Stop In The Deep Sea

After everyone left, Wang Xin went to the front desk to pay the bill alone.

"Oh my god... why did you spend so much..."

He held the long bill and was about to cry.

Thirty tables, including food and wine, cost nearly 160,000 yuan.

After swiping the card, I received a notification from the bank card on my phone, and the balance showed that there was 1,306.17 yuan left.

(T﹏T)

Since graduating from college, all the money I have saved through frugality in the past few years will be used up in one meal today.

Although money is not as valuable as it used to be, the prices under the sea are really exaggerated.

"Hey, you have to pay the price for pretending."

Wang Xin sighed helplessly. Fortunately, the savings in his hand were just enough. If it were not enough, he would be laughed at.

It was already 12 o'clock at night, and occasionally I could see pedestrians walking in twos and threes on the street, walking in a hurry.

"Fried rice, fried cakes, fried noodles~"

“Fried prawns, fried kelp~”

Occasionally, one or two cries can be heard, coming from the vendors under the street lights on the street corners.

Since Xinxia District’s night market culture became popular, other major districts have also followed suit. The results are not bad. As long as you are willing to endure hardships, you can make money.

Next to the main entrance of the hotel is a small square, where a young man is sitting and broadcasting live.

"Hmm? Traveling with you?"

Wang Xin suddenly became interested and walked over slowly.

There are not many people in the self-media industry in the deep sea base. After all, there is no way to shoot videos here, and there is no way to bring traffic and revenue to the account.

This young man is young and looks to be around 20 years old. He is live broadcasting to the mobile phone holder in front of him.

"A person's loneliness, a person's carnival, simple and rough, relatively extreme, a small set meal from 12 o'clock in the morning, quickly arranged for display."

The young man skillfully talked about a set of business he was studying, picked up the cold beer and took a big sip. After finishing the drink, he did not forget to say to the camera: "Who studied this beer? How did it get into your mouth?" Do you have enough energy?"

Wang Xin was very curious. He looked up at the roof of the base. There were five stroboscopic lasers installed on the transparent titanium glass, which were flashing continuously.

Logically speaking, all private camera equipment in the base should not be used, so how did this young man live broadcast?

Wang Xin took a closer look and saw that the screen of the mobile phone was completely black with no picture at all.

"Isn't this person a mentally ill person? What is the black screen on his phone playing?"

Although he thought this in his mind, he denied it to himself in the next second, because although there were no portraits on the screen, there were gifts constantly being given out.

“Thank you ‘Songbei Qiangge’ for the beer, thank you...”

"Hey, let me go, Cloud Piercer! The eldest brother is too arrogant. Family members, please pay attention to the eldest brother!"

"Stop swiping for the first one on the list. Save up some tickets. I'll go play PK later, and you can help my brother support his appearance."

Wang Xin smiled. This man was quite interesting. Judging from his accent, he should be from the far north of China.

"You can still be so popular without showing your face. You must be a big internet celebrity with tens of millions of fans."

Just when he was suspicious, he faintly noticed that the mobile phone screen in front of the young man was not empty, but there was a faint outline of a humanoid, overlapping with the dark background.

Wang Xin poured his true energy into his eyes, and the scene in front of him immediately became clear.

Sure enough, I can indeed capture myself on the phone screen, but this picture is very abnormal. The outline is a bit familiar, it seems to be——

"Amplitude thermal imaging camera!"

Wang Xin slapped his forehead and suddenly realized.

Sure enough, strong people never complain about the environment.

If the lens is broken, just connect the thermal imaging camera to the mobile phone. Although the static environment behind can't be captured, at least you can see the faint silhouette of people, so it's no problem to handle the live broadcast.

A wolf travels a thousand miles to eat meat, and a dog travels a thousand miles to eat shit. People with brains can make money wherever they go.

From this point, it can be inferred that the young man in front of him is definitely a "wolf".

Although he is playing a humble online beggar at the moment, in real life, the contrast is probably huge.

"Strong, brother~" Wang Xin couldn't help but give a thumbs up.

Instead of interrupting, he chose to sit aside, light a cigarette, and watch the "performance" quietly.

Just now Wang Xin was using his energy and saw the other party's online name, so he opened the software search.

This young man’s name is Yoshiko, and he is an Internet celebrity with 217,000 fans. His video completion rate is pretty good, and his income should exceed that of most anchors of the same type.

What's interesting is that this guy took the "self-defeating" route and created an image of himself as a lazy guy.

Opening his homepage, nine of the ten videos show scenes of cooking in a small rental house, with wine bottles staggering around in the back. One day he said he should quit drinking and exercise self-discipline, but the next he would pretend it never happened.

Although there are constant curses below the video, in a sense, this is also a success, at least it has attracted the public's attention.

Originally, Wang Xin wanted to wait for a brief exchange after his live broadcast ended, but it felt a bit abrupt. After all, the two of them operate short videos in different fields, and it can be said that they are completely incompatible.

After watching for a while, there were fewer and fewer people on the street, so he thought about going back.

Just as Wang Xin was about to leave, he suddenly heard a burst of impatient cursing.

"I***, you are blind, stupid, *you*..."

These few words can be said to be extremely pregnant, prompting Yoshiko, who was live broadcasting at the side, to rush off the broadcast. The curses had been recorded. If he was reported, his account would be in danger.

Wang Xin looked back and saw that on the other side of the square, two figures were arguing.

"Huh? Isn't that a big guy with varicose veins?"

The person who was being scolded was the ancient warrior who Chai Hao teased at the banquet, "his blood vessels are about to explode." He was very tall and extremely strong.

The other person was a skinny little bastard with an afro and a face full of flesh. He looked very untouchable. The obscene words that echoed in the square came from his mouth.

The two were still squirting at each other.

The big man was obviously not the kind of person to quarrel. His face turned red with anger, and he replied "idiot" after a long time. It can be said that the damage to the afro was almost zero.

After listening for a while, Wang Xin finally understood the cause and effect.

It turned out that the big man drank a little too much at the banquet, and when he was about to go home, he accidentally bumped into the afro on the opposite side. The big man quickly apologized, but the afro was still unrelenting, and this is how the scene turned out.

"It seems that sometimes, if you are too honest, you will be bullied."

Wang Xin shook his head. He was ready to step forward to mediate. After all, he was considered the future head of Rashomon. How could he stand by and watch when his tribe encountered difficulties.

But just when he took a step forward, the afro seemed to feel that the scolding was not enough, and suddenly got angry!

A dazzling silver flashed under the dim street light!

"Mimic!" Wang Xin frowned.

The explosive head jumped up, and the light reflected by the elastic mithril immediately cut through the night sky and attacked the big man.

Judging from the speed of this person's shot, there is no forward rocking motion of pressing the back of the neck, so he is definitely not a sequence mimic.

But his elastic mithril was slightly different from what he had seen before, and it actually transformed into an axe.

Needless to say, this is the same "alien mimicry" as Xu Meng and Hua Tianfang in the Mimicry Alliance.

Wang Xin saw this and crouched sideways behind the station sign of the gas rail train. Since he could no longer mediate at this time, he did not take action. He wanted to see how strong the outer disciples of Rashomon were.

The big man was not a vegetarian either. With a loud shout, his legs suddenly plunged to the ground, causing two cracks in the stone tower.

"Golden bell!"

As the big man roared, a golden light covered his body.

The next moment, the rays of light suddenly gathered together, forming a huge ancient "fishing bell" in mid-air, protecting the big man's body.

The bullet-silver giant ax struck down and collided with the fishing bell.

"Buzz——"

The collision of the two forces produced a huge explosive force. The air flow visible to the naked eye spread from here to all directions, knocking over all the food carts on the side and spilling oil and water.

"It's not bad. It's almost as powerful as the early stage of Silence." With just this one blow, Wang Xin had already seen the strength of the big man.

The explosive head was knocked back more than two meters by the powerful force. After taking a deep breath, he swung the silver giant ax again and slashed towards the opponent. At the same time, he kept cursing: "Kill you to death." **’s, *your*…”

Facing the attack of the afro, the big man looked like a mountain, with his feet on horseback, and the golden bell surrounding him, spinning constantly.

No matter how you change, I will never change!

After several attacks, not even a hair on his head was touched.

Wang Xin secretly admired in his heart: "Rashomon is not as unbearable as Uncle Ge said. In fact, it is a hidden dragon and a crouching tiger. This big man has mastered the Golden Bell Cover to such an extent. It is really impressive."

We can watch his performance in the future. If there are no problems, we can let him join Rashomon and enjoy the same status as Chen Song and Li Yanlong.

Seeing that his attack failed to work, Afro's expression was very ugly. There was a hint of viciousness in his eyes. Then he quietly reached into his trouser pocket with his right hand and took out an inconspicuous small bottle.

The bottle was actually filled with green powder!

Afro sneered and threw the bottle forward.

"It's this damn mysterious powder again!" Of course Wang Xin knew what was in the bottle. Dai Xingyue had suffered a big loss from it just yesterday.

But the big man didn't know what it was, and just thought it was an ordinary hidden weapon.

The small bottle drew a parabola in the air, and then——

"Crack~" with a sound, it broke into several pieces.

The green powder inside spread instantly.

The big man saw that the secret path was not good and quickly held his breath, but it was too late. The green powder had already entered his body along the skin.

The next moment, the golden bell in the sky began to fade and finally disappeared.