Metaphysics crazily criticizes big boss, shocking the country by marrying a vegetative person

Xi Meng took a selfie stick and began to scan one fortune-telling stall after another while interacting with fans in the live broadcast room.

"In order to prevent anyone from being suspected of cheating and to ensure the authenticity of the program, it is up to you to decide which fortune teller to choose. You can choose which master you want in the barrage, and I will choose the one."

There were more than 2000 people online in Ximeng's live broadcast room at this time, and the barrage began to flood the screen. Some people chose the uncle in blue clothes, some chose the Taoist priest in gray robes, and some chose the old man in white undershirt.

It wasn't until Xi Meng's mobile phone scanned Jia Zhuang's stall that Nan Yiran happened to look up at her and naturally appeared in the live video.

[Am I dazzled? Why is there a little girl setting up a stall to tell fortunes? 】

[One thing to say, this little girl is so beautiful. I'm addicted to her appearance. 】

[She probably isn’t telling people’s fortunes, but is waiting for the master to come back at this stall. 】

[Anchor, go and ask the little girl if she is the stall owner. If she is the stall owner, I will vote for her to do the counting. 】

【+1】

【+】

......

Seeing the barrage in the live broadcast room, Ximeng will not miss this good opportunity to increase the traffic of the live broadcast room.

Xi Meng also saw Nan Yira, and the moment they looked at each other, she was a little startled.

Ximeng has always been very confident in her appearance. Her appearance is also an important reason why she has been able to attract so many fans in a short period of time.

But even with her carefully dressed makeup and clothes, even with the bonus of the live broadcast filter beauty tools, in front of Nan Yira, who was wearing casual sportswear and no makeup, she was still three points behind. Xi Meng couldn't help but feel a little bit in her heart. Jealousy and unhappiness.

Xi Meng smiled and walked towards Nan Yiran: "Excuse me, this beauty, are you the stall owner?"

Nan Yiran nodded.

[Wow, I choose this beauty master. 】

[I also choose this beauty master, and the host will ask her to do the math for you. 】

[Tsk, you look like a liar at such a young age. What’s the choice? I choose the white-haired old man from before. He looks like a master in that way. 】

[I vote for the beauty master. With this appearance, it doesn’t matter whether it is accurate or not. I am very satisfied to see such a face. 】

[Vote for Beauty Master. 】

【+1】

【+1】

【+1】

......

In the selection process of the live broadcast room, almost all of them chose Nan Yira to predict Xi Meng's predictions.

This is exactly the desired effect of the play.

Nan Yiran is so young and still looks... well, he looks like a fox. It's impossible for him to be someone who understands numerology.

Choosing her to tell his fortune would definitely be inaccurate. It just fits the live broadcast theme of breaking feudal superstition, and the girl's appearance can also bring popularity to her live broadcast room.

Xi Meng didn't want to admit that she was jealous of Nan Yira in her heart. Only by letting Nan Yira make a fool of herself could she feel balanced.

Come on, what's the use of just being beautiful? It's not like an embroidered pillow.

Xi Meng put on what she thought was the most perfect smile and said softly: "Then can I ask you to tell your fortune?"

"Okay, hexagram gold is 2000." Nan Yiran turned on her phone, called up a QR code, and asked Xi Meng to scan the code and transfer money.

Nan Yiran had seen that all fortune-telling stalls had a QR code sign to facilitate transfers, so he came here on an impromptu basis and did not prepare this thing, so he had to do this.

I'll go back to the print shop and get one.

[I'll go and do a fortune telling for 2000. This is a money grab. 】

[Sure enough, she fits the heart of the most poisonous woman. She is beautiful, but the bamboo pole can be beaten very hard. 】

[For this appearance, I think it’s worth it. 】

[Femme fatale, I like it. 】

[This beauty can obviously be snatched, but I still want to give him a hexagram. 】

[The anchor will be replaced by another person. I heard from my mother that a fortune telling on the Tianqiao is usually only two or three hundred. Don’t be fooled. 】

[Anchor, I want to watch a beautiful woman tell fortunes. 】

【Want to see+】

[Want to see + ID number]

[Anchor, just choose her. See how she deceives you, and I will give you some tricks. 】

Immediately afterwards, a gorgeous purple DJ special effect floated out of the live broadcast room.

A Huazi gift is worth 3000 yuan. Even if the platform commission is deducted, Ximeng still gets 1500 yuan.

In addition to Huazi, various gifts such as Doule No. 1, Daben, Dreams, Roses, and Little Hearts filled the live broadcast room.

With the interaction between fans in the live broadcast room and the bonus of receiving gifts, many netizens flocked to Ximeng's live broadcast room.

The live broadcast room became very popular, with the number of people instantly rising to more than 5000, and the trend is still rising rapidly.

Xi Meng knew that all of this was the result of Nan Yira.

2000 yuan is not cheap for ordinary people, but for Ximeng, the amount of rewards for a live broadcast is far more than this amount. 2000 yuan can make the live broadcast room so popular.

There was no way she could refuse such a good deal.

Xi Meng didn't hesitate, took out her phone and transferred 2000 yuan directly.

Nan Yiran took back her phone and said directly:

"You were born in a rural area and your family was very poor. You almost dropped out of school because you had no money. Later, your uncle paid for your tuition so that you could go to college."

The smile on Xi Meng's face did not change, as if he continued to wait for Nan Yiran to say more.

These experiences of hers were made into videos and posted on the Internet. Many people sympathized with her and said that she was an inspirational anchor. It was not unusual for Nan Yiran to know about it.

"When you were a child, you were seriously ill. Your family had no money to treat you, so they hired a goddess, which almost delayed your condition and led to death. Fortunately, the neighbor couldn't bear it anymore and called a doctor to save your life."

Hearing this, the smile on Xi Meng's face froze slightly.

This childhood experience is the reason why she became an anti-feudal superstition anchor, but she did not want others to know the ignorance of her family and never told the outside world about this experience.

How could she know?

"Since two weeks ago, whenever you dream, you will dream about getting married, and some indescribable things will happen. When you wake up, you always feel that your whole body is out of shape, and your overall energy is obviously not as good as before, and there are even signs of aging. "

Nan Yira continued to speak calmly, which made Xi Meng feel a chill running down his spine!

Counting the time, I realized that whenever I fell asleep two weeks ago, I would dream of being picked up in a sedan chair and then marrying a man in his 2s with a mole on the left corner of his mouth.

Then she was sent to the bridal chamber, and the man began to torment her until she woke up.

Every time she wakes up, she feels soreness and back pain all over her body, and her whole body is weak. Her skin has deteriorated visibly, her nasolabial folds have begun to sag, and her dark circles are so heavy that she has to rely on thick makeup to cover them up.

She didn't mention this to anyone. She thought it was because she was too tired recently, so she didn't care. She also made an appointment to go to a beauty salon for a beauty treatment this afternoon.

[Wow, what’s indescribable, please tell me in detail. 】

[Same request. 】

[Upstairs, do you want the Mengmeng live broadcast room to be banned? 】

[This little girl is really open-mouthed and dares to talk nonsense about anything. How can others know what she is dreaming about? Isn’t this a bad sign of herself? 】

[At first glance, she seems to have just entered the industry and lacks experience. She wants to pretend to be a master so much that her secrets are exposed when she opens her mouth. 】

[I’m the only one who saw a slight change in Xi Meng’s expression. Is the master right? 】

[Yes, I saw it too. 】

[Why does this master’s collection account look familiar? 】

After reading the barrage, Xi Meng felt that Nan Yiran just said it casually, and it was just a blind cat encountering a dead mouse.

But netizens love to watch these contents, so she has to continue to act, and finally expose the true face of Nan Yiran, a big liar, and win a wave of praise.

Of course, she cannot admit that she has had any indescribable things with people in her dreams, as this will affect her pure and inspirational persona.

"Master, I have never had these dreams of yours."

This is equivalent to calling yourself a liar.

Nan Yira was not in a hurry and said calmly: "You know whether you have done it or not, but you only have half a month to live."