arrest and investigation operation, which had been stagnant, began to rotate.
The knife has fallen.
Qian Song was still on the run. After threatening several people one after another, someone finally gave him a positive answer and asked him to go home and wait for news.
He was ecstatic, told Qian Duoduo the news, and then settled in the villa, began to rest, feeling that his life had come to an end.
Then one day, out of the blue, he was arrested.
A number of police officers, together with people from the media and reporters from the Federal News, came to the door. Long guns, short cannons and laser guns were all aimed at him. Although he had done heinous things, Qian Song was still confused at the moment.
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[Our station has followed the federal police to the home of Qian, the first suspect in this case. We can see that our police quickly opened the door according to the password provided by the suspect's father...]
[He opened the door!]
In the picture, Qian Song's confused face was clearly captured by the camera.
A man in police uniform clamped his hands and put him in shackles. Qian Song began to struggle. The policeman said: "We have obtained evidence of your will to persecute her. You have been arrested. Please follow us." Take a trip!"
Persecuting her human will, Qian Song froze for a moment when he heard the charge.
The camera faithfully recorded this scene.
Self-media people and reporters flocked to him the moment he was caught in the car, "Mr. Qian Song, is this the first time you have forced your anchor to sell xx?"
"Why are you doing this?"
"Apart from the proposed Zhu Xing, have you communicated with anyone else?"
"Did you use your authority to do such a thing because you felt it was unfair to live outside?"
"Are you taking revenge on your father?"
A flood of questions came, and Qian Song was like a drowning fish, unable to answer anything.
It wasn't until a few minutes later that he realized and shouted: "I don't know what you are talking about!"
"These things have nothing to do with me!!"
"I need a lawyer!"
He jumped up and down hysterically as if he had been framed.
But who would want to hear him say that
Everything is a foregone conclusion.