Extreme Challenge: Get 100 Billion Bonus At The Beginning

A few young people couldn't help rolling their eyes, feeling deceived and ready to turn around and leave.

And Lu Ming, at this time, put the pair on the guzheng again, his expression was calm, and a brand new tune flowed out from his fingertips.

Those young people suddenly stopped and were attracted by the melodious sound of the piano.

And a calm and vigorous singing sounded.

"With a laugh from the sea, the tide is surging on both sides of the strait!"

"Follow the waves, just remember the present day."

"The sky is laughing, and there are tides in the world."

"Whoever loses wins, God knows."

"Jiangshanxiao, Yanyuyao..."

When Lu Ming's song sang, and it sounded here, the faces of the more than 100 people suddenly showed surprise, and goose bumps on their arms appeared unconsciously.

And the few people who were about to leave were even more intoxicated.

It's so good, it's so damn good!

This song is perfect with this song!

The lyrics are even better!

Full of pride, the air covers the sky.

At the end of the song, there were nearly 300 people in the audience.

There was a contented smile on everyone's face.

"Fuck, this song is a god, I think it's even better than the songs of those super top singers."

"I heard the taste of Jianghu."

"Really, I seem to have seen the heroes of the rivers and lakes, drinking and singing."

"Uncle is indeed your uncle, it's really awesome!"

"I just checked, this song is really an original song, I just want to give this uncle a wave of 666."

There were only more than 300 spectators at the scene, but the coldness created an atmosphere of thousands of people.

Listening to the cheers from the crowd, Lu Ming felt that his emotions were being slowly mobilized.

But looking at the guitar case, damn, there's not even a dollar.

Not even a dollar from the prestige.

Lu Ming's head was covered with black lines. He coughed lightly and said in a low voice: "The following song is given to a friend who is for me."

"Here, he's coming, he's walking."

"Come on, uncle, I feel like you're going to be on fire today!"

"Yes, there is already a video of this uncle on the Internet, it's too awesome!"

"Master, hurry up and sing, I'll make a video for you too!"

Many people took out their mobile phones to take pictures and record videos, and some people directly broadcast live on Douyin.

...

Gu Ying and Chu Yusuo were sitting on the sofa, Hu Dad was lying on the sofa, watching TV.

The animal world is playing in front of the TV, which is his favorite program. Every time he sees the lion and tiger running on the TV, he thinks of his long-lost youth.

Chu Yusuo and Gu Ying sat cross-legged on the sofa, brushing their phones boredly.

Today is the day when Lu Ming's challenge begins, but the live broadcast room is dark.

Because they want to hide their identity, this time Lu Ming's challenge can only be broadcast after the end, and there is no news on the Internet. They don't even know which city Lu Ming is in now, so they can only be anxious.

"what?"

Unconsciously paddling in her hand, Chu Yusuo was still thinking about how to comfort Lu Ming after this time.

If the challenge fails, he must be very disappointed, and he must let Lushen get back on his feet.

Suddenly, Chen Xuan let out a soft moan, and his eyes were attracted by a live video on his mobile phone.

A small internet celebrity with 50,000 or 60,000 followers is pointing the camera at a man who looks a little sloppy.

Although it looks completely different from Lu Ming on the surface, Chu Yusuo and Gu Ying recognized Lu Ming's true identity for the first time.

Without him, those eyes are so similar to Lu Ming!

Except for Lu Ming, no one has such confidence in their eyes!

The two looked at each other, excited at the same time.

As the little netizens turned around with their mobile phones, everything nearby came into their eyes.

An audience of more than 300 people, and a steady stream of people were attracted from afar.

"Wow, there are so many people!"

"What did Lushen just do, do these people recognize Lushen's identity?"

The two looked at each other and shook their heads at the same time.

Lu Ming's outfit at this time, except for those eyes, is completely an old man who has experienced vicissitudes of life, how can other people recognize it.

What did the god of the road just do to gather so many people in just half an hour.

At this time, Xiao Wanghong's crisp voice sounded.

"This uncle is really amazing. He just sang an original song, but unfortunately I didn't record it. Otherwise, I feel like I can definitely be on the top of the trending search. Now the uncle wants to give a song to his friends, let us Stay tuned!"

"Original? No. 1 in the most popular searches? Xiaoyuer, are you kidding me?"

"With this ability, he can still sing on the street. Isn't he fragrant when he goes to participate in the Great Voice of Daxia?"

"I want to see if this uncle is really so arrogant."

However, Chu Yusuo and Gu Ying captured the main point of Xiaowanghong's words.

A song for a friend?

Is it for me?

The two looked at each other again, but at this time there was a sense of tit-for-tat in their eyes.

Lu Ming was already holding the guitar at this time, and with a swipe of his fingers, a melodious voice came out immediately.

The crowd around was silent, and everyone keenly felt that this song was completely different from the previous songs.

If the previous song was heroic, now this song is a little sad.

And as the tune sounded, Lu Ming also started singing.

"The rain on the road is like snowflakes."

"Are you cold when you cry?"

"I'll grind this windbreaker until you have a corsage."

"I'm not even afraid of falling off."

"Why are you always concerned?"

"I painstakingly selected I want to drive you home today."

...

Lu Ming's voice was low and tactful, full of emotions. From the first sentence, the people around him were immersed in a lingering sadness.

Sure enough, it was not what they expected. It was completely different from the previous song. It was melodious and sad. Many people at the scene only listened to the first few sentences, and there were tears in their eyes.

Chu Yusuo was also stunned. The moment the song rang, she knew that this Cantonese song was given to her by Lu Ming, but why did it sound so sad, as if she was about to part soon.

The live broadcast room of Xiaowanghong originally had only one or two hundred people, but before the song was finished, the number of people instantly soared to more than 2,000.

"Damn it, this uncle is awesome!"

"I've never heard such a good Cantonese song."

"Woo, listening to this song, I remembered my lost youth, Xiaoling, Xiaoye, Tingting, Momo, Xiner, how are you?"

"Nima, I was about to cry, you sand sculpture, I can't help laughing now."

"..."

Soon, after a song was sung, I remembered the warm applause.

Some people wiped the corners of their eyes, and some people cheered loudly: "Master, you are awesome!"

"One more song!"

"It's an original song again, the uncle is still your uncle."

"I recorded this song, and this will be my phone ringtone in the future."

"This is a love song. Uncle's emotional experience is very rich."

"Master, what's the name of this song?"

Lu Ming had already sat up from the chair at this time, and pretended to hammer the waist rod, holding the microphone and saying, "This song is called "Under Mount Fuji"!"

"Under Mount Fuji, what a great name."

"Master, let's do another song."

"You idiots, are you tired of singing without watching the uncle? Why don't you hurry up and buy a bottle of water for the uncle?"

A young man stepped forward immediately, stuffed a bottle of water into Lu Ming's hand, and said kindly: "Master, if there is not enough water, will I go again later, Master, are you hungry? I'll buy it for you again. A box lunch."

Lu Ming twitched the corners of his mouth, rolled his eyes and looked at the young man, patted his shoulder vigorously: "You are not bad, sir, thank you."

"Hey, uncle, you are really strong."

The young man grinned.

Lu Ming took a sip of water to moisten his throat. He held the microphone and looked at the more than 500 people around him. The uncles were shouting everywhere, urging him to continue singing.

Lu Ming was in no hurry.

These two songs can be regarded as letting everyone see his strength. Now just let them go and they won't go.

But the problem is, he hasn't received a dime now...

Your uncle's, I really thought I was obligated to perform.

Is the prostitution party so happy?

He stared at the guitar case, lost in thought.