Bind the Bai Fumei system, the world will serve her

Song Wan nodded and followed Qinglin to the first floor.

There were seven people standing in the living room right now, and four stood in the front.

After Qinglin's introduction, Song Wan knew that among the four people standing in front, the plain but clean woman was Mrs. Wu, who supervised the cleaning and purchasing of the villa.

Standing next to her were two middle-aged men in chef uniforms. This man was obviously from China. His name was Zhang Hai. He was good at Chinese cuisine, especially Sichuan cuisine.

The blond and blue-eyed one is Thomas, who is naturally good at Western cuisine.

The last one is a woman in her 30s, with a lot of perseverance, her name is Jiang Xue, and she is a pastry chef.

I heard from Qinglin that Jiang Xue's ancestor was an imperial cook in the palace, and his specialty was desserts.

The three women behind him, like Mrs. Wu, are the ones who clean the villa.

Waiting until Song Wan nodded, the seven of them bowed down neatly towards Song Wan, "Hi, miss!"

Song Wan waved his hand and told them to disband, "I don't have so many rules here, so you don't have to be so nervous, just do your own thing well."

The seven nodded quickly, but the respectful expressions on their faces never faded.

The rich people living in the Toad Palace are beyond the imagination of ordinary people like them. All they can do is to do their job well and make the lady happy, so as not to lose this well-paid job.

Especially the three maids in charge of cleaning. They got this opportunity after going through layers of selection, and they wished they could act immediately to show their determination.

At this time, Song Wan had brought Qinglin back to the third floor, lying on the bed and listening to Qinglin's careful report of how much money was spent on each item, and fell asleep before he knew it.

Seeing this, Qinglin lightly took off Song Wan's shoes, helped her adjust her position, and then slowly left the room.

When Song Wan woke up, it was already more than an hour later.

He took out his phone and checked the time, it was already three o'clock in the afternoon.

Putting on his slippers and going downstairs, he found that Qinglin had already ordered all kinds of desserts and fruit tea to be prepared.

He casually took a piece of snack and leaned on the sofa, sure enough, the person Qinglin found had nothing to say.

The dim sum is sweet but not greasy, and has a fresh fragrance, which is not comparable to the desserts outside.

Song Wan blinked her eyes, and the corners of her mouth couldn't help but bend, this kind of life is really not too comfortable~

At this moment, the phone beeped.

Song Wan picked up the phone and looked at it, it was Li Lewei.

"I'll knock you down and watch the live broadcast I shared with you on Douyin. There is a handsome guy! Super handsome! Invincible handsome in the universe!"

Speaking of Douyin, Song Wan remembered that the [-] million Doucoins rewarded by the system at noon had not been spent yet.

Opened the app, and sure enough, [-] million Doucoins were quietly lying in her account.

I clicked on the live broadcast room shared by Li Lewei. The number of people in the live broadcast room is not small, there are more than 1000 people.

Although not as good as those big anchors, the Douyin live broadcast room is full of real people.

When Song Wandian came in, he was singing a song called 'Fleeing Years'. His voice was clear, like a gurgling spring in summer, giving people a refreshing feeling.

The host's name is An Mian Xingxia, and he is indeed a super handsome guy as Li Lewei said.

He has a very clean appearance, and his hair has not been dyed. Sitting there, he looks like a silent Chinese painting.

'Ah ah ah, can the stars not go? '

'It's all the fault of that Ding Le, isn't it great to have a lot of fans! '

'If I can't sing myself, I will suppress the stars. I went over there to take a look, and I vomited after seeing it. What kind of rubbish singing skills can also become popular? '

'Is it true that there are many fans these days?Plagiarism turned into original, and even encouraged fans to expose the original on the Internet

'Our Lele is originally original, and the music scores are too similar. Are they all plagiarized?If you touch porcelain, you will touch porcelain. There is no need to pretend to be pitiful here. '

'666, the music scores almost overlap, isn't that called plagiarism?I've learned a lot'

'Garbage anchors leave Douyin quickly!We have endless fun touching porcelain! '

'Go upstairs!Go back to your dog master! '

The time for a song was soon over. After the anchor finished singing, he moved closer to the screen and looked at the public screen, with an indescribable tiredness in his eyes.

"I am very grateful that my old fans are still trying their best to protect me, but sorry, I really don't want to broadcast it anymore."

"I want to rest for a while and go back to my hometown to have a look."

The anchor didn't mention the Ding Le that the fans were talking about, but the old fans in the live broadcast room were even more angry.

"Dog Bi Ding Le, I can chase and scold him for the rest of my life!" '

'Ah ah ah don't! '

'Can a big guy come over and look at the stars!Xing Xing really worked hard, singing is also great! '

'Just because Ding Le has a lot of guild fans, can he bully people like this? '

"Goubi Dingle is still live broadcasting, and he is selling miserably secretly. I am really convinced. We haven't said anything about the original one, but he is a copycat who is endless! '

The anchor looked seriously at the people who defended him one after another on the public screen, but his face was full of bitterness.

It was obvious that Ding Le copied him first, and the fans all got out the comparison chart of the score, but the other side beat him up, saying that he was just trying to gain popularity.

A large group of fans came directly from there, making his live broadcast room full of smoke.

Some people even sent human flesh to his address and sent him dead mice and wreaths.

Sighed invisibly, forced a smile towards the camera, "Everyone, don't be unhappy. In fact, my dream of singing is not very realistic. My parents disagreed with it from the beginning. It was me. Persevered until now."

After a pause, the voice seemed to become softer, as if comforting himself, "Now, it's just a return to the normal path."

When the fans in the live broadcast room heard this, apart from wanting to cry, their hearts were filled with a sense of powerlessness.

Some of them have accompanied the anchor from the beginning to the present, watching him create his own score and writing lyrics by himself.

Step by step, I finally saw a little light. The number of fans gradually increased, and then came a shameless plagiarist.

Not only did he not admit that he had plagiarized, but he also beat back and attracted his fans to expose An Mian.

'Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo, are all the people over there blind? '

'I posted the entry and it sank quickly. There must be a guild there to guide. '

'That Goubi forced an anchor to withdraw from the Internet before, and now he is doing this trick again, isn't it disgusting! '

'You are disgusting!If it weren't for you touching porcelain and us, Lele, we wouldn't be bothered to waste time coming and scolding you! '

Song Wan figured out the general course of the matter, tilted his head slightly, and heard a familiar voice rang in his mind.

[Ding~ Investors detected, Fu Xingmian. 】