Qin Hai's question still lingered in their ears, echoing for a long time.

The young men and women who had just accused Qin Hai of slandering Kim Jong-gong were speechless. The ones who had insulted Qin Hai were also tongue-tied.

On one side, more than a dozen people had hammered him with iron hammers countless times, and Kim Jong-il even said he had hit his arm sour.

On the other side, Qin Hai lightly stepped on the ground.

The result was what was known as an incomparably st.u.r.dy gla.s.s floor that couldn't be broken apart in an instant. This sharp contrast was too intense, to the point that it completely shocked everyone who saw it.

For the first time, Mr Kim's positive image in the minds of his fans is in danger of collapse.

Was he really lying?

Many fans were already looking at Kim Jong-il with suspicion in their eyes. Although they were reluctant to admit it, the ironclad reality was in front of their eyes and they could not help but admit it.

On the stage, Kim Jong Xun was still looking at the golden brick in Qin Hai's hand in a daze, muttering, "Impossible, this is impossible, this is definitely impossible!"

Beside him, the host was also dumbfounded. He never thought that things would turn out like this. The gla.s.s floor tiles that could not be broken by anyone no matter how much they were knocked down were actually so vulnerable in front of Qin Hai. He did not even use his hammer and only stepped lightly on the gla.s.s floor tiles to break them.

The host couldn't help but look at the two remaining gla.s.s floor tiles and then at the two yellow gold tiles underneath.

That was a golden brick!

Kim Jong-hyun stared angrily at Qin Hai and kept saying something. Unfortunately, he did not know Chinese. Other than an interpreter, no one could understand what he was saying.

However, Kim Jong Xun's current appearance had awoken the host from his frenzy. He subconsciously glanced at Fatty Liu at the entrance of the stage, and when he saw his gloomy face, he was shocked. If he had really stepped on those two floor tiles like Qin Hai did, Fatty Liu definitely wouldn't have let him off.

After the translator finished, Kim Jong-il continued to babble a lot of things. The translator continued, "Mr. Kim Jong-hyun said that although he did not use an iron hammer, he was very tall and powerful. He must have stepped on the gla.s.s floor tiles with more force than the hammer could have, so it does not mean that the gla.s.s floor tiles are inferior products. Furthermore, he is willing to vouch for his reputation. He was not lying just now, and the three gla.s.s floor tiles here are all extremely st.u.r.dy! "

Upon seeing this, Kim Jong - gong secretly heaved a sigh of relief. He then cast a mocking glance at Qin Hai, the disdain in his eyes clearly expressed.

The host, who came to his senses, quickly added, "Mr. Kim Jong-il is right, no product can guarantee a 100% pa.s.s rate. Even the most rigorous inspection will reveal that there are still some unqualified products that have yet to be found.

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After he finished speaking to the audience, the host turned to look at Qin Hai and the others, smiling, "Therefore, just by looking at the situation on this piece of tile, it is impossible to prove that Mr. Kim Jong-il is lying. In fact, the ten friends who came on stage earlier were all chosen at random.

More and more discussions broke out below the stage. Someone shouted once again, "I support Kim Jong-il Ooba. He won't lie. Don't maliciously slander him!"

"Right, I also believe Kim Jong Un and Euba!"

"Me too!"

… ….

With someone taking the lead, more and more people began to speak out, choosing to continue to believe and support Kim Jong-il. However, compared to before, the number of people who spoke was much lesser.

"Puchi!"

Laughter came from behind Qin Hai. There was no need to ask, it was naturally Xiaoxiao and the monk, Tianxin. A lot of people below the stage also laughed, and a lot of people stared at the piece of golden brick in Qin Hai's hand with envious and jealous gazes.

A whole golden brick! This was a chance that could only be found and not sought for!

Those people's eyes were burning with pa.s.sion. If possible, they wished that the person who was holding the golden brick in their hands was themselves!

Unfortunately, it was too late to say anything.

Some people cast their gazes at the remaining two gla.s.s floor tiles. They had the thought of trying to get on the stage, but it quickly disappeared. A gla.s.s floor tile was a defective product, which was equivalent to a lottery prize. It was impossible to hope that the remaining two floors were defective products.

As if he had seen through their thoughts, Qin Hai suddenly said, "Now, there are only two pieces of gla.s.s floor tiles left. Don't you want to try your luck? Perhaps the remaining two floor tiles will have internal injuries. As long as you knock them down lightly, they will shatter. Then, you can easily get two pieces of Golden Brick! "

There was a murmur from below the stage, but no one came up. The host smiled awkwardly, "Sir, you really know how to joke. Our gla.s.s floor tiles were strictly tested before they left the factory, so it's not an exaggeration to say that we only have one or two defective products out of the ten thousand, so the remaining two floor tiles are definitely qualified and definitely different from the one we just had."

Qin Hai looked at the host with a faint smile. "Are you sure?" Section error, click on this report (no registration), after reporting the maintenance personnel will correct chapter content within two minutes, please wait patiently, and refresh the page.