Qin Hao was working on the computer while Chen Ping watched closely behind him, his eyes gleaming as if he had seen a beautiful woman.
Just then, the chubby guy suddenly yelled, "Damn, bro, you guys should quickly check the internet, it's blowing up."
"What's up?" Qin Hao was startled by his reaction.
The chubby guy said, "Someone is tearing into a top-tier domestic female star."
Qin Hao was somewhat speechless, "What's there to see? Just some idle people stirring up drama."
"No, bro, take a look." The chubby guy said, walking over with his phone.
A top-tier domestic star receives the National Spirit Creator Award!
The chubby guy said, "National Spirit Creator, are they kidding me? How would that make the scientists, soldiers, and martyrs feel?"
Qin Hao frowned slightly, "Which organization issued this? It's too arbitrary, right?"
"A foreign car company, Mercedes, issued it."
Qin Hao chuckled, an award filled with commercial flavor.
