People are in Taoyuan, there are really no beasts in the mountains behind my home

Chapter 25 So Many Tyrants!
"What? The old Yi's family asked for the young man's mobile phone number??"

"What are you eating? A vice president of traditional Chinese medicine can't even do this well?"

"You wait for me in the office, I will come to your hospital right away! This matter will be preempted by Lao Yi and Lao Wang, I will break your leg."

The old man's scolding came from the other end of the phone.

"Okay, dad, don't get angry, don't get angry when you scold others, your health is important, I'll wait for you in the office, okay?" The middle-aged man sighed helplessly and replied.

After about ten minutes, an old man who had appeared at Wang Deshan's house before came to the middle-aged man's office out of breath.

"Dad, what are you in a hurry for? Isn't it just an anchor call? The Yi family has asked. You can just call and ask Uncle Yi if he is right. Why do you have to come here?" The middle-aged man was a little puzzled.

"Bastard, don't tell me about Wang Deshan, He Yi and Gui, these two old bastards, the older they get, the more thieves they get. They don't tell me the phone number, they have to rely on their own abilities. Okay, I'll find out by myself today. That young man wants a phone number." Fang Qirui held back his anger and was very angry.

"Turn on the computer and let me see how to do it."

"Okay, Dad, I'll turn on the computer for you." The middle-aged man couldn't help it, the old man was more stubborn than a cow, and he refused to give up easily until the things he decided were done.

Turned on the computer, clicked into Lin Bei's live broadcast room, and sure enough, through the lens, it was indeed this young man displayed on the screen.

"Type me and ask him what his phone number is."

There was no way, the middle-aged man could only frown and type a sentence on the keyboard, and sent it.

The result can be imagined
After more than ten minutes, the old man became a little impatient and yelled at his own son.

"What's the matter? Did you post it? Did they return it?"

"Dad, I posted it. There are too many people in this live broadcast room, and the anchor can't see it at all."

"Then what can I do?" Fang Tian spread his hands, expressing that he was also helpless.

"How about calling Xiaoyu here, they are all young people, what can we do?" Fang Qirui, who was sitting on a chair, asked.

"I don't know if Xiaoyu is in the department. Wait a minute, I'll give him a call."

After another ten minutes, a young man wearing glasses walked into the office.

"Dad, there is still something to do in the department. Why are you looking for me?"

"Hey, grandpa, are you here? What's the matter?" Fang Yu came over curiously.

Looking at it, I found that a young guy was playing live on the computer.

After Fang Qirui finished talking with his grandson in detail, Fang Yu's eyes lit up.

"Master of acupuncture and moxibustion? Healed the king cobra bite? My darling, this is amazing, do you want his phone number? Okay, leave it to me." Fang Yu patted his chest and said.

"Why are you still sitting? Make room for your son, go somewhere to cool off." Fang Qirui kicked Fang Tian who was sitting aside, cursing.

Fang Tian glared at Fang Yu, who was snickering aside, and quickly stood up, giving up the seat to his son.

Thus, there were three generations of grandparents watching Lin Bei's live broadcast together.

Fang Yu sent several barrages in a row, but all of them fell into the sea. He didn't get any response, and he felt a little angry.

"What kind of anchor is this? He doesn't respond to messages at all." Fang Yu muttered.

"Can you do it, kid? If you can't, get out!" Fang Tian stared.

"Dad, grandpa, wait a minute. I'll top up my value and get a gift. I believe this anchor will notice me soon." Fang Yu said.

Your old baby: present the anchor with a gold medal.

Your old baby: gift the streamer a bike.

Fang Tian sent two gifts, but still did not receive a response from Lin Bei.

"Xiaoyu, is this gift worthless? How about giving it a big one?" Fang Tian whispered beside him.

"Yeah! Dad, why didn't I think of it, wait a minute, I'm charging some money."

Your old baby: present the anchor with an aircraft carrier.

"Holy crap, here we come again, boss, another local tyrant."

"Aircraft carrier, what the fuck, there are thousands of gifts."

"The hosts are coming to your studio one after another, what's going on?"

"Same question, in this outdoor live broadcast room, except for those women who have seen local tyrants, there are basically very few local tyrants. Why do you come here one after another, the anchor?"

Lin Bei was also very confused. What happened today? Why are there thousands of dollars worth of gifts, one after another?
"Thank you for this old baby brother's aircraft carrier, atmosphere, thank you very much." Lin Bei quickly thanked you.

"Haha, Dad, Grandpa, listen, this anchor is thanking us for our name."

"Xiaoyu, why don't you make another one?" Fang Qirui asked after thinking for a moment.

"Swipe! Listen to grandpa, let's brush one and see if he ignores us."

Your old baby: present the anchor with a cloud piercing arrow.

"I'll go, with a cloud-piercing arrow, thousands of troops will come to meet you, the old treasure local tyrants are so terrifying."

"Is this the third boss who collects presents? Really awesome, this cloud-piercing arrow costs several thousand."

"Why do you think there are so many local tyrants today?"

"I'll go, it's another cloud-piercing arrow. Thank you for another gift from the old baby brother. It's magnificent, the boss is magnificent." Lin Bei saw the special effect of the barrage in the live broadcast room, and quickly thanked him. He couldn't help but sigh, it's good to be rich, rich Really capricious.

After a long time, the local tyrant who collected gifts finally spoke.

"Look at the anchor, the local tyrant has spoken!!!"

"The barrage is too fast, anchor, wait for the brothers to copy it for you!!"

"Hello anchor, can you send me your contact number, what can I do for you?"

"I'll go, these local tyrants are all looking for the anchor's contact information??"

"Sure enough, you are indeed a local tyrant, this old baby brother is already ranked third!!"

"Awesome, how come no local tyrant asks for my phone number? I'll give it to you for five yuan!"

The fans in the live broadcast sighed.

Lin Bei is also a little puzzled. Is this local tyrant in the live broadcast room the same as the two before?

"Ask me for my phone number? Is it also for the Chinese medicine I showed earlier?" Lin Bei thought to himself.

"Okay, dear brother, I'll send you the phone number privately right away." Lin Bei agreed.

"Haha! Grandpa, it's done, this is this kid's phone." Fang Yu breathed a sigh of relief, pointing to the string of numbers on the screen and said.

"Xiaoyu is not bad. He is much smarter than your father. Your father really can't do anything. He is No.1 for eating."

"Okay, it's none of your business here, go get busy, I'll ask your grandma to make something delicious tonight, you come home for dinner." With a smile on his face, Fang Qirui patted his grandson on the shoulder and smiled.

"Okay, grandpa, dad, I'll go first."

None of the old men who got the phone number called Lin Bei first.

This kind of thing can't be rushed. You have to think about what price to offer to the other party first. If you call first and the price is lower, wouldn't it be that such a successor who mastered the lost acupuncture techniques was handed over to others? .

Several old men have their own ulterior motives, and they are testing each other to see who will make the first call.

(End of this chapter)