After a debt of 100 million, the poisonous tongue went crazy and killed people on the live broadcast

"Just find someone at the manor to keep an eye on it. As for bringing celebrities to live broadcast, I think about it, what should we do? It has to be original and unexpected, otherwise why would those endorsements or merchants invest money in us."

"I will contact Teacher Shuimusheng personally."

When things were almost settled, Feng Yin also arrived at the airport.

The three of them checked in and flew to the northern tip of the motherland together.

After a two-and-a-half-hour journey, the plane landed, and the cold north wind filled my neck, and all the sleepiness was blown away.

"It's still so cold!"

Zhang Bo'er's mouth was about to freeze, and he hunched his shoulders and waited for the car.

The car came very quickly, Feng Yin stepped forward to say hello familiarly, and got in. The air conditioner in the car brought some warmth.

"Brother Song, thank you for coming to pick us up."

"Why are you so polite! If you hadn't helped me last time, my truckload of goods would have been wasted!"

Feng Yin has always been the friendliest to outsiders, especially those with no malicious intent, and is also very chatty.

She met Brother Song when they were traveling in an RV. Their car was behind Brother Song.

Brother Song was driving a large truck. Feng Yin noticed smoke coming out of the middle of the truck, so he thought of a way to remind Brother Song.

The two became friends, and Feng Yin planned today's itinerary after learning that Brother Song lived in a forest area.

"Feng Yin, do you really want to cut down trees? Let me tell you, I just can't stand the pain of cutting down trees, so I came out to drive a truck!"

"I'll just do it for a few days. It's different from doing it for a lifetime. I just want to give it a try."

Brother Song had known about Feng Yin's profession for a long time. No matter what, he still admired him and said: "Then you are also interested! It's not that I look down on women, it's that there really are no women to do this job!"

Everyone chatted along the way, and finally arrived at the forest area.

In the northernmost forest area, the trees tower into the clouds and stretch endlessly.

Trees cannot be cut down randomly, so they need to be taken care of.

Under the introduction of Brother Song, Feng Yin met an old master in the forest area, Old Man Lin.

Old man Lin was smoking a dry pipe. Under the smoke, he raised his wrinkled eyelids and glanced at Feng Yin.

"Money." The hoarse voice sounded like bark rubbing against sandpaper.

After hearing this, Li Sanyi and Zhang Boer couldn't help but stand on end.

But what about Feng Yin?

She was still smiling, regardless of the choking smell of cigarette smoke, and sat opposite Old Man Lin, taking out a stack of red bills from her backpack.

"Bring it, please order."

Old man Lin took a look and began to count the money without caring about face.

Feng Yin didn't care, he just wanted to count them clearly.

She could go up the mountain by herself, but it was not dangerous. The main reason was that she was afraid of cutting down the wrong tree.

Therefore, Old Man Lin's role is obvious.

Ten thousand yuan is definitely a lot, but Old Man Lin is worth it.

Going into the mountains to cut trees is not as simple as imagined. You need to pay attention to the direction and the wild animals.

"Ahem - OK, I'll leave at four o'clock tomorrow morning, don't be late."

Old man Lin left with his hands behind his back, carrying his pipe and pot.

Under the arrangement of Brother Song, Feng Yin lived in the forest area. That night he ate the unique specialty of the forest area, snow clams, which was delicious.

Early the next morning, Feng Yin opened the live broadcast room and the live broadcast began.

"Hello everyone, I'm Feng Yin!"

[I thought I was delusional, but I didn’t know until I saw Feng Yin! 】

[On the third day of your wedding, are you in the mountains and forests? 】

[Feng Yin, tell me, you won’t bury Cheng Yanqiu’s body anymore! ! ! 】

Netizens imagined that Cheng Yanqiu had been dismembered and Feng Yin fled to the national border, preparing to run away. (End of chapter)