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Seriously, just watch the pirated version quietly …
There's no need to go to the comment section and tell the old hat that you want to watch the pirated version because you have zero fan value … Originally, I just want to watch the pirated version … Heartache …
The rubbish novels in your mouth are all updated by the old hat every night for two or three hours.
Put yourself in others' shoes.
No matter what, you want to make a breakthrough every day to see how long you can hold on. The threshold of one million words has been passed, and two million words are almost there.
You work hard every day.
"Shua —" A WeChat red envelope with "Congratulations on getting rich" popped up.
Mo Ran's heart beat violently with the appearance of this red envelope. The digital tycoon finally replied to me.
Will there be a special amount in this red envelope this time?
Mo Ran was puzzled about the 1.25 yuan red envelope last night. She even looked through the elementary school Olympiad training materials, all kinds of addition, subtraction, multiplication, and division symbols, but she couldn't figure it out.
She clicked on the red envelope with trembling hands. …
… She clicked on it.
In a small motel in Ling City, Zhao Jun was tied to the bed and watched by two burly men.
"Two heroes, can you help me put on my underwear first?" Zhao Jun looked down at his naked body with a bitter face, and then looked at the two burly men pleadingly.
Two hundred? The largest amount of a single red envelope. Is there any special meaning to this?
"Don't always send me red envelopes, let's chat." Mo Ran couldn't figure it out, but she replied the message immediately.
Chat? Song Qian didn't know what to talk about with this female streamer. A man and a woman, not very familiar with each other, chatted about flirting. He was just a little interested in the female streamer's voice. This kind of obviously scheming woman, if he didn't sleep well, he would fall.
"Watch your live broadcast tonight." Song Qian replied. After thinking about it, he clicked on another red envelope.
Seeing the message, Mo Ran's depressed mood suddenly brightened. Although it was not yet three o 'clock, she couldn't wait to start the evening live broadcast.
After ending the chat with Mo Ran, Song Qian looked through a few unread text messages.
Almost all of them were information about the changes in the account balance. He still had 38,000 yuan left out of his 100,000 yuan quota for the day, and this was after transferring 5,000 yuan to his little sister and eating a flashy hotpot.
It seemed that if he made good use of his status as the acting God of Fortune, spread his wealth, and leveled up properly, Song Qian's good days should still be ahead of him.
Hmm? A message from Zhao Jun?
Zhao Jun, Song Qian's high school classmate. Originally, his family's conditions were even worse than Song Qian's, but he was lucky. The two dilapidated houses happened to be demolished, so he was allocated two houses in the city center. In the end, he sold one house and lived in the other. In an instant, he became a second-generation who had a house and more than a million yuan.
Unlike most of the second generation, Zhao Jun didn't spend all his time eating, drinking, whoring, and gambling. Using money to make money could last for a long time. This was Zhao Jun's philosophy. Although he only had a million in cash, he had good connections. He could get some small loans and collect interest, so he could earn more than his classmates who worked part-time.
The content of the message made people speechless.
"I'm Zhao Jun. I was jumped by a slutty immortal. Now I'm in their hands. Not only have I been emptied, but they also want me to pay another 10,000 yuan, or they will castrate me. Dear students and friends, I'm here to beg for my descendants. Lend me 10,000 yuan and return it within three days with interest of 5,000 yuan. Please transfer it to * * * *, recipient: Qian * * *. "
Looking at this old-fashioned fraud message, Song Qian couldn't help but feel sad for Zhao Jun. This guy's lasciviousness was well known. He liked to do it as long as he could have sex for free.
You have to pay for what you do. There is no such thing as a free lunch in the world. In this regard, Song Qian once asserted that this guy would be jumped by an immortal sooner or later.
However, this text message at this time was 100% sure that it was a fraud message. Anyone who was jumped by an immortal might send a text message for help, but Zhao Jun would not. Yesterday, Zhao Jun was still spreading loan information in the group, saying that he had just received a large loan, no mortgage, simple procedures, and monthly interest was 1/2.
Therefore, even if he was really jumped by an immortal, it was impossible that he couldn't even pay a mere 10,000 yuan and end up having his little penis cut off.
He should have lost his phone.
However, the theme chosen by this swindler really matched. Including the words 10,000 yuan and 5,000 yuan interest, it also sounded like Zhao Jun's tone. This guy really dared to run naked in the street when he was ruthless.
Song Qian smiled and was about to click on the next message.
Suddenly, he hesitated. Anyway, there was a lot of balance in the card, and there happened to be an account here. Even if it was a swindler, it was not easy. If he transferred 10,000 yuan to him, maybe it would be enough for him to pay this month's rent. Moreover, after the swindler succeeded, he might not deceive others, at least not for the time being. The point was that he gave out 10,000 yuan because of this. It was beneficial to others and to society. Why not?
Thinking of this, Song Qian walked to the nearest Huatai Bank ATm machine and transferred 10,000 yuan to the other party with the bank card information in Zhao Jun's message.
After the transfer, Song Qian felt that it was necessary to remind the swindler, so he replied in a text message: "The money has been transferred." After waiting for a while, there was no reply, so he gave up.
"Scar Face, Scab Head Three."
"Subordinate is here!"
…
In a small motel in Ling City, Zhao Jun was tied to the bed and watched by two burly men.
"Two heroes, can you help me put on my underwear first?" Zhao Jun looked down at his naked body with a bitter face, and then looked at the two burly men pleadingly.
Song Qian called out, and the two of them suddenly jumped out of nowhere.
"Tell me, I still have more than 20,000 in my hands. Where is the best place to spend it?" "Go to a place that is fun and can give a lot of people who need money to make a living." It sounded like a request to have both fish and bear's paw.
Scar Face thought for a moment and said, "According to the boss's request, we can go to save women who have lost their footing."
"Puff –" Scar Face almost vomited blood again: "The boss wants to go to play, not to be a philanthropist."
"Go to play, Di Hao Entertainment Club. There are many women who have lost their footing there. The boss can enjoy his wealth there."
Uh! This explanation really met the requirements.
"Okay! Let's go to Di Hao Entertainment Club! "
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…
In a small motel in Ling City, Zhao Jun was tied to the bed and watched by two burly men.
"Two heroes, can you help me put on my underwear first?" Zhao Jun looked down at his naked body with a bitter face, and then looked at the two burly men pleadingly.
In a small motel in Ling City, Zhao Jun was tied to the bed and watched by two burly men.
"That depends on what effect you want to have with your money," Scar Face asked.
Effect? Song Qian really hadn't considered this problem. Originally, if he had money, he could eat, drink, and play. However, when Scar Face mentioned the effect, Song Qian thought of the source of his money. The God of Fortune always gave priority to spreading wealth.
"Go to a place that is fun and can give a lot of money to people who need it for a living." It sounded like a request to have both fish and bear paws.
Scar Face thought for a moment and said, "According to the boss's request, we can go to save women who have lost their footing."
"Puff —" Scar Face almost vomited blood again. "The boss wants to go to play, not to be a philanthropist."
"Go to play, Di Hao Entertainment Club. There are many women who have lost their footing there. The boss can enjoy his wealth there."
Uh! This …
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In a small motel in Ling City, Zhao Jun was tied to the bed and watched by two burly men.
"Two heroes, can you help me put on my underwear first?" With a bitter face, Zhao Jun looked down at his naked body, and then looked at the two burly men with a pleading look.
In a small motel in Ling City, Zhao Jun was tied to the bed and watched by two burly men. "Go to a place that is fun and can give a lot of money to people who need it for a living." It sounded like a request to have both fish and bear paws.
Scar Face thought for a moment and said, "According to the boss's request, we can go to save women who have lost their footing."
"Puff —" Scar Face almost vomited blood again. "The boss wants to go to play, not to be a philanthropist."
"Go to play, Di Hao Entertainment Club. There are many women who have lost their footing there. The boss can enjoy his wealth there."
Uh! This explanation was really in line with the requirements.
"Good! Let's go to Di Hao Entertainment Club! "
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… …
In a small motel in Ling City, Zhao Jun was tied to the bed and watched by two burly men.
"Two heroes, can you help me put on my underwear first?" With a bitter face, Zhao Jun looked down at his naked body, and then looked at the two burly men with a pleading look.
In a small motel in Ling City, Zhao Jun was tied to the bed and watched by two burly men.
In a small motel in Ling City, Zhao Jun was tied to the bed and watched by two burly men.
"Two heroes, can you help me put on my underwear first?" With a bitter face, Zhao Jun looked down at his naked body, and then looked at the two burly men with a pleading look.
In a small motel in Ling City, Zhao Jun was tied to the bed and watched by two burly men.
In a small motel in Ling City, Zhao Jun was tied to the bed and watched by two burly men.
"Two heroes, can you help me put on my underwear first?" With a bitter face, Zhao Jun looked down at his naked body, and then looked at the two burly men with a pleading look.
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