Video Bloggers in Meiman

What money do I make... I don't know what money I make.

Zhang Ming suddenly saw a beautiful star poster posted on the wall——

Zhang Ming bit the bullet and said, "I want to make money from women."

What the hell am I talking about...

Zhang Ming's mouth was completely out of sync with his head, but all the words were spoken, so he could only continue editing.

"Yes, women's money," he repeated.

Zhang Ming's hands and feet were tied, he sat up with his head on his body, tossed his hair, and tried to make a dashing posture.

"you?"

The two kidnappers froze for a moment, and burst into laughter at random. Among them, the black strong man was the most unbearable. The baseball bats in his hands were thrown on the ground, hanging against the wall, and tears were about to burst out.

The fat white man said, "Man, I like your humor. If I hadn't been so short of money lately, I might have loosened your bond and invited you to a nearby bar for a drink."

"No need, you will invite me to drink sooner or later."

Zhang Ming didn't seem to hear their ridicule, and shouted loudly: "Do you think the rich woman will like you? A fat pig? Or you? Look at me again, I'm from the mysterious East, I'm thin and thin, and I'm handsome—"

"Junmei?" The black strong man couldn't help interrupting. "I think you all look the same from the East."

"That's because you are ignorant, and the rich woman likes me like this!"

Zhang Ming stared viciously at the two kidnappers and said, "Listen, I sold my home in my hometown and spent nearly [-] dollars for plastic surgery in Kimchi Country, just to come here to make a lot of money. What are you going to do in the end? Give me [-] dollars. Selling dollars? Are you crazy, or did your math teacher hang yourself in anger?"

Zhang Ming took a deep breath and made his final declaration:

"I tell you clearly, I'm here to be a male publicist, and I want to be the king of male public relations in this city!"

The two kidnappers were silenced by Zhang Ming, and the fat white man pulled his companion to the window and whispered.

"You don't really believe what this kid says, do you?"

The black strong man said: "I don't know, but that kid does have the most common face of Orientals. I heard from friends that some people like this type."

The fat white man touched his chin and said, "A hundred thousand? His face?"

"Hey! Don't murmur like a woman. If you don't believe me, I'll show you later, how can you spend one night making money that you can't make in a month. If it doesn't work, you I am willing to sell me to the moon."

Zhang Ming almost believed himself when he acted, and asked the small TV in his mind how much time he had left.

"Two minutes and 47 seconds left."

Chapter 2 I can edit the world

"Two minutes and 47 seconds left."

Zhang Ming secretly swallowed his saliva. He didn't like the gaze of the fat white man very much. That kind of skeptical gaze made him feel that he would be exposed at any time.

"Maybe we can let this kid try." The strong black man pulled out a pistol from under the bed. "If he dares to play with us, let him taste the bullet."

The fat white man looked Zhang Ming up and down, and finally nodded.

In their opinion, Zhang Ming's physique is really not a deterrent, not to mention that this is their home field, even if he runs, he can run to where.

Zhang Ming said: "If you agree with my idea, untie the rope first. I can't start working if I'm tied by this thing."

The fat white man turned his head and motioned for his accomplice to untie Zhang Ming.

The black strong man threw out a knife, cut the rope, pushed Zhang Ming and said, "You make my friends think I'm a fool. If you can't prove yourself, trust me, I'll make you regret it."

The three walked out of the apartment, looking for their target. Time passed by. The fat white man patted Zhang Ming on the shoulder and pointed to the girl standing on the street not far away.

The girl was dressed in scantily clad clothes, and from time to time she winked at the men who came and went. At first glance, she was a practitioner of "special occupation".

"The first challenge must be a bit difficult. If you can get money from your peers in 10 minutes, I will believe you." The fat white man threatened, "Don't try to escape, or you can try try."

The strong black man lifted his clothes, revealing the pistol attached to his waist.

Zhang Ming nodded with a stiff expression, and at this moment, a system prompt sounded in his ear!

Ding--

"10 minutes are up, the video has been saved, and the new ability 'Clip' is available."

Finally got the first ability, Zhang Ming hurriedly asked: "What's the use of this 'editing'?"

Small TV said: "The host can edit the time in five seconds in the real world."

"Controlling time?" Zhang Ming was shocked.

"The timeline function has not been fully opened, and editing rights only have partial time management capabilities."

After Zhang Ming's careful inquiry, he learned what kind of ability this "editing" is.

To sum up, starting from the time Zhang Ming activated his "editing" ability, five seconds ahead, he can delete the reality that is unfavorable to him at will, and keep the reality that is favorable to him.

For example, within five seconds, he and his opponent each gave each other a punch, and they were both knocked down.

As long as Zhang Ming starts the editing, the time when "Zhang Ming was punched" will be deleted, and the time when "Zhang Ming was punched by the opponent" will be reserved. The final result is that Zhang Ming knocked down the opponent unscathed.

To change the "cause" that has occurred, so as to obtain the "effect" that is beneficial to oneself, this is the ability of editing.

It sounds amazing, but Zhang Ming thought about it, isn't this what tabloid reporters do most often, distorting facts by editing videos?