100 million walk alone

Chapter 49
The fat man who was being targeted turned his head inadvertently.

Everything outside the gate was as usual, and there was no suspicious person.

That snake-like gaze came from a hundred meters away.

A hundred meters away is another street, full of traffic and crowds.

At this time, it was the evening rush hour, and the fat man saw a lot of passers-by, but he couldn't tell who was the real culprit.

The moment the fat man turned around, the cold gaze disappeared.

"Snake demon mark?"

Fatty suddenly had this thought, and his heart was fluctuating.

According to legend, there is a snake demon that will record the shape and breath of the prey and make a special mark just by looking at the prey.

Once marked, even if the prey escapes to the ends of the earth, it will be tracked by the snake demon.

To describe it in scientific terms, that kind of snake demon mark is equivalent to implanting a GPS tracker in the human body.

"Why don't you talk?" Seeing that the eldest brother on the list was silent, Mu Mujiang turned her head and asked.

"I... It's the first time I see a goddess, I'm very nervous, I don't know what to say." The fat man ejaculated like a shy otaku.

"You can say whatever you want, I like to hear you talk." Mu Mujiang was very active.

"Why?" The fat man didn't follow the female anchor's train of thought.

"Didn't someone tell you that your voice is very similar to Daoist Wang Ye." Mu Mujiang turned on the Two-dimensional mode.

"You also watch "Under the Yiren"?" The fat man found a fan.

"Well, I've caught up to season 138." Mu Mujiang said.

While talking, we reached the elevator entrance, and Mu Mujiang used a super room card to open the No. 4 elevator.

Fatty captured important information through this detail.

Mu Mujiang's operation just now is very in line with the character design.

The majority of netizens do not know her true identity, and regard her as a female anchor from an ordinary family.

According to the information sent by Bai Lan, Mu Mujiang not only has a grandfather who lives in a province, but her father is also a major shareholder of a well-known company.

For female monks of this kind of family background, it is a routine operation to apply for super membership in Xinyue Hotel.

When we reached the 66th floor, the fat man pretended to be shocked: "How do you know that I live on the 66th floor?"

Mu Mujiang was also surprised: "You lived in Xinyue Hotel?"

"Yes, this is my room card." The fat man took out the platinum room card and clearly wrote 6606.

"What a coincidence, I ordered 6609." Mu Mujiang also took out the room card from her handbag, and it was indeed 6609.

"Haha, it seems that we are destined to be 69." The fat man laughed.

"You're not allowed to drive, and we agreed to only eat." Mu Mujiang was pure and simple, and every day when she met various old drivers in the live broadcast room, she understood everything she should know.

"Ahem, blame me for not making it clear. In fact, you don't need to set a location, it's the same if you go to my room to eat." The fat man was on the edge of the female anchor's bottom line, frantically probing.

"No, if you go to someone else's room, my family will scold me. It is agreed that I will treat you to dinner, and you come to my side." Mu Mujiang said, swiped her card and opened the door of room 6609.

As soon as the fat man entered, his eyes were opened again.

This house is different from the 6606 he lives in. It has a theme and is full of western fairy tale atmosphere.

When the light was turned on, Mu Mujiang went in and took off the mask, just like Snow White.

Seeing that beautiful scene, Fatty thought of Master Huang Zhan, the godfather of Buwen, who wrote a song "Snow Girl Seven Friends" back then. The lyrics are very fairytale: "Snow White has seven dwarfs, and Snow White sleeps with seven people at a time. Seven Snow White friends sleep in the same bed, and the seven dwarfs have seven sticks..."

The four dead brothers are worthy of this song.

After taking her seat, Mu Mujiang put her small hand on the corner of her skirt beside her knees: "What do you want to eat?"

The fat man smiled and said, "Usually I ask girls what they want to eat, but now it's the other way around, and I don't know how to answer the question."

Mu Mujiang also smiled: "Then let me order, do you have any taboos?"

"I have no taboos." The fat man was a little curious about what the female anchor would order.

"What is your cultivation level, can you eat something with high energy?" Mu Mujiang asked very intimately.

"Late stage of the Apparition Realm." Fatty said, feeling that the female anchor would make a big move.

Sure enough, Mu Mujiang made a big deal: "Then here's a pair of mutated double-headed abalones. It's no problem to eat one in the later stage of manifestation."

The fat man was stunned for a moment. A mutated double-headed abalone cost 500 million yuan, known as the king of cups, and a pair would cost 1000 million yuan.

He tried to understand Mu Mujiang's train of thought: Could it be that you treat the guests and I pay?
In order to complete the task, he gritted his teeth and agreed: "OK."

Mu Mujiang picked up the tablet that came with the hotel, looked at the dazzling menu, and said, "I don't drink alcohol, I just drink Eden apple juice, okay?"

"Okay." The fat man tried his best to cooperate, ignoring the 20 yuan for a glass of apple juice.

"Do you need anything else?" Mu Mujiang asked.

"Almost, a double-headed abalone can fill me up." The fat man said.

"Okay then." Mu Mujiang ordered the meal and paid with her membership card.

"Wait." Only then did the fat man realize something was wrong: "Did you pay the bill just now?"

"Yeah, what's wrong?" Mu Mujiang asked back.

"Shouldn't I pay the bill?" The fat man couldn't keep up with the female anchor's train of thought.

"I treat you to dinner, of course I pay the bill." Mu Mujiang couldn't keep up with the fat man's train of thought.

The fat man was stunned: "Which teacher taught you mathematics? I only tipped 100 million. Don't you think it's a bad thing for you to treat me to a few million?"

Mu Mujiang asked back: "Great Emperor, may I ask you a few questions first?"

The fat man said: "Don't call me Emperor, you can call me the ordinary Big Brother."

"Okay, big brother, when did you come to Xinyue Hotel?" Mu Mujiang asked.

"It's been a while, there's an auction tomorrow, I'm here to buy something," said the fat man.

"You seem to be coming to my live broadcast room for the first time, why did you suddenly reward 100 million?" Mu Mujiang asked again.

The fat man said solemnly: "My first love's hometown is in Deyang, Shushan. They are from Deyang, and they all love to speak German."

Mu Mujiang chuckled: "Who said that people in Deyang love to speak German?"

The fat man coaxed: "Don't pay attention to these details, anyway, hearing you sing German songs reminds me of my first love."

Mu Mujiang believed it, and she was moved: "You really are a real fan!"

"What do you mean, could it be that there are fake fans?" The fat man looked astonished.

"Well, I have a lot of fans, all of them are fake." Mu Mujiang lowered her head after speaking, showing unspeakable sadness.

"How could this be?" Fatty pretended to be shocked.

"From childhood to adulthood, no matter what I do, my parents have always supported me. I don't have more than 1000 million fans, and they bought many fans for me. They thought I didn't know, but in fact, I discovered it a long time ago."

Mu Mujiang's honesty was touching, and she was heartbroken when they first met: "A few of the top ten fans on the reward list were entrusted by my father with money. I invited those people to dinner, and after a few chats, I knew they were fake fans."

The fat man caught up with the train of thought this time: "So you invited me to dinner, and you want to make sure if I'm trusting you?"

"Yes." Mu Mujiang admitted straightforwardly: "When I saw your room card, I knew you were not a trustee, so I want to treat you to a big meal."

The fat man couldn't keep up with his train of thought again: "As long as it's not a trust, will you treat me to a big meal?"

Mu Mujiang continued to be frank: "Yes, those who are willing to summon Shenlong are all true fans. It makes me feel that what I do is very meaningful. I am very fond of fans."

The fat man came to his senses: "So you bring money to pet fans, and spend 1000 million to treat 100 million fans to dinner?"

Mu Mujiang tilted her head and thought for a while: "It seems to be like this. No, true love fans cannot be measured by money. Isn't money just a bunch of numbers? What's the use of 1000 million, true love is eternal."

(End of this chapter)