Kill crazy! The real daughter rushed to rectify the rich family!

The champagne tower has been pushed out some distance.

It just happened to block his sight for a moment - he took a last look at the audience before leaving the stage - although he knew that there would be countless opportunities like this in the future to look down on everyone and be the center of attention, this was a memorable first time after all, and he wanted to savor it more.

In sight was a shaky champagne tower with a missing tip.

But it was only for a second.

The cart was pushed down, the obstruction disappeared, and he saw a corner of a blue hard hat in the distance.

The slow and leisurely heartbeat paused for a beat.

In fact, he didn't have time to think of anything, but his eyes were involuntarily attracted by the moving hat - the hat was so strange, it didn't look like a top hat that a guest attending a dinner party would wear.

Wen Rong slowed down his steps as he walked towards the side of the stage.

The applause is still going on.

Among the applauding crowd, anyone who saw those hats involuntarily fell silent and made way.

Then everyone gave way, and soon a passage was formed that continued to extend towards the stage.

The champagne tower passed by this group of silent people wearing hats.

The swaying wine reflected the cold and serious eyes under the brim of the hat, which was out of tune with the world of fame and fortune with its fancy clothes and extravagant life, but it attracted the attention of every guest who passed by like a magnet.

Wen Rong's footsteps completely stopped on the stage.

This was a subconscious pause - if his mind was working faster, he would definitely not stop here, he would immediately step down from the stage, immediately run, and immediately submerge himself in the crowd.

But most people will inevitably have a momentary freezing reaction when they see a large truck coming head-on.

He was in a state of freezing reaction at this point.

——He realized who those people were.

It's the police.

Policemen.

What do the police do?

If you ask a four-year-old child, he or she will give a conditioned reflex answer.

It's to arrest people.

Who are you arresting?

Catch the bad guys.

Catch the criminal.

Wen Rong's brain instantly split into two halves - one half was frantically thinking whether someone at the scene had committed a crime, or if something had gone wrong at the company, and how he should solve it and how to face these uninvited guests as decently as possible.

The other half… the other half, the other half was shouting, screaming, and shouting frantically, "It's not for me! It's definitely not for me! It has nothing to do with me!"

……

It seemed like just a flash, and the group of people had walked under the stage and climbed up easily.

Wen Rong's brain was boiling, his pupils were shrunken, but the corners of his mouth subconsciously curled up into a smile.

He was elegant and had a proper expression. He was dignified and gentle. He extended his hand to these "guests" and said, "Good evening, officers. Why are you here at Wen's Group today?"

In the audience, guests who were far away and didn't have time to see the police were still applauding the stage enthusiastically, and chatting with people around them: "Who suddenly came on stage? Why do they look like policemen?"

The discussion has not yet produced any results.

Hundreds of guests in the audience, some silent, some applauding; three million viewers in front of the screen, some moved, some confused - countless pairs of burning eyes staring at the event, the focus of everyone's attention.

Click——

A pair of silver handcuffs were put on the elegant and noble hand that was stretched out to shake hands with the police officer.

squeak--

One of the musicians in the backstage orchestra made a mistake and produced a piercing noise.

Then the ups and downs of the melody came to an abrupt end.

The whole place fell into a dead silence where one could hear a pin drop.

In the dead silence as if the world had stopped turning, only the police officer's serious and indifferent voice was steady and resounding throughout the venue: "Wen Rong, you are suspected of intentional homicide, illegal fundraising, embezzlement and other crimes. With the approval of the Yuzhou Municipal People's Procuratorate, compulsory measures of arrest are now being taken against you."

The document was held up, gleaming in the light: "Here's an arrest warrant - come with us."

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There were hundreds and millions of people under the stage and in front of the screen. All those who saw and heard this scene were stunned.

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The policeman lowered his head to handcuff his other hand.

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The frozen expression on Wen Rong's face twitched violently like a melting human skin mask.

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The cool touch approached his other hand, which was clutching the cane.

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The coolness instantly penetrated into his bones, and the next moment it was about to touch his wrist - his noble hand, the hand that would raise the first glass of the champagne tower and sign countless important contracts from now on.

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The face twitched violently again.

It's like a zombie suddenly jumps up.

It is hard to tell whether he suddenly woke up or went crazy.

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"Do not!!!"

The handcuffs were opened in the last tenth of a second before they were tightened on the wrists by the sudden swing of the cane.

There was a crisp sound, and countless people in the audience gasped.

"You are mistaken! You must be mistaken! What are you talking about? You are not police officers, are you? You are impostors! Bodyguards? Bodyguards! Where are the bodyguards? Where are all the people? Come and kick these impostors out! Is this a place where anyone can enter casually?! Bodyguards! Bodyguards!!!"

Under the boss's crazy call, several people in black suits had to go on stage.

Wen Rong raised his cane and pointed at the police in front of him: "I warn you not to play this kind of trick on me, take this off immediately! There must be a limit to pranks! You..."

"You're going to resist arrest and assault the police?"

The leading policeman showed the arrest warrant again with a stern face, and the person behind him showed another police officer ID.

"We are from the Municipal Public Security Bureau, Wen Rong, don't put up a pointless resistance. You killed your wife seven years ago, and attempted to kill your son a year ago. There is evidence, and resistance is useless. The arrest warrant has been issued. If you have any objections, you can file them with the procuratorate, but now you must come with us!"

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"Fuck!!!!!"

"What the hell? Did I hear that right?"

"Ah? Ah? Ah? Ah? What? Am I hallucinating?"

"I'm hallucinating?!!!"

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The hot searches exploded, and the popularity on all platforms exploded.

Two video software crashed, and the forum and Weibo crashed at the same time.

Less than a minute after the netizens who were watching the show screamed and went crazy, the crashed program was restored at lightning speed.

The programmers who were working overtime were scratching their heads anxiously and confused: "What's going on? We haven't had time to fix it yet. What's going on?!"

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No one and nothing can prevent millions of viewers from watching this grand performance at the same time.

It was indeed a carnival feast.

Someone in the audience raised his arm and waved his index and middle fingers lightly.

That is the conductor's gesture, indicating that the music has begun.

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On the stage, in the shadows, the musician held the violin and raised his arm to play.

The melody rises again.

The goddess of fate.