The European King's anchor hits the African Chief God [e-sports]

You can transfer 1000 yuan, and keep the [-] yuan for yourself to improve the food. "

Xiao Ke burst into tears and was grateful: "You are my own father!" As he said that, he was about to cross the table to hug Lin Jinou, but the latter pushed him away with a look of disgust.

"Get out," Lin Jinou scolded with a smile, "Is there such a thing as throwing money at you for a WeChat account?"

"Unbelievable" was clearly written on his face.

Now, the incredible person is Xiao Ke.

"Isn't it, Dad?" Xiao Ke looked shocked, "As an anchor, you don't know about this?"

"I don't know," Lin Jinou shook his head and said sincerely, "I've never told the fans in the live broadcast room about such things, and I never add fans on WeChat."

Xiao Ke thought for a while and said, "You don't rely on live broadcasts for a living, especially those full-time anchors, do you know full-time anchors? It's the kind that usually sign a minimum live broadcast time with the platform, and they often use this way Attract fans to drop gifts."

He paused, and continued: "Although this kind of behavior... sounds weird, but there is no real reason for it. It's just adding a friend as a friend to chat with! And people rely on this to make money full-time. Don't you want to have a meal?"

Lin Jinou was taken aback when he heard the words, and after transferring 6000 yuan to Xiao Ke, he returned to the chat interface with qwertZ again.

He remembered what his brother had told him last time that he had an agreement with the platform for the minimum duration, and looked at his private message that he hadn't had time to send, and felt that he was suspected of having an empty glove WeChat account, which was too insincere. He pressed the delete key thoughtfully.

"Brother, will it be broadcast live tomorrow?" Lin Jinou retyped and sent a message.

The author has something to say: Brother Xiaoniao: I spend money for my brother, I am happy, I am happy, I am happy!

In the next chapter, Brother Xiaoniao is about to use his contact information~

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Push another article of mine that is being serialized, "I was pregnant with a villain the night I passed through the book", a modern sweet article, because of the pregnancy, the other party can't do anything to me, so I am fearless and still rely on pampering and pride VS is indifferent to the vulva A total attack on the pampered and boundless technology house tyrants.Fairy love, believe me, after all, I am the author of a sweet article, I have written 43 words, I can be slaughtered if I am fat!Copywriting:

Song Huai transmigrated into a book, transmigrated into a dog-blood rich family, and became the cannon fodder fan of the villain wealthy old man Li Chengxiao.

Moreover, he brought a ball at the beginning...

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In the original book, the ending of the little cannon fodder can be said to be very miserable.

You must know that according to the development of the bloody plot of the original book, Li Chengxiao later fell in love at first sight with Song Huai's brother Song Chen, whom Song Huai hadn't seen for many years, but Song Chen only had the right card in his heart.

Li Chengxiao, who was reduced to cannon fodder, couldn't ask for anything from Song Chen, and Song Huai, who was seven or eight points similar to his brother, became a tragic stand-in.

So, after transmigrating into the book, Song Huai decided to run away and join the younger brother of the old man who has a strong aura of the main character, the genuine attack in the original book.

But who would have thought that the old man chased after him all the way, with a sullen expression on his face:

"Want to run?"

"Push me to someone else?"

"Ok?"

Song Huai: "..."

No, the original plot doesn't seem to be like this?

This article is also known as: After wearing a book, it’s fine if you don’t have golden fingers The old man begs for me