Peerless prodigal system

At one thirty in the morning, Song Qianqian had dark circles under her eyes and was in a complicated mood. She was still waiting for Wu Liang to appear in the live broadcast room so late.

Until now, she was very surprised when the news came that Xinghe would withdraw the fish.

Originally, she didn't have much hope for Wu Liang to win the bet, because after all Xinghe is an old local tyrant of Shark TV, and his strength is obvious to all.

Therefore, she never thought that Wu Liang would win. She only hoped that there would be no conflict between Wu Liang and Xinghe after they met, and that it would be good not to make a big deal out of it.

However, the news that came now surprised her.

Winning or losing is not important to her, but as the winning party, she is also very happy.

At this moment, Wu Liang appeared, and the live broadcast room was boiling again.

"The boss is grand, the boss is awesome, even Xinghe was forced away by you."

"What is the background of the local tyrant? Is it the young master of the capital? Acting so low-key has a great deterrent effect, which shows that he is not only rich, but also powerful."

"I guess he is the young owner of Hongsheng Real Estate, young and promising, handsome and wealthy."

"Don't guess, everyone, he is my classmate, the CEO of Jumei Youpin, Chen Ou, do you know each other?"

Since ancient times, great gods have emerged from the barrage, Nima Wu Liang has no idea which Hongsheng Real Estate is.

When he saw someone speculate that he was Jumei Youpin CEO Chen Ou, he almost vomited blood.

In fact, he wanted to say that with the best Shenhao system in his body, surpassing Chen Ou is not a dream.

When Wu Liang came to Song Qianqian's live broadcast room, he only sent a barrage: "Qianqian, go to sleep, wake up tomorrow morning and go to work, pay attention to your body."

Song Qianqian just read the barrage, and was so moved that she shyly stretched out her hand to cover her face, and nodded slightly.

Wu Liang was speechless, but was he moved by just one sentence?Just shy?It's too simple!
Seeing Song Qianqian's shy and pretty appearance, Wu Liang was a little moved.

He sent another barrage: "Qianqian, in fact, you are very suitable for pink nurse uniforms, because your face is very fair, and pink will make your face more tender, delicate and cute, which will attract a lot of popularity. .”

Just after posting the barrage, Wu Liang couldn't help laughing.

Even though we met in real life, there was a small misunderstanding, but the other party didn't know who he was, this feeling was a little bit dark.

Although this product is bad, there is nothing wrong with this sentence.

Neither makes it clear that he likes to watch it, nor does it come across as being rude.

Besides, those who like Song Qianqian are all male fans, and everyone wants to see what Song Qianqian looks like in a pink nurse outfit, so they booed in the live broadcast room, and some people shouted that the two are together.

Song Qianqian nodded cautiously, and bit her cherry lips lightly, the atmosphere was awkward at this moment.

In desperation, Song Qianqian used singing to smooth things over. "Well, let me sing "Fairy Tale Town" for you all. It's getting late. After singing this song, it will be broadcast."

Song Qianqian, who was inexperienced in live broadcasting, could not control this rhythm at all.

Wu Liang felt that Song Qianqian was really shy, not pretending.

In the previous few encounters in the hospital, Song Qianqian looked a little cold, but now Wu Liang realized that Song Qianqian was not cold, but very reserved and shy, so it gave people a feeling that she was not easy to get close to.

After teasing Song Qianqian, Wu Liang lay down and fell asleep.

However, Song Qianqian couldn't fall asleep after tossing and turning.

She is still struggling, should she change into a pink nurse outfit tomorrow night?

It's impossible to wear a hospital nurse's uniform, and I don't have one at home, so I can only buy one.

Song Qianqian hugged the pillow in the shape of "Dabai", lying on the bed, thinking tangledly.

"No, why do I have to do the proposal proposed by the rich brother?"

"However, after all, the rich brother gave me a gift of 50 yuan. If I refused, it would be too unreasonable. Besides, the request is not too much. It's just a change of clothes."

"It's still not right, why do I care so much about the feelings of the rich brother..."

"Song Qianqian, you must not have such thoughts. If he is an uncle, then..."

Song Qianqian, who was caught in a tangle, kicked the quilt to the floor, swung a small powder fist, and hit the "Dabai" pillow a few times, as if to vent.

But in the end, she still had to obediently pick up the quilt. It was raining outside, and it was a little cold without the quilt.

The next day, Song Qianqian went to work as usual, but she looked tired.

She met Wu Liang in the hospital ward, but she couldn't recognize the local tyrant who supported her, who was Wu Liang in front of her.

Wu Liang also didn't tell Song Qianqian that it's not the right time yet, if Song Qianqian were to know the truth too early, then gift swiping would change the taste and cause Song Qianqian's misunderstanding.

The system stopped for a day, and at noon, the task was sent again.

【Ding】

[Yang Bo's Antique Trading Auction is in progress, the host please go quickly]

[The specific task details have not yet been announced, please host to play by ear]

Wu Liang had been to an auction last time, but this time it was different, it was a private antique trading auction, and it can be said that the water was very deep.

Why do you say that, because the collections of the official antique fairs have been identified and certified by experts, and they are all genuine products without imitations.

But this private auction is different. The water here is deep, and the antique collections are mixed, some are real and some are fake.

Privately held auctions have both disadvantages and advantages.Some antique collections, even the sellers do not know the authenticity and real price.

If you are knowledgeable or lucky, you can pick up the leak.

But if you don't know how to do it, and you are not lucky, the antique you bought home at a high price is likely to be a waste product.

Give it a go and turn your bike into a motorcycle.Take a gamble, the motorcycle becomes a Jeep.Those who participate in private antique fairs have to pay tuition fees at the beginning, and they are more likely to gamble on luck.

After receiving the task, Wu Liang decided to set off immediately.

But he didn't know where the location was, so he pulled out the system interface to see if it was marked.

However, it was found that the system interface was blurred.

【Ding】

[It takes 20 points to check the exact location, whether to check it or not]

Isn't this nonsense, of course you have to check it, the provincial capital is so big, it's very troublesome to find it.

Moreover, this kind of private antique trade fair is only attended by some insiders, and it is rarely exposed.

"Check." Wu Liang said to the system.

[Location: Lobby on the first floor of Longchang Building, Yang's Enterprise]

20 points have been deducted, the original 100 points, the remaining 80 points.

But knowing the exact location, Wu Liang also saved a lot of energy. Everything has to be done for the purpose of completing the task, and time is precious, so the devil knows what the system is going to do.

Twenty minutes later, Wu Liang drove his Phantom to the Longchang Building of Yang's enterprise.

Yang's is also a relatively well-known family-owned enterprise in the provincial capital. Among them, the old chairman Yang Bo is a lover of literature and entertainment, and was once very obsessed.

This private antique fair is named after him, which shows that his status in the circle is not low.

The security check at the private auction is even stricter than the official one.

The security check here is mainly divided into two floors. Entering from the main entrance of the main hall, you need to go through a security check.

From the lobby on the first floor to the second floor, there is a security check.

Security personnel have special equipment for detection.

Wu Liang successfully passed the security check on the first floor and wandered around in the lobby on the first floor.

Wu Liang analyzed that since the exchange house is divided into two floors, it means that the antiques on the two floors are still different.

There are many defective items in the collection in the lobby on the first floor, and the real bulk is upstairs.

However, it doesn't mean that there are no genuine products in the lobby on the first floor. The water is deep, the real and fake, good and bad, and experts sometimes get it wrong.

Wu Liang is just a layman when it comes to antiques, and he doesn't know much about them. Even if a pottery basin from the Han Dynasty is placed in front of him, he will use it as a urinal.

If it wasn't for the task given by the system, he couldn't have come to this place.

After wandering around the lobby on the first floor for half an hour, the system did not give any instructions, so Wu Liang had to go upstairs to have a look.

However, when he passed the second-level security check, he was stopped by the security guard.

"Sir, please show your business card." A burly security guard said to Wu Liang.

"I don't have a business card." Wu Liang said truthfully.

Wu Liang doesn't have a company or a job, so where did he get his business card from?

The security guard said directly: "Then sir, please show your identity certificate, for example, what unit and position you are in."

This is also the difference between private transaction auctions and official auctions. Those who can go to the second floor are obviously famous figures in the provincial capital.

There are rich people, there are collection experts, and there are also well-known collectors in the circle.

"Proof of identity? I'm a vagrant." Wu Liang said.

Wu Liang is the only one who can talk about the vagrants so indifferently.

At this time, the security guard frowned, "Sir, who are you from our provincial capital? Who is your father?"

The security guard had already said it very directly, since Wu Liang didn't have a job, anyone who dared to go up to the second floor was a rich second generation.

Wu Liang shook his head lightly, and replied with a normal expression: "My father is a farmer."