Chapter 96: .The male supporting role of the real prince 6
He Dongchen followed the host on stage, and the group walked to the middle of the stage, and the recording started again.
During the break, the staff came out to explain, saying that it was the effect of the program, and the audience was worried about it. Why should He Dongchen not be allowed to talk about the effect of the program?
Everyone took their positions, the director wiped the sweat from his brow, and said with a sigh of relief, "Start."
Thirty-six cameras shot in all directions.
The host was about to speak with an elegant smile, when He Dongchen suddenly came down from the small platform, walked towards her, pointed at her hair, and whispered, "Something's wrong."
The host's heart skipped a beat, is the wig messed up! ? She stretched out her hand to find out, He Dongchen took the microphone in her hand and smiled considerately: "Let me hold it for you."
The host subconsciously felt that something was wrong, but making a fool of himself was a more serious matter, so he let go of the microphone and raised his hand to tidy up his hair, which could be cut off later anyway.
Backstage, the director was furious.
"You idiot! Get the microphone back!"
The host was taken aback by the roar in the earphones, and without thinking about it, he immediately took back the microphone.
He Dongchen did not refuse.
The host is in the game and knows nothing, but other people can see clearly!
He Dongchen changed the microphone!
why! ?
The audience is puzzled, eyes wide open waiting for the answer.
The ignorant host raised the microphone with a smile, and said slowly, "Please return He Dongchen to your seat."
However, the sound did not come out, the host frowned, the microphone is broken?
Just as he was about to ask the staff to change to a better one, He Dongchen who was next to him suddenly said angrily: "I accidentally picked up the wrong one just now. The one in my hand belongs to you. I'm so sorry. But it doesn't matter. I believe the backstage will be adjusted soon. You can't give me a microphone that is completely broken and can't make a sound?"
Before the words fell, the audience was in an uproar.
"My God, I was going to turn off He Dongchen's microphone just now, and now I'm going to give it to someone who can't speak?"
"Wait and see, maybe the backstage has been adjusted."
"Maybe it's the effect of the show."
"We look like fools? The effect of the show? Who are you fooling?"
The auditorium was in chaos. They came here to be spectators, not fools.
Now it's obvious that the show crew won't let He Dongchen, the sufferer, speak!
Unscrupulous program!
He Dongchen's words directly put the program team on the fire. The host was in a dilemma, and insisted on changing the microphone. Isn't that a disguised admission that they deliberately made things difficult for He Dongchen, but if they didn't change it, the director had already told her that this microphone was just a model, and it was impossible to make a sound.
The host was sweating profusely and felt bitter. He knew that he shouldn't have accepted this show.
When the scene was deadlocked, He Dongchen took the cue card from the host's hand very familiarly, and spoke when no one could react.
"Since there is a problem with the host's microphone, I'll take over."
After speaking, he glanced at the reminder card, showed a meaningful smile, and said to He Zhenglan, who was beside him with a sullen face: "Mr. He, you are worth hundreds of millions. Who do you plan to be the heir, the adopted daughter or your own son."
He Zhenglan refused to answer, and warned: "This is a recorded program, don't mess around."
He Dongchen didn't seem to hear it, and continued to ask questions on his own: "What do you think of He Gou who passed away unfortunately a few months ago?"
"He Gou has been beating your own son violently for ten years. How did you open your mind and not vent your anger, and continue to pamper and love He Gou's own daughter? You can't call yourself a saint?"
"You left your family property to He Sijia, have you thought about meeting He Gou in a hundred years' time?"
He Dongchen quickly threw out one question after another, like a violent storm, raining down in groups one after another, without giving anyone a chance to resist.
He Zhenglan was so overwhelmed that he couldn't breathe, feeling like he was being slapped one after another in public! He didn't want to answer any of these questions!
The audience didn't think it was a big deal to watch the excitement at the moment, and kept booing in the audience.
"Turn off the microphone! Don't let him talk anymore!" The director broke down and yelled, this show is all messed up.
It is a great shame and shame for a guest to turn against the guest!
The staff hurriedly turned off the microphone that originally belonged to the host, but after a few fiddles, they cried, "Director, I still can't turn it off."
"What nonsense are you talking about!" The director squeezed the other person away and went on by himself, and then found that it really couldn't be closed!
"Fuck, hell! I can't believe it."
The director is cursing in the background.
On the stage, He Dongchen had already let He Zhenglan go, turned around abruptly, and aimed at the timid He Juan: "Ms. He, what are your plans for the future? Do you want to continue living in the He family?"
He Juan was relatively honest. She was taken aback when her name was suddenly called, and subconsciously replied: "Get ready, get ready to move out, and see the children again on weekends."
He Dongchen was surprised when he heard the words: "How could Ms. He have such an idea? It would be nice to stay in the He family. I don't have to worry about food or drink. I live in a luxury house and get in and out of luxury cars, and my son who I raised by myself is by my side. There are even more money." Caring biological daughter, the life is so beautiful, why do you want to move out? Mr. He and Ms. Lin have enough money to raise two children at the same time, one more than you is not much."
He Juan was stunned by the string of words, she faltered for a long time without uttering a word, and she didn't want to leave the He family if she could.
He Juan originally had a bitter look, but now she waved her hands at a loss, she looked extremely pitiful.
He Sijia couldn't bear it anymore, and said suddenly: "Don't force her anymore! Mother He is not happy at home at all! She is trembling all day long, and she doesn't even dare to eat an extra bowl."
"You mean, the He family made things difficult for her on purpose?" He Dongchen said unhurriedly.
He Sijia was at a loss for words, subconsciously glanced at He Zhenglan and Lin Xiumei who had sullen faces, and quickly shook his head: "No! Parents are fine, and Mother He is also fine, it's just that their living habits don't match up. If they live together reluctantly, no one will be happy."
"How could it be? The gap between the two of us is eighteen years. We live under the same roof. We are very happy. Our two families live together happily, don't we?"
He Sijia blurted out the words in her heart: "That's not the case at all! Every day I stay at home, I can't breathe!"
He Dongchen pressed on step by step: "So who will leave, I will leave, or you will leave?"
"I..." He Sijia was speechless, yes, mother He is not comfortable living at home, she can leave, then she and He Dongchen are not getting along well, who will leave? Do you want He Dongchen to leave?
So in the final analysis, she was still an eyesore.
He Sijia looked around in a daze, and cast his gaze at Sima Yongqing in the auditorium.
Sima Yongqing showed a comforting smile, quickly swipe his fingers, and sent a message.
Backstage, when the director received the news, he closed his eyes and asked someone to go up and give the host a microphone.
Anyway, the show has already collapsed, so it doesn't matter.
No matter how violent the audience is, without a mobile phone, there is no evidence left. As soon as the show airs, another batch of sailors will be bought, and the voices of five hundred people will be instantly drowned out.
At the front desk, the audience who were still waiting for He Sijia's narration saw someone running up to the stage to give the host a microphone, and they were in an uproar, what did they not understand! The black heart program group really gave He Dongchen a microphone that can't make a sound!
The purpose of suppressing the real crown prince He Dongchen was naturally to whitewash the fake daughter He Sijia.
So this show is a whitewashing show that reverses black and white!
The audience was outraged.
He Sijia was already very lucky to win, so why should he step on the poor He Dongchen!
Has the conscience of this show been eaten by dogs! ?
There was commotion in the audience, but on the stage, He Dongchen was still calm and unhurried, with the aura of letting things wind from east to west.
The host got the microphone, bit the bullet and said according to the director's words: "Everyone has their own choice. He Juan has worked hard for half her life, and now she wants to leave the He family and start a new life of her own. He Dongchen, you are **** for your own selfish desires." Doesn't her footsteps feel very selfish?"
Guan Xianshi had already firmly attached the wig and regrouped: "That's right, the wrong thing was just an accident. Although He Juan failed to give you a prosperous life, she never let you down, and she is also innocent."
The two sang together and transferred the conflict to He Dongchen and He Juan.
He Juan was born with a bitter look and was in a disadvantaged position, but also had the grace of nurturing He Dongchen, a natural advantage.
After such a combination of punches, the audience has been taken away.
He Dongchen still didn't panic. Under everyone's puzzled or nervous eyes, he stepped forward a few steps, grabbed He Juan's thin and small hand, squatted down, looked at her and said seriously: "Yes, my mother She is innocent. She is so innocent. A woman wants to support her family and endure her husband’s domestic violence all year round. She insists on killing her and not getting a divorce, just to give me a home. I am so touched, every time my mother is beaten , I will rush to protect her. When I was six years old, I was kicked in the stomach by He Gou, and it hurt for three days. When I was ten years old, on my birthday, He Gou hit my head with a wine bottle, and the blood flowed all over the floor. , because I didn’t have money to go to the hospital, I just took ointment and put it on, and now I still have a scar on my head..."
He Dongchen counted the injuries that the original body had suffered one by one, and finally even took off his shirt, revealing a back full of scars, densely packed and shocking.
The audience was silent, including the host and director lost their voices.
He Juan began to tremble, and tried to escape from the stage several times, but was held tightly by He Dongchen.
"Mom, I really love you. Every scar on my body is full of love for you."
"I'm sorry, child, I'm sorry for you." He Juan cried so hard that she wanted to kneel down for He Dongchen.
He Dongchen tightly tugged on her wrist, still smiling, and said in a gentle tone: "But why, my great and innocent mother would weave a beautiful hat and keep it as a treasure every year on my birthday. Eight years, exactly eighteen hats!"
He Juan's crying stopped, her pupils shrank slightly.
He Zhenglan, who originally planned to give up his son, stood up abruptly, having trouble breathing, and trembling all over.
Others didn't know, so some quick-witted ones had already guessed the truth. In an instant, it was as if a mountain was pressing down on the top, and they couldn't breathe heavily.
If that's the truth, how vicious it is.
He Dongchen showed a smile, and under everyone's attention, he slowly said: "Why, my great mother, after knowing that He Sijia and I are in the same class, resigned without hesitation from the newly promoted team leader in the factory and ran to school. In the cafeteria, I was a vegetable ordering aunt, and every time I ordered the fullest dishes for He Sijia, but she turned around and told me, to avoid suspicion, order less dishes."
"I didn't!" He Juan screamed, and the piercing voice was amplified through the microphone and pierced into everyone's brains.
He Dongchen chuckled, let go of his hand, and He Juan knelt down on the ground.
With a bang, his knee hit the tiled stage.
He Dongchen stood up straight and looked down at her condescendingly.