Mo Kun narrowed his eyes: "You can do whatever you want, don't hide it!"
"President Mo, has he forgotten how Fu Jin agreed to do things for us back then? For that person, he even got out of prison, and Mo Yongheng ordered him to bite him to death. If that person knew that Fu Jin was for her Do you think she will help us destroy the fashion show for Fu Jin?"
The corner of Duli's mouth curled into a gloomy smile.
Like a demon coming out of hell.
Hearing this, Mo Kun was taken aback for a moment, and soon, he showed the same smile.
"Since that's the case, what are you still doing? Contact her quickly and tell her that no matter what method you use, you must stop tonight's fashion show, or you will receive news of Fu Jin's death!"
"Yes, I will arrange it myself!" Du Li bowed respectfully, turned and left the Mohist villa.
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in the village.
As the setting sun disappeared bit by bit, the clear sky of thousands of miles was hidden under the night.
The sky is beautiful, a bright moon hangs in the sky.
The moonlight cast down is soft and bright.
At this moment, the villagers gathered near the square, obeying the command of the security personnel at the scene, and prepared to enter the square to light the fire.
The young girls who opened the show, sitting in the dressing room, are changing clothes and applying makeup.
Ethnic minorities have their own costumes and dances, and when the two are combined, it will definitely be amazing!
At the beginning, it can catch everyone's attention at once.
"Fu Qian, are you alright? It's almost time." Someone walked up to the dressing table and asked.
She is the lead dancer and wants to be the first on stage.
"It's almost ready, go out and wait for me first, I'll be right there!" Fu Qian replied with a smile.
"Then hurry up."
Several companions led out of the dressing room.
Fu Qian also hurriedly put away the changed clothes and was about to go out, but at this moment the phone rang...
on the square.
With professional directors and photographers, all the lenses in various locations of the square are in place, and we just wait for the time to officially start tonight's feast.
Nian Xiaomu stood at a corner of the square, watching this scene with eyes full of anticipation.
If her grandfather recovers from illness, she will be very happy to see his favorite tie-dye culture enter everyone's field of vision in this way...
Director Hong stood beside her, and the moment he heard the director's notification to light the fire, his eyes were red with the burning torch.
Just when I was about to sigh that I didn't expect the factory to survive and do such meaningful activities, I suddenly realized something was wrong.
"Why are the villagers gone?"
According to the process, once the bonfire is lit in the middle, it should be a picture of everyone holding torches and entering the square.
The crowd formed a circle with torches, and then a young girl wearing designer clothes and dancing folk dances entered the venue to celebrate...
But now, the bonfire has been lit, but no one has appeared in the square!
"Vice President Nian, it's not good!"
Not far away, someone hurriedly ran over here.
He ran to Nian Xiaomu in one breath.
"Vice President Nian, those villagers didn't know what happened, they suddenly refused to play, they kept calling us profiteers, saying they would not be used by us again, and many people tore up the clothes designed by designers, and wanted us Drive out of the village, what should we do now?"
As soon as the visitor finished speaking, some villagers holding torches appeared around the square.