I fall in love with a super AI

Chapter 246 Looking up at the sky at a 45-degree angle
Sure enough, the enemy's Dada Seymour - on fire!
After witnessing Dada Seymour's true face, Short said goodbye to A Si and Xiao Fen, and left the hotel with a heavy heart.

As soon as he stepped out of the door, a bus slowly passed in front of him with a huge advertisement on it, which read: Dada Seymour, you are only one step away from realizing your dream, what are you waiting for?
Short almost spat out a mouthful of old blood, he swallowed hard, as if he swallowed not his own saliva but an iron nail that could pierce the heart, and he was invincible in the esophagus, "Pfft!" Destination... Ouch, it hurts!
Desperately, Short walked to his car, and the toll collector came over and said, "40 yuan."

Short took out his wallet and found that there was not enough change, so he had to say: "Pay with your mobile phone, I will scan you."

The toll collector said: "Okay." And handed over the mobile phone... "Oh, I'm sorry, wait a moment."

Although it was just a glance, Short recognized that the active interface on the toll collector's phone was Dada Seymour.

Short sighed for a long time, this is simply a rhythm that does not allow people to live.The whole world is full of enemies, and he is the lone warrior who stands alone. It’s only the first day of the launch. The popularity can be seen everywhere. You don’t need to look at the data to guess it. Dada Seymour’s coverage rate is definitely It's an exaggerated number.

The pressure made Short breathless.

"What's the matter with you?" Seeing that Short was a little unusual, the toll collector asked with concern while handing over his payment QR code.

"Drip!" Short made the payment successfully. "It's nothing, I'm addicted to smoking..."

The toll collector looked at Short with surprised eyes, watched him take out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket, put one in his mouth, and handed another out...

Short felt as if he had met a "sunrise crowd"!This look can kill people, full of suspicion, just like looking at a drug addict.

Short was so frightened that he trembled and quickly explained: "No, this is just an ordinary cigarette... If you don't believe me, smoke it."

"I'm sorry, I don't smoke." The toll collector stretched out an arm and uprightly separated Short's hand passing the cigarette, "Young man, these cigarettes are not ordinary, 65 a pack!"

"It's a 3, and it costs 85 a pack." Short retorted, "It's not ordinary."

The toll collector's eyes softened, and he still stared at Short.

"Oh, master, don't be like this, I can't hold back, let me tell you, I am a good citizen, I will never touch drugs." Short's grievances were written all over his face, and he walked to The back of the car opened the trunk, took out most of the unsealed "red middle", and handed it to the toll collector. "This cigarette is for you. If you have any questions, you can report me directly. My license plate and my phone number..."

The toll collector happily took the cigarette, put it under his arm, waved at Short, and said, "Thank you, rich people really don't care about three melons and two dates."

"Wait a minute!" Short called out the toll collector who was about to leave. "Can I chat with you for 10 minutes?"

"What?" The toll collector looked at Short as if he was looking at an alien, "What's wrong with you!"

"No..." Short said with some embarrassment, "I see you are playing Dada Seymour, and I am researching this market, so I want to hear your feelings."

"What?" The toll collector yelled again, more irritated than before!
Short shuddered in fright.

Who is wrong?
"Why didn't you say it earlier?" The toll collector's eyes completely changed at this time, as if he saw his child who ran away from home angrily and felt that he was not understood and finally returned home. "Go, go to the back, quiet!" He pointed to a row of brick walls...

Walking behind a brick wall, Short offered another cigarette, which the toll collector didn't refuse.

"You are about the same age as my child." The toll collector gestured with his hand, "You are also as tall as you."

"I'm 24 this year."

"Oh, big, my son is 19." The toll collector took a puff of smoke and continued, "But he looks older than you, he doesn't learn well... Sigh!"

Short didn't dare to let his own temper go. It is said that everyone has their own routines, and chatting is quite tiring. Who caters to whom is really a problem.At this time, in order to explore Da Da Seymour's market feedback again, Short had no choice but to follow others.

It wasn't until a cigarette came across the butt between his fingers that the toll collector said, "By the way, what did you just say?"

"Oh, I just wanted to hear why you were playing Dada Seymour."

"Oh!" The toll collector slapped his thigh, as if he had finally found a bosom friend, and spoke freely: "Isn't it because of my naughty son..."

Short raised his face and looked at the sky at a 45-degree angle. The sun hurt his eyes so much that he couldn't open his eyes. There seemed to be tears flowing out. They were tears of regret for guilt...

Didn't it mean that when encountering setbacks, people in the world are roughly divided into two categories, one is stop loss, the other is additional investment, and Short belongs to the latter.

At this moment, he instinctively endured it again, and patiently listened to the toll collector complaining about his family history for more than 20 minutes, which can be regarded as adding a lot of time budget!
The toll collector spoke so dryly that he had already forgotten what the starting point of the conversation was, and there was a short silence after criticizing his rebellion.

Short had no choice but to sum it up by himself, and he said silently in his heart: "Everyone needs entertainment and sustenance, just like this toll collector, in the monotonous and easy work, he naturally needs to pass the time, And subconsciously, he wanted to have something in common with his children, so when he saw Dada Seymour's slogans everywhere, he installed it..."

"By the way, how did you know Dada Seymour?" Short asked suddenly. This is a very important question, which may not have been seen from the advertisement on the bus body!
really!

The toll collector said: "Someone spread small advertisements along the street early this morning, no, this advertisement is still here!" He said, and took out a business card similar to the small advertisement that included invoices from his pocket!
Short took a look, damn it!

His three views are absolutely shattered at this moment - the high-end Internet pioneer products can be directly reached point-to-point in the form of small street advertisements, this is too nonsense!This—is an opponent from an alien planet, right?
Three lines of words on the small advertisement:
The first line - Dada Seymour, you will get a gift package after installing the machine, and the highest cashback is 888!

The second line - playing games does not cost money, helping you realize your dreams, why don't you hurry up?

The third line - fruit machine users can install and experience even if it is 4S, please scan the QR code below; Android system users wait for a while, it will arrive in a few days.

"Can you give me this little ad?" Short asked the toll collector.

"Take it!" the toll collector said righteously, "I'll tell you the truth, if you walk down this street with your head down, you might pick up a hundred tickets!"

"Then why do you keep this small advertisement in your pocket?" Short asked while touching the card with the toll collector's temperature on it.

"I find it strange, don't you think this is as valuable as the misprinted monkey ticket back then?"

"All right……"

(End of this chapter)