The most luxurious system: 10 billion rewards for the start

As a gold medal assistant, she is very good at digging out the bits and pieces of the anchor's life, and spares no effort to please the fans.

Unexpected.

Today, this drunk guy actually attracted a mysterious local tyrant.

"Wow, little Ling'er has made a lot of money, and she still doesn't kneel down and call the gold master's papa."

"Little Ling'er, do you know who he is? The user name, delivery boy, also has a dream, that is, the delivery king of Doutu, who made millions of dollars once he made a move."

"Little Ling'er, take good care of it, your drunken hazy appearance is too sloppy."

"..."

Feng Xiaomei only felt that her head was numb, and she hadn't woken up from the shock of the luxury car and villa brought by Lin Chuan at this moment.

As soon as the broadcast was broadcast, the host directly came to 100 million critical hits.

Mom.

Tonight is bound to be a sleepless night.

"Little Ling'er, hurry up, thank the takeaway boss, they gave you so many gifts."

The female assistant is a little anxious, she has too little eyesight, 30 silver is spent in vain, and there is not even a word of thanks.

Only then did Feng Xiaomei come to her senses, "Xia Rifengling thank you for the gift from the delivery manager, it cost you a lot."

Feng Xiaomei: "What programs do takeaways always like to watch? Xiao Ling'er is good at singing, dancing, and doing magic tricks."

"Also, pretend to be cute, be funny, be coquettish, and be a baby."

"Little Ling'er, don't hide it, show all your unique skills, and quickly serve the takeaway."

"..."

The people who eat melons are boiling, and the barrage is flying.

This is the most proud owner of Dou Tu. I didn't expect a certain sound to come. Whether you can catch it depends on the charm of Xiao Ling'er.

Feng Xiaomei couldn't laugh or cry looking at these bad friends.

Nima.

It's a loss one by one.

Lin Chuan smiled lightly.

Still did not speak.

After all, Shenhao's personality is not based on talk, but on spending a lot of money.

The remaining 70 yuan can be converted to 233 sounds of nature.

Simply.

Throw it all away.

boom!
The takeaway boy also has a dream, and rewarded 233 sounds of nature from the host of summer wind chimes*.

The screen is full of red again.

thump.

The female assistant fell headlong to the ground.

I didn't get up for a long time.

In contrast, Feng Xiaomei is quite calm. After all, she is not a novice, and she has seen several big-spending clients.

But no one has such a trench.

It's the first time I come here, and the first shot is a gift of 100 million yuan.

It's really unbearable without a strong heart.

Feng Xiaomei: "The delivery manager, don't use it anymore, the little girl can't bear it."

The takeaway brother always said: "The road is far away, see you by fate!"

then.

Exited the live broadcast room.

Only Feng Xiaomei and a group of people who eat melons were left in a mess.

This, this is gone.

Leave 100 million presents behind.

Not a single request was made.

"This takeaway is always so weird. Could it be that I'm greedy for my body because of my appearance, and I want to put a long line to catch big fish."

"I will never follow or not, too rich and too rich, but I don't know what he looks like, could he be a bad old man?"

"..."

Feng Xiaomei rested her chin on her hands, her face flushed with shame, and she fell into reverie.

There are also unspoken rules in the live broadcast circle. Many female anchors have online dating with local tyrants, and even step on several boats with one foot.

The purpose is to please them and let them swipe gifts.

Of course, local tyrants are not fools, and it is impossible to spend a lot of money without purpose. Most of them are greedy.

But this takeaway is always too weird, so he just swiped the gift and left.

The posture of turning around and leaving is handsome.

Could it be playing hard to get.

Feng Xiaomei thought about adding friends in the background, but was rejected.

Immediately, my heart is like the fallen leaves after the autumn wind, pulling out the coolness.

It seems that he didn't like him anymore, probably because he was too drunk and convulsed, and he specially used 100 million to distribute money in the live broadcast room.

She was a little dumbfounded.

Then a large number of people who eat melons poured into the live broadcast room.

After all, wherever there are local tyrants, there is the most popular place to gather.

"Ah, let's go, that boss actually quit silently."

"Flick off your clothes when it's over, and hide your achievements and fame."

"Oh, I still want to hug my thigh, ask him if he still lacks a pendant for his thigh."

"..."

There was a lot of discussion among the people eating melons, and some people even posted a post.

[Mysterious local tyrant swiped 100 million in anger, and spent all his money just to smile for the Pomeranian]

This post immediately attracted countless comments, and half an hour later it was on the hot search list of a certain music.

at the same time.

A certain music anchor group also exploded.

"Hehe, isn't it just 100 million, what's so great about it."

"Haha, if you can't eat grapes, do you say that the grapes are sour? If you have the ability, ask others to brush it for you."

"If there is a big boss who gives me a gift of 100 million, no matter where he is in the world or the corner of the earth, my little girl will follow him to the death and never leave him."

"If you want to fart, I will give you some gifts, and you will have to marry him with your body. The local tyrants will probably be scared to pee."

"..."

The work groups of various departments of a certain music also exploded.

"Damn it, I broke the record for the highest recharge in a day, it's really cool."

"This guy seems to be the one who fights the rabbit. The takeaway guy also has a dream. Once he makes a move, he will get hundreds of super fires, and he even opened the super emperor."

The traffic on a certain music platform is huge, but the consumption level is not increasing. The reason for this is that most of the fans are students and dicks.

Of these two types of people, the former is the Shenshou clan, and the latter is the Moonlight clan.

Apart from yelling and watching the excitement, basically it doesn't cost a penny.

"It seems that it is aimed at Feng Xiaomei, otherwise so many live broadcast rooms have entered her, and we will increase the promotion of Feng Xiaomei in the future."

The executives are very realistic. After all, they rely on performance commissions. Whoever can attract local tyrants to take action will be the big sister.

"I went to the Doutu forum just now. That takeaway is always famous, and even threatened to be number one on the overall list."

"Call Feng Xiaomei right away and tell her to work hard to please the delivery manager, and don't let him slip back to Doutu again."

"..."

That night Feng Xiaomei tossed and turned sleeplessly.

Pagani Fengshen luxury car, Yaoxuan Huating villa, and Lin Chuan's handsome face kept overlapping.

He seemed to be waving at her frequently.

And this delivery boy also had dreams, and he broke into her dreams arbitrarily.

I couldn't see her face clearly, leaving only her tall and straight back.

Then it overlapped with Lin Chuan's figure again, and the two became one.

Until it was almost dawn, a thought came to me spontaneously.

Could it be that Lin Chuan is the delivery boy who also has dreams?

It must be Lin Chuan who cared about his classmates, and then specially came to the live broadcast room to take care of me.

Yes, definitely so.

I remember that when he was in school, he had a straight face all day long, and he was neither cold nor indifferent to me. It turned out that love was hard to express in his heart.

Have a crush on me.

The more Feng Xiaomei thought about it, the more reasonable she felt, and quickly sent Lin Chuan an authoritative message.

[Feng Xiaomei: Do you mean that delivery boy in the live broadcast also has dreams?]

[Lin Chuan:? ? ? 】

Lin Chuan just woke up.

Pick up your phone and take a look.

A black question mark.