Shenhao System: Nine trillion fell from the sky

Chapter 234 Can I add you on WeChat (there is a red envelope in this chapter)

Time flies, like a white horse passing by, and suddenly three days have passed. In this short period of time, Qiu Qianqian was brought back to the Magic City. From then on, her news disappeared completely, like a drop of water falling into the sea, evaporating without a trace.

Feng Yihao has been busy in the medical research laboratory in the basement of his villa these days. Under the influence of money, it is spacious and bright, with all kinds of instruments and equipment available. He originally just wanted to research some scar removal plasters to help those who have physical scars due to various reasons regain their confidence. However, when he thought that so many countries in the world were being ravaged by the virus and people were living in dire straits, he changed his mind.

He decided to use his expertise to develop a vaccine that could deal with this global disaster. He knows that this task is difficult, but he also knows his own abilities. He believes that as long as he works hard, he will succeed.

In addition to viruses, there are many diseases in the world that discourage patients because of the high price of specific drugs. A box of special medicine can easily cost tens of thousands, which is undoubtedly a heavy burden for ordinary people. Feng Yihao accidentally saw such a video while browsing his mobile phone in his spare time. He saw those people who were unable to receive treatment because of poverty, and strong ripples surged in his heart.

He decided not only to study vaccines, but also to study specific drugs himself. He wants to break the price monopoly and allow more people to receive treatment. He is well aware that the price of foreign special medicines is outrageous, with one pill even costing hundreds of thousands. He didn't want to see more people lose their lives because of poverty.

Feng Yihao spent a lot of strengthening points to exchange for miracle doctor skills. This was not just to show off. He just wants to use this powerful skill to benefit the world. After the new drug is successfully developed, it will be sold domestically for tens or hundreds of yuan, so that everyone who needs it can afford it. In foreign countries, he will price tens of thousands or hundreds of thousands, letting those who like to target people see who is afraid of whom!

Of course, the top priority is scar removal cream.

In just three days, Feng Yihao had prepared his own ointment. However, when he wanted to call Qiu Qianqian to share the good news, he found that the other party had turned off his phone.

"Brother! Sister Shumin is here again. Come out quickly. She has brought you a lot of clothes!" Jin Nier's voice rang through the intercom. The kindness and expectation in her tone were like a breeze blowing by. The fields make people feel refreshed.

Feng Yihao, who was deep in the research room, the experiment in his hands was at a critical stage, he responded distractedly: "Okay, I understand, come out immediately." His voice was calm and deep, like an ancient well in the mountains, full of calmness and Focus. His eyes were as firm as candlelight, as if nothing could break his concentration.

Lan Shumin sat on the sofa in the living room, looked at Feng Yimeng and asked: "Mengmeng, what is your brother busy with recently? Why is he still holding the walkie-talkie?" Her tone was full of doubts, like clouds blocking the sun. , which makes people feel a little confused.

Feng Yimeng explained: "My brother is currently working on a research laboratory. He said he is going to study vaccines and prepare some strange drugs. He won't let me enter the laboratory. It's easier to hold a walkie-talkie!" Her tone was full of excitement. Respect and adoration, as if her brother was a mountain, making people look up to him.

The waiting time seemed to Lan Shumin to be extremely long, like a snail crawling on the beach. Feng Yihao never came out. Lan Shumin and Feng Yimeng could only play mobile games on the sofa nearby to pass the difficult time. Lan Shumin's heart is full of questions, vaccines and strange drugs? Does this really fit the image of Feng Yihao she knows? But when you think about his medical skills, it shouldn’t be surprising that he makes medicine, right?
  Two hours later, the door to the research room finally opened. Feng Yihao walked out of it. His expression was slightly tired, but his eyes were as bright as stars, as if he had just completed a great undertaking. Seeing Lan Shumin and Feng Yimeng playing games, a smile flashed in his eyes: "Sister Shumin, I didn't expect you to be so powerful, you actually got five heads!"

After hearing this, Lan Shumin explained: "No, this is the Bronze Bureau. What we kill are humans and machines." There was a hint of pride in her tone, and the smile on her face was as warm as the spring sunshine. As she spoke, she put down her phone and looked up at Feng Yihao, her eyes full of expectation.

Feng Yihao approached Lan Shumin, and his eyes suddenly became serious: "Shumin, let me ask, what scars do you have on your body?" There was a seriousness in his tone, which made people feel a sense of oppression.

Lan Shumin was stunned by the question. She hesitated for a moment, then gently lifted her hair to reveal the scar on her left temple: "Is this it? It's been thirteen years." There was a trace of sadness in her words, as if Remembering the pain of the past.

Feng Yihao looked at the scar seriously, then dipped a little from a box of simple-looking ointment and dabbed it on the scar: "This is my homemade ointment. It is very effective in eliminating scars." His tone said Full of confidence, as if the ointment in his hand was a magical magic.

In the following time, Feng Yihao's seriousness and concentration, Lan Shumin's expectations and doubts, and Feng Yimeng's admiration and adoration were intertwined to form a unique atmosphere. When Feng Yihao mentioned the scar, this atmosphere was broken, and a depressive atmosphere filled the air. The green color of the ointment is particularly eye-catching under the light, forming a sharp contrast with Lan Shumin's skin color. That disgusting feeling went straight into Lan Shumin's heart, but she did not refuse Feng Yihao's kindness. Her heart was still filled with anticipation.

Feng Yihao gently applied scar removal cream to Lan Shumin.

At this moment, Feng Yimeng's voice suddenly sounded: "Brother, look! Sister Shumin bought you new clothes. Come and try them on to see if they fit!"

Feng Yihao turned to look at the clothes in Feng Yimeng's hand, and looked at them carefully after taking them. He sincerely thanked Lan Shumin: "Thank you, Shumin, this dress fits you very well." There was a hint of touch in his voice, and such careful care made him feel warm.

"There is no need to be so polite between us." Lan Shumin said softly, with a faint blush on her face, looking a little shy. When Feng Yimeng went to the toilet, she suddenly plucked up the courage, took the initiative to hold Feng Yihao's head, and kissed him gently on the lips.

This scene happened so suddenly that Feng Yihao was stunned. He did not expect Lan Shumin to behave like this. After the kiss, Lan Shumin also felt shy. She lowered her head shyly, not daring to look at Feng Yihao's reaction.

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  At seven o'clock in the afternoon, Feng Yihao sat in front of the computer, the cold light of the screen shining on his deep and solemn eyes. His face looked pale, and the expression on his face was a bit thoughtful, as if he was thinking about an important decision. He opened the live broadcast page of Hard Shell TV. This is a project that he has devoted his efforts to and has been operating stably for some time. Under his leadership, the anchors gradually settled down and formed a stable team. However, during this period, Feng Yihao himself has not appeared in public, which has led some people to speculate about his situation.

In the chat group of the rich second generation, some people began to talk unscrupulously. They sat on the luxurious sofa, held up goblets, and commented on Feng Yihao through the screen.

"@子梁哥, Brother Hao hasn't been around for a long time. I heard that he has a funding problem and the film and television base project may be ruined!" One person said, his tone full of ridicule and disdain.

"Really or not?" asked another person, tapping his fingers lightly on the armrest of the sofa, showing his inner expectation.

"This is still false, haven't you heard? Qidian Real Estate caused a lot of commotion some time ago. Brother Hao cooperated with them. If there is a problem with Qidian Real Estate, Brother Hao must also be implicated." Someone else added, his A gloating smile appeared on his face.

Shu Ziliang spoke in the group. He sat in front of a large desk with a hint of helplessness in his tone: "Don't say that, everyone. After all, Brother Hao is our group leader. It's not good for you to talk about him like this. "However, his voice seemed so pale amidst the ridicule of the group.

Shangguan Hongchao, however, has always been dissatisfied with Feng Yihao. He sat in a dark corner and watched the dialogue on the screen with a gloomy look. At this moment, he took the opportunity to attack: "Why, even if Feng Yihao is the leader of the group, why don't people talk about him? You like to be his lackey so much, and I won't serve you." His tone was full of disdain and provocation.

After Mazi saw it, he was instantly irritated. He opened his eyes wide and cursed angrily: "Shangguan Hongchao, please clean your mouth. Who are you calling a dog?" His face turned red with anger, and his tone was full of anger. threatened.

Shangguan Hongchao sneered: "Who do you think is a dog? You guys who only follow Feng Yihao and beg for mercy are the real dogs! You dare not face reality, you only dare to hide in the online world and bark. He is now You have offended the Kim chaebol and are the target of public criticism. Do you still want to join him in misfortune?" His words had a strong inciting power, and every word was like a cold arrow, shooting at the so-called friends in the rich circle.

The air in the group instantly became solemn, and Shangguan Hongchao's words were like an invisible knife, cutting through the false veil between them. There is no loyalty at all in the circle of the rich, only interests. Now that they see Feng Yihao in despair, naturally no one among them is willing to stay in this group. One by one, the rich second generation began to make excuses to leave. Their backs looked so cold and heartless under the cold light of the screen. In this seemingly gorgeous circle of rich people, the ugliness and selfishness of human nature are completely exposed.

"I feel that Shangguan's point of view makes sense," said the small owner, with deep worry on his face and uneasiness in his eyes. "Compared with business giants like the Jin family, we small families and small businesses are really weak. It's too trivial. We should draw a clear line with them as soon as possible to avoid being involved in their world."

Wang Chuangang, as the son of the largest building materials merchant in Jiangcheng, frowned and retorted: "Our family has always had close cooperation with Brother Hao's industry. You say that we are adding insult to injury, but this is just the norm in the business world. Give a financial chain Nervous real estate companies provide construction materials, which itself contains huge risks. If Qidian Real Estate collapses, what will happen to our balance payment? Is this a result we are happy to see? "

Feng Yihao, who had always remained silent in the Jiangcheng second-generation group, suddenly spoke up: "That's enough. Those of you who want to withdraw from the group, get out now." His tone was full of domineering and unquestionable.

His appearance was like a stone thrown into a calm lake. Everyone in the group was shocked by his domineering power. They all spoke one after another. Some people exclaimed: "Brother Hao, you finally appeared!" Some people praised: "Brother Hao, your Your speech is so powerful!" Shangguan Hongchao directly provoked: "Who do you think you are? Do you think you can cover up the sky and the sun? Let me tell you, our Shangguan family is not afraid of you!"

Feng Yihao was not swayed by Shangguan Hongchao's words. He responded coldly: "How powerful do you think the Shangguan family is? I'll leave it here today. Anyone who cooperates with your Shangguan family again in the future will be my enemy. "

As soon as this statement came out, the group was boiling again. Some people support Feng Yihao and believe that he is the real overlord, while others criticize him for being too domineering and arrogant. More people chose to remain silent, as they did not want to be involved in this fight. In just ten minutes, more than a hundred people chose to leave the group, and even one administrator quit.

"What's going on with so many people quitting the group?" someone asked in surprise. Another person replied calmly: "Brother Hao asked us to get out, so let's get out. Brothers, I might as well tell you that Jiangcheng's second-generation 'new' group has been established a few days ago, and most of the people have been pulled out." After that, it doesn’t matter if this old group retreats.”

Feng Yihao quietly watched the commotion in the group, watching people quit the group one by one and make complaints. His eyes were full of determination. As the leader of the group, he began to exercise his power and purge people. He cannot tolerate anyone's provocation, and he wants to prove to everyone that he is the real overlord. However, such behavior has also attracted more questions and criticism. People began to doubt his leadership ability and ambition, but Feng Yihao didn't care about this. He believed that in times of crisis, it was useless to win over connections. Only determination and decisiveness were the most important.

"Those who have joined the new group, please get out of here. Don't force me to kick them out myself!" Feng Yihao suddenly @@ed everyone in the group and issued an infuriating order.

"Damn it! If you want to retreat, retreat, I'm not afraid!" someone responded angrily.

After a quarrel, more people chose to withdraw from the group. In just one hour, there were only two hundred people left out of the original five hundred people. Most of the two hundred people don't like to speak on weekdays.

After kicking so many people away, Feng Yihao set up permissions to prohibit entry into the group. The number of people in this group will only decrease, not increase.

Feng Yihao doesn't care what others think of him. He only knows that he doesn't need so many people to be in his group.

"Didn't you all predict that I would go bankrupt? Today, I will show you how ridiculous your predictions are!" Feng Yihao's face was full of provocation, and his eyes were like a wolf in the cold winter, shining with confidence and determination. of light. His fingers, like notes wandering on a piano keyboard, gently slid across the backend recharge page of the hard-shell TV.

He directly clicked on the recharge page, and a surge of heroic spirit swept out of him like a violent storm. It was an indomitable momentum, like the strong wind on the grassland, cold and passionate.

The amount set on the recharge page of hard-shell TV ranges from 10 yuan to 5 million yuan. This huge amount gap is like a golden mountain, which has attracted questions and complaints from netizens, like flying snow. However, for Feng Yihao, this was just a set up to make it easier for him to recharge money. The golden mountain in his eyes was just a grain of sand in his palm.

There was a trace of impatience in his eyes, like lightning in a storm, which was his nature of not liking trouble. In order to avoid having to recharge hundreds of times each time to give gifts to the anchor, he directly chose the highest amount. This is his style, direct, bold, and informal. He is the kind of person who would rather cut off the tedious and just want to get the most out of it.

The convenience of hard-shell TV is not only reflected in recharging, but also convenient in purchasing gifts. The highest amount of customized gifts on the platform, "Heavenly Wealth", is worth one million yuan. This outrageous price is simply unimaginable on other platforms, and is like a fantasy like a fantasy. However, in Hard Shell TV, this is reality, a reality created by Feng Yihao. Although no one has given this gift yet, its existence is a symbol of Feng Yihao's strength and evidence that he declares his heroism and courage to the world.

Five minutes later, Feng Yihao completed the recharge.

At that moment, he seemed to be the emperor who controlled the world. With just a tap of his fingertips, it was a carnival of money. He opened the live broadcast page of Hard Shell TV. There were not many anchors inside, only more than a thousand people. They were dotted like stars in the dark night, shining brightly. Moreover, the most popular anchor has more than 30,000 viewers. This number may be considered astronomical on other platforms, but in Feng Yihao’s eyes, it is just the tip of the iceberg.

This anchor was once a big anchor on other platforms, with his own traffic and shining brightly. But the current situation does not seem to be ideal. His light seems to be obscured by dark clouds and dim.

"Mao Mao, you were once a famous anchor, with everyone's attention, and millions of fans surrounding you. However, look at your current situation. When you come to this hard-shell TV, your popularity has declined, and the traffic of this platform has declined. It's simply lackluster. You'd better plan for yourself early and change the platform." In the corner of the live broadcast room, the rich man spoke bluntly like an elder, his tone full of concern for cats.

He is her old fan and has been with her every step of the way. No matter which platform she is on, he will always be with her and silently support her. His presence in the live broadcast room is like an eternal mountain, calm, solid, and unchanging. Whenever the cat Miya appears in the live broadcast room, he is always there, watching quietly, giving gifts from time to time, and interpreting "never leave, never give up" with his actions.

"Brother Emperor, I understand. In fact, I am ready to leave Hard Shell TV and will go through the contract termination procedures in the next two days. The contract I signed at that time was only a temporary contract, so even if I have to compensate for part of the cost, the loss will not be It will be too big." Cat Miaomao responded softly, her expression revealing a kind of helplessness and determination. She knew in her heart what losses this decision would bring to her, but she valued future development more. She cannot let her popularity continue to slide on this platform.

"That's true. If you look at the current development situation of hard-shell TV, it's really worrying. Even Brother Hao can't protect himself. Without his financial support, there is no development for this platform. You should leave early, don't stay here I'm wasting my time here." The rich man's words were full of worry. Feng Yihao on the side listened to their conversation quietly, the expression on his face gradually cooled. He was originally very interested in the cat, and even planned to give away dozens of "vast wealth". But upon hearing the news that she was about to leave, he instantly lost all interest. "In this case, forget it." He thought to himself, turned around and prepared to leave.

Maomaomaiya may not know it, but her words in the live broadcast room instantly caused her to lose tens of millions in income. Feng Yihao silently exited her live broadcast room, and his figure gradually disappeared in the darkness, as if he had never appeared.

Feng Yihao, a lonely figure wandering among the female anchor's live broadcast room. His footsteps have never stopped in a certain female anchor's live broadcast room. He has been here, but he has never left any trace, as if he was just a passerby, coming and going in a hurry.

The appearance of those anchors seemed to be unable to meet his unique inner standards, and their beauty seemed pale in his eyes. Only Maomao Miya's appearance barely crosses the passing line, but the other anchors are just plain and average. His vision is unique and picky, and there are very few anchors who can catch his eye.

However, just when Feng Yihao was about to continue his online roaming, he accidentally broke into the live broadcast room of a new anchor. At that moment, he was stunned, as if time had stopped at this moment, and his eyes were full of surprise and curiosity.

"Hello everyone, my name is Meng's Gift, and I am a new anchor. Today is my first day on the air. Thank you for coming to see me!" The new anchor's words were full of anticipation and gratitude. Her passion and sincerity are revealed in every word she speaks and are irresistible. Feng Yihao looked at her and felt an inexplicable emotion in his heart.

Then, she shouted with surprise on her face: "Ah! Thanks to the 'Super Fast Man' brother for the gold coins he gave to the monster, thank you!!" Her tone was full of gratitude and disbelief. There was a happy smile on her face. It was an experience she had never had before, a feeling of being recognized and noticed. Her eyes sparkled with anticipation and enthusiasm, and every move she made was full of energy and passion.

Feng Yihao looked at Feng Yimeng on the screen, with mixed feelings in his heart. On the one hand, he admired and was proud of his sister's seriousness and persistence; on the other hand, he was a little worried. The online world was complex and ever-changing, and he didn't know how long such enthusiasm could last. He remembered the idea of ​​starting a live broadcast that Feng Yimeng had mentioned before. At that time, he only regarded it as her whim. The impulse and passion of young people always come and go quickly. But now she really takes action.

Feng Yihao quietly observed Feng Yimeng on the screen. Every expression, every movement and every word she said touched his heartstrings. Her smile is as warm and bright as the spring sunshine; her eyes sparkle like the stars on a summer night; her words are as sweet and touching as autumn poems; her existence itself is as unique and pure as the winter snowflakes.

He found that his sister was quite suitable to be an anchor.

"Oh my god! The anchor's appearance is like challenging the limits of beauty in the world. She just appears in front of the audience without makeup, without fear of the harsh camera, and even the beauty filter has not been turned on. Her appearance Such courage makes people admire her. Is this true self-confidence? She can be so breathtakingly beautiful even without makeup, which makes people feel shocked. "

"What kind of charm does the anchor have? The moment people watch it, they have the urge to take her into their arms. Her face, her demeanor, and her movements all exude a unique charm. , people are intoxicated and unable to extricate themselves.”

However, in the face of the enthusiastic pursuit of the audience in the live broadcast room, Feng Yimeng always remained sober and calm. "Everyone, please don't get me wrong. I don't come from a wealthy family. I come from a rural area. This villa belongs to my brother, not me," she clarified. This frankness and authenticity makes people appreciate her even more.

However, there are always some people in the live broadcast room who like to use some worldly labels to define her. "Hey! I understand, your brother is the owner of the villa, then you are the daughter of a wealthy family!" Such remarks are undoubtedly unfriendly to Feng Yimeng. However, she did not get angry because of this, she just smiled lightly and continued to interact with the audience.

Her beauty and temperament undoubtedly attracted the attention of many people. Her live broadcast room is becoming more and more popular. Some people even spend a lot of money for her, just to win her smile. "Anchor, how many gifts do I need to exchange for your WeChat account?" Such questions often appear in the live broadcast room. However, Feng Yimeng has never wavered in his principles.

At this moment, a golden light shot into the sky from the bottom of the live broadcast room. That's a big firecracker worth two thousand yuan! The appearance of this scene undoubtedly pushed the atmosphere in the live broadcast room to a climax.

"Oh! Thank you Eastern Emperor for your generous gift. How much is this gift worth?" Feng Yimeng's face showed an expression of surprise. She is still a novice anchor and doesn’t know much about such virtual gifts.

The name of the Eastern Emperor caused an uproar in the live broadcast room.

"The boss is awesome, it turns out that the Eastern Emperor has arrived!" At this moment, the atmosphere in the live broadcast room reached a climax. The audience cheered in unison, their voices filled with respect and admiration. They looked at the Eastern Emperor on the screen, with a majestic expression and majestic momentum, as if an emperor really had descended into the world.

"Isn't the Emperor of the East at the top of the list of cats?" someone couldn't help but ask. As soon as these words came out, the live broadcast room suddenly fell into an uproar. They did not expect that this Eastern Emperor would be at the top of the list of cats and cats, which only added to his mystery and majesty.

At this moment, someone shouted loudly: "It seems that the Eastern Emperor wants to exchange gifts to get the anchor's WeChat account!" This sentence was like a bomb, which instantly detonated in the live broadcast room. The audience began to scroll wildly, and the message board was filled with all kinds of speculations and blessings. They are all looking forward to the Eastern Emperor's next move and want to see what kind of gifts he will give the streamer.

However, Feng Yihao was angry at this time. Isn't this the tycoon who was so arrogant in the Maomaomaiya live broadcast room just now? As soon as he walked away with his front legs, his back legs caught up to him, and he even didn't let go of his sister. Feng Yihao clenched his fists, his eyes revealing an unspeakable anger. He would never allow anyone to hurt his sister, not even in this way.

"Ah! Add WeChat," there was a trace of hesitation in Feng Yimeng's tone. Her eyes shone with prudence, like plum blossoms blooming alone in the cold wind. Although fragile, they were tenacious. She clenched her hands like the strings of a piano, ready to play the music in her heart at any time, but she was afraid that the melody would be inappropriate. Her live broadcast room is like the quiet lake, and the appearance of the wealthy brother is like a pebble, causing ripples.

His generosity was as violent as a rainstorm, and his momentum was as sweeping as a strong wind. This momentum made people surprised and happy, but it also made Feng Yimeng feel a little uneasy. She was like a little bird, swaying in the storm, but she always maintained an independent posture, never being blown down by the wind, nor getting wet by the rain.

If it were another female anchor, she might have been dancing like a butterfly and couldn't wait to chat privately with the rich man. After all, with such a big brother to protect them, their live broadcast room will be like a garden full of flowers, and the gifts will continue like spring rain, and they will be like the cheerful lark, enjoying all this beauty. Adding WeChat is just a trivial move for them, so what's the harm?
  However, Feng Yimeng is different. She was neither overjoyed nor impatient about the rich man's invitation, only confused and doubtful. She knows that adding WeChat is not just about accepting someone into her life, it also opens a door to the unknown world. And is this big brother’s purpose really just to add a WeChat account?

She is like a smart detective, observing every move of her eldest brother. She understood that the hundreds of thousands of gifts were not just random gifts. They were his investment and his contribution. And what does he want to get? Is it her laughter? Is it her company? Or her heart?

But Feng Yimeng didn't lack anything. She started live streaming just because she loves sharing and communicating with netizens. She doesn't need to make a lot of money through live broadcasts, nor does she need to find a rich man to back her up. Because for her, she already has the most precious wealth-Feng Yihao's care and support.

When she mentioned Feng Yihao, a warm smile appeared on her face. It is the love of a brother for his sister, and the care of a relative for his family. What he gave her was not only money, but also the endless love and support that allowed her to move forward courageously on the road of life.

In the end, Feng Yimeng shook his head slightly and said in a firm and decisive tone: "Sorry, I really don't think it's appropriate to add WeChat. I hope you can understand." Although her voice was gentle, it revealed a An indescribable force. It is a kind of courage to refuse, and also a kind of belief in persisting in oneself.

There was an uproar in the live broadcast room. Some were surprised by her determination, some lamented her stubbornness, and some admired her independence. But Feng Yimeng just stood there quietly, like the pine trees in the mountains, which always stood firm no matter the wind or rain.

[Emperor of the East, a gift for anchor Meng, big firecracker*2]

[Emperor of the East, a gift for anchor Meng, big firecracker*3]

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  [Emperor of the East, a gift for anchor Meng, big firecracker*10]

[Anchor, can I add you on WeChat now? 】The Eastern Emperor commented proudly.

The Emperor of the East, a well-known local tycoon, is still as domineering as ever, and his pride soars into the sky. This time, his heroic feat was even more jaw-dropping. He threw out ten large firecrackers worth 20,000 yuan at every turn, as if the bright stars were fissioning in the night sky, and the bright sparks illuminated the live broadcast room as if it were daytime. Such a luxurious and generous act is amazing and jaw-dropping.

For a newcomer who has just entered the anchor world, it is an unprecedented feat to receive such a generous gift on the first day of broadcasting. For an ordinary little anchor, this must be a feast of ecstasy and excitement that makes them unable to extricate themselves. However, Feng Yimeng, despite being a young anchor, did not show much excitement. There was a hint of displeasure in her expression, and she even felt a bit disgusted with this Eastern emperor.

She silently thought to herself: "Do you think WeChat friends are commodities that can be bought and sold at will? Can anyone who sends more gifts become my friend?" She knows very well that WeChat friends should be The emotional bond between friends is a symbol of fate, so how can it be measured by the amount of money?

So, she resolutely rejected Dongfang Emperor's "kindness" and said firmly: "I'm sorry, Brother Dongfang Emperor, I think this is a bit inappropriate." As soon as she said this, the live broadcast room instantly became excited, and comments Flying like the tide, like stars in the night sky, dazzling.

"Sister Anchor, what's wrong with you? You don't even give me the respect of the Emperor of the East?" someone asked jokingly, with a hint of amusement in his tone.

"Haha, I really didn't expect that the Eastern Emperor would be rejected one day. This operation is very powerful!" Someone gloated and laughed.

"It seems that this anchor sister is really not short of money. The Emperor of the East has hit the wall this time!" someone else mocked.

The eldest brother, the Emperor of the East, felt that his face had been disgraced, and his heart was burning with anger. He thought to himself: "You are just a female anchor. How noble do you think you are? I must let you become my WeChat friend today." He thought that Feng Yimeng was just pretentious and had unfulfilled desires. So he vowed to use his money offensive to completely defeat her and make her surrender to his money.

However, Feng Yimeng was not shaken by all this. She had her own bottom line and persistence in her heart. She knows that her own value cannot be measured by money, and she does not want to be an accessory for others to show off their wealth. In this battle between money and principles, she firmly chose the latter. Her eyes revealed firmness and courage, as if to say: "Although I am a small anchor, I have my dignity and principles. Although money is good, what I care more about is sincerity and respect between people." "Such Feng Yimeng makes people admire and fall in love with him.

But for the Eastern Emperor, he just felt that money was not enough!

[The Emperor of the East, a gift to anchor Meng, big firecrackers*20! 】

[The Emperor of the East, a gift to anchor Meng, big firecrackers*30! 】

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  [The Emperor of the East, a gift to anchor Meng, big firecrackers*100! 】

In the moment of astonishment, the Eastern Emperor came to the world like a god of wealth, and an unparalleled atmosphere and pride spurted out of him. He didn't hesitate at all, and with a flick of his finger, he directly fired out a hundred bright firecrackers. The entire number actually reached two hundred thousand! !

In the live broadcast room, the originally noisy atmosphere instantly fell into dead silence. People were stunned, as if being choked by an invisible force. The gorgeous firecrackers bloomed in the night sky, like brilliant fireworks, illuminating the entire screen with colorful and dazzling colors. Every ray of light seems to be telling the splendor and glory of the Eastern Emperor. Such a grand occasion is really breathtaking.

"It's an astronomical figure!" Some people couldn't help but exclaimed, "Two hundred thousand, that's the salary I spent five years of my youth to earn! However, the Eastern Emperor easily made such a profit in just five minutes. I'm afraid only real bosses can possess such handwriting." His words were filled with endless envy and admiration.

"Emperor of the East, do you still lack a humble pendant on your thigh?" Someone else joked, with a hint of self-deprecation and helplessness in his tone.

Everyone was in an uproar, and for a while, the live broadcast room was filled with awe of the Eastern Emperor. His arrogance and financial resources are like an insurmountable mountain, making countless people feel ashamed.

However, amidst this commotion, the Eastern Emperor was not complacent. He confidently sent a comment directed at Feng Yimeng: "Sister Anchor, I sincerely hope to make friends with you. I have sent you a private message in the background and I hope you can reply to me!" It is full of sincerity and expectation.

Facing this scene, Feng Yimeng's face showed a hint of embarrassment. She never thought that she would meet such a rich fan in her live broadcast room, and she never thought that he would show his kindness to her in this way. She hesitated for a moment, experiencing some inner struggle. After all, I decided to stick to my principles and not be influenced by money.

She took a deep breath and responded with a firm face: "Thank you, Emperor of the East, for your love. I deeply admire your generosity. But I hope that our interactions can be based on equality and respect, not just on money." relationship. I hope we can communicate with our hearts, understand and support each other. I hope you can understand my thoughts."

After saying this, she smiled slightly, and there was a hint of calmness and calmness in her smile. Her eyes were clear and firm, as if she were saying: "Although I, Feng Yimeng, am just a small anchor, I have my bottom line and principles. Although money is important, what is more important is sincerity and sincerity between people." respect."

　There are red envelopes in this chapter, and there are also unfinished red envelopes in the first two chapters. Please remember to claim them.
  　　
  　
  (End of this chapter)