A fake system fell from the sky

Dabao opened his eyes. It turns out that the Internet is so uncivilized. He thought that he and his master, Mrs. Wang, were the only ones who could curse people in the world. Now he understands that there are mountains as high as mountains.

You must know that most of the people who like to watch the live broadcast are teenagers in their 20s. What they are saying now is their true thoughts. Those teenagers who say dirty words are a little perverted. Let him go.

At this time, Tiantian Ningmeng Jiang was singing with her ponytail shaking, and a trembling Divine Comedy "Aiyo" was sung with high spirits and melodiousness, which received countless flowers and applause.

An iron fan who called me really poor donated ten rockets as soon as he came up.

There was a sound of envy and praise from 666 on the screen.

"Wow! The local tyrant is married."

"Lord, please accept my knee."

"If you're really poor, it's five thousand oceans. I give full marks to this comparison."

Even the sweet Lemon Sauce stopped singing, showed a sweet smile, and thanked this rich fan with fists.

"Thank you for the ten consecutive rockets that I am really poor, I love you!"

After thanking her, she then sang the unfinished song.

The fan who called me really poor seemed to like to enjoy the compliments from netizens, and another ten consecutive rockets fired onto the screen.

The people in the live broadcast room were singing praises again, with constant flattery.

The sweet Lemon Sauce was obviously also very excited, she kept clasping her fists to express her gratitude, and said she wanted to dance a dance to express her gratitude. I can receive a commission of 1 yuan from the [-] yuan tipped.

"Dancing is free, I still have something to do, for nothing."

I'm really poor and immediately flashed away after I finished speaking.

As soon as he left, the live broadcast room exploded.

"Run after pretending, you really are a rich man!"

"Father Shi, wait for me, I will take you to the bliss of the Western Paradise."

"It's so rich to be poor! I found that I don't even have the qualifications to be poor."

The atmosphere in the live broadcast room was very lively, and Dabao couldn't help laughing, no wonder so many people liked to watch the live broadcast, and they really enjoyed the spirit.

Especially when using rockets, countless viewers praised him. This feeling is really cool. Dabao has the urge to spend some money to use rockets. With a small goal of 300 million on his head, it can be said that he is poorer than anyone else now.

Although he doesn't have the money to buy gifts, it doesn't prevent him from sending messages to make fun of it.

Burn my little baby: "Lingmeng Lemeng, I love you, I really want to scratch your little ass."

Just at this time, the sweet Lemon Sauce was twisting her waist and dancing a hot and sexy dance. Everyone in the live broadcast room was attracted by her dance, so no one on the screen had time to talk.

Dabao's message stayed there for a long time, and most people noticed it, which immediately attracted a lot of condemnation.

"Where is the idiot who dares to tease our little fairy?"

"Poor Bi, you can't bear to brush even a cucumber, what a blind Bibi."

"Damn it, isn't this room 6280, the anchor who smoked in the live broadcast? Why, the live broadcast room is closed down!"

"Smoking live? I'll wipe it! Talent! Has the cigarette money been paid back?"

"Still burning baby, I think it's only as big as a peanut, and it's not enough to fit between teeth after being cooked, hahaha!"

Dabao yawned in the midst of condemnation and abuse, and typed a line: "A bunch of idiots!!!"

Shut down, power on, close your eyes, and go to sleep.

……

At nine o'clock in the morning, Han Mei came to the intensive care unit of Tongren Hospital with two boxes of gifts.

In the ward, Zhou Delong was joking with the little nurse. When he saw Han Mei coming in, he immediately stopped laughing, lowered his face, and pointed to the sofa next to him: "Director Han, let's do it."

Han Mei put the gift on the ground, walked to the sofa and sat down gracefully, looked at Zhou Delong and said lightly, "Uncle Zhou, are you feeling better? There are so many things going on in the group, we can't do it without you."

"If the group leaves, everyone will continue to turn around. I am an old bone, and it is time to take a good rest."

Zhou Delong said flatly that he had already found out who the person who beat him was, but even if this person was the godson of the chairman, he was too arrogant to do things, and he was completely ignored as the president of the group. Seeing that there was no hope of remuneration, and he made such a big scandal again, one can imagine the resentment in his heart.

"Uh!"

Han Mei pretended to be surprised, thought for a while and said slowly: "Uncle Zhou has really worked hard all these years, Aunt Jiang and the child are both in Canada, right? You are separated from them for the development of the group. Daosheng and I will live together forever." I will never forget your contribution."

This was obviously a compliment to him, but Zhou Delong became more and more disgusted the more he heard it. Could it be that Han Mei really wanted to take him down and let him go home to be a sensible person and wait for dividends every year?

Once people have power, they don't want to let it go. Zhou Delong is the same. He has long been used to being surrounded by others to flatter him. Once he loses the position of president, who will take him seriously without power?
Thinking of the important projects he is in charge of now, he feels a lot of relief. Not to mention anything else, it is the relationships he has worked so hard to get through these years. It is really hard to change someone as the president.

"Yesterday, Aunt Jiang called me, jokingly saying, when will we let Lao Zhou come back? I thought so, no matter how important the development of the group is, it can't delay Uncle Zhou and Aunt Jiang from enjoying the family happiness, no, so let's have fun Tell her, I will let you go back soon, I think so, Uncle Zhou takes time to go to the group and hand over the business in his hand, so I have an account with Aunt Jiang."

After speaking, Han Mei quietly waited for his reaction.

Zhou Delong stared at Han Mei with unbelievable eyes. Although the other party's expression was flat, it revealed incomparable determination, and suddenly his heart was ashamed, and he sighed: "That's all, it seems that I am really old, I can't If I continue to shine for the group, I will resign tomorrow."

Han Mei smiled slightly: "Uncle Zhou, do you see that the relationship you have developed over the years is also..."

She didn't go into details about the next words, she knew that Zhou Delong could understand.

"I'm retired, who will give me face, my relationship? It doesn't matter!"

Zhou Delong snorted coldly. To put it bluntly, his relationships were all evidence secretly photographed when he was having fun with the powerful. Now that he has removed his CEO, he is still thinking about his evidence, so go dreaming.

"Uncle Zhou, your son is in charge of the business in Canada, right? I checked the accounts there, and they are really good, almost flawless, but a fake account is a fake account, and it will never be true. There are more than 8000 million missing on it. Whose pocket did the money go into? I don’t need to say it clearly.”

"it is good."

Zhou Delong's eyelids drooped, and he sighed heavily: "I'll hand it over!"

"Then, Uncle Zhou, just take good care of him. I'll come and see you when I have time."

Han Mei stood up and walked out with graceful steps.

On the hospital bed, Zhou Zelong stared blankly at the ceiling: "What a powerful woman!"