Chapter 20: One shot, three shots, millions of fans begged for a count
Yan Jiu stood up seriously.
Accompanied by blood spots as bright as flowers on the ground.
She is like an athlete who has won the championship.
He bowed slightly to the audience on the left, to the audience on the right, and to the audience in front.
It was like being surrounded by onlookers.
Witness the entire system: [……]
It's the attic with a good view.
The season of falling flowers comes again with "package".
It mourns the python.
System: Being able to add a touch of color to the 99 cloakroom is the retribution for your many sins...ah, you are lucky, so please find the right creditor for the first seven days! Amen!!!
Yan Jiu cleaned the yard all night.
Just to make Beihai District 4 clean.
soon.
The day crowds out the night.
After Yan Jiu woke up.
I found that her number of fans increased by leaps and bounds.
There is a tendency to reach millions.
Yan Jiu didn't know why.
Open the background.
I found a bunch of comments that shocked my mother.
[Master Jiu, you are my biological father. I will never dare to question you from now on. Can I do the same? 】
[I just want to know where my true love is~ Can Master Jiu start broadcasting and let me figure it out, I have money!]
[I am willing to spend a huge amount of money and beg for help.]
【1!】
【10068!】
【ID card number!】
After sowing by Yan Jiu.
Netizens who witnessed the taro ball incident.
I browsed Yan Jiu’s account.
Some sharp-eyed netizens.
I discovered that in addition to the addition of "Taro Yuan Small Custard Buns" to Yan Jiu's watch list, there were also two more anchors.
They followed the network cable and found the "Five-Star Inspector" who was already working, and the "Ancient World Erha" who was working.
That moment.
Those who were afraid of Yan Jiu and those who were not afraid of Yan Jiu were silent. They silently clicked the follow button and then exited Yan Jiu's account.
I'm afraid I'll be a step too late.
He was followed by Yan Jiu.
I have to say.
Yan Jiu is the only female anchor among netizens on the Internet who doesn't want to be related to each other.
Yan Jiu, who was begged by the entire Internet, had no idea that she was picking up plastic bottles while carrying a snakeskin bag that was actually a snakeskin bag.
System: [What is the host’s intention?]
Yan Jiu, whose wallet is empty: "Without him, I would be poor."
She also bought breakfast this morning only to find out that she had no money to pay.
After debiting three bank cards and scraping together a few things, I settled 8 yuan with the breakfast boss.
He was almost regarded as a douchebag who ate the king's meal.
Yan Jiu was never rich in her previous life, but she was not so poor that she made a living by picking up trash. The day would come when the bottles would be gone, and she felt that she really needed a way to make money.
System: [The host can obtain gratitude points from the family members of the deceased by accepting orders. The gratitude points can be recovered by the system and given back to the host in the form of points. The points can be exchanged for things in shopping malls, including contemporary currencies... Why doesn’t the host speak? 】
Yan Jiu couldn't help but smile, her face darkened: "Why are you saying such an important thing now?"
System: [No, haven’t you said that? 】
Yan Jiu smiled ferociously.
He crushed a can with his foot.
system:【……】
It feels that it should be the one Yan Jiu wants to step on!
Yan Jiu smiled: "You'd better spit out some points for me now, right away."
System: [The host did not accept the order, it is not compliant...]
Yan Jiu's smile became brighter and brighter.
A flexible and flexible system immediately means that it has private points, which are accumulated through cooperation with previous generations of hosts.
System: [But the rules of recycling → exchange cannot be changed, the host needs to make a small sacrifice. ]
Yan Jiu half-squinted her eyes: "Huh?"
System: [Plastic bottles and cans are great!]
System panel: [Ding! The recycling price of "broken cans" is 1 point. Will the host recycle 54 plastic bottles and 13 cans? 】
1 point?
Who are you looking down on!
Yan Jiu ordered recycling without saying a word.
no way.
She is so diligent and thrifty in running her home, and she doesn't refuse anyone who comes.
All 67 points were converted into banknotes by Yan Jiu.
He had a huge sum of 67 yuan in his pocket.
Yan Jiu suddenly felt confident.
I was even willing to pay two yuan for mineral water.
Yan Jiu was carrying snacks in one hand and a snakeskin bag in the other. As she was walking and eating, she saw a few people standing at the door of the attic.
She pretended to be passing by.
Ask casually.
"Who are you looking for?"
"Looking for Yan Jiu."
Yan Jiu: "..."
Ever since I came to this world.
She has never cheated or kidnapped anyone again.
There shouldn't be enemies coming to your door, right?
Yan Jiu was about to pass by his door.
I was stopped by a woman in her 30s.
Yan Jiu: "..." It's my fault that I am too dazzling, people have recognized me!
In the next half hour.
Yan Jiu received her first business order.
It was the old man who Yan Jiu had predicted at the funeral wholesale street. The people who came to see her were not enemies, but family members of clients.
Yan Jiu pursed her lips and said, "My condolences."
Granddaughter of the old man: "If grandpa really goes to find grandma, we as juniors will naturally be happy for him."
Yan Jiu: "Then you can rest assured and be happy."
The old man's granddaughter heard the implication of Yan Jiu's words. She always stayed away from talk about ghosts and gods.
But her house sells household supplies, and over time, she has learned a lot about it.
Plus Yan Jiu’s deeds on the Internet.
The old man’s granddaughter Gao Xiaolin: “Boss Yan, Master Yan, can we meet again in the first seven hours of my grandfather’s life?”
There are still many things she has not said to her grandfather.
If it weren't for her willfulness.
I won’t go home to visit my grandpa this summer vacation.
Gao Xiaolin still remembers the bag of fragrant pears her grandfather gave her before leaving home after the New Year.
whether.
Does that herald separation?
She couldn't let it go at all.
Even though grandpa left with a smile.
Yan Jiu thought seriously: "Let me see if I can get through the relationship with the underworld, and I will contact you then."
Gao Xiaolin: "..."
What to get through?
What underworld?
Is it the underworld I know so well?
Yan Jiu received the deposit and said goodbye to several people.
Apart from funeral supplies, a hearse, a morgue, a crematorium, and a cemetery, there was no attic.
Yan Jiu immediately realized the urgency of site expansion.
Recruiting employees is one.
The expansion site is two.
But Yan Jiu is too poor.
Whether it is Project 1 or Project 2, money is needed to maintain it, and a 1,000 deposit is simply not enough to fill the gap.
Yan Jiu thought of the half-sold urn.
It takes her 10 minutes.
Design several urn styles.
Live broadcast started again.
Yan Jiu fixed her mobile phone on the live broadcast stand, held the tablet, and swiped her design draft: "Support customization of urns, unique, fair price, more discounts if you buy more."
[The anchor’s flashy lines really confused me.]
[The drawing is very good, don’t draw it next time!]
[Funny.jpg, same market as the anchor, free shipping~]
[Your color scheme is still Barbie pink. God, who would like their urn to be Barbie pink? 】
Yan Jiu looked at his design draft.
Very abstract and ugly?
Her senior brother often praised her for her talent in painting.
Senior brother will definitely not lie to her.
That must be because these people don’t understand aesthetics!
Yan Jiu felt guilty, so she took down the tablet and said seriously: "Our store supports door-to-door delivery and cash on delivery."
[Anchor anchor, can your urn be eaten? 】
【Can the urn play mahjong?】
【Will it go to the toilet on its own?】
[I don’t use the urn that is not a coffin.]
[I’m emo tonight, can I talk to it?]
【Can I return the product if it feels uncomfortable? 】
[How much does our urn cost per pound?]
[Please post the link!]
Yan Jiu looked at the comments.
I don't understand why it's so disrespectful.
Is she not serious enough?
Doubt is a bamboo stick, nailing Yan Jiu firmly to the grill, turning it over and over again~
