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

Chapter 13 I’m not afraid of being poor

"I haven't eaten yet."

[Inexplicably, Feng Yin is a little cute. 】

[It’s so easy to fool stupid people!Some people also buy into Feng Yin Dog's virtues. 】

"You can scold me, but not those who scold me."

"This messenger named Feng, you are only allowed to scold me, I can't fight back? You are Song Nuren's brain pretending to be a dream of the Pacific Ocean!"

"What's wrong with scolding you? If you can't hear clearly, I can still engrave it on it for you."

Feng Yin, who cursed people without using any curse words, and the excitement of hunger, almost forgot about it.

"Huh? Finished brushing!"

The box next to Feng Yin was empty.

Ten empty boxes were stacked together, and the clean dishes on the other side were picked out by Feng Yin and placed on the storage shelf, waiting for inspection.

Feng Yin took off the gloves, took the phone and opened a curtain.

On the other side of the curtain, it turned out to be so lively.

A group of elderly super middle-aged women, wearing plastic gloves, chatting while washing dishes.

"I have to pay tuition fees in September, and I have to buy some clothes for my children when school starts, otherwise my children will lose face when they go to school."

"Don't do it, the child's house hasn't been bought yet."

"Isn't it? The money from farming is not enough, and we have no other skills. It is better to do more."

Every sentence of the chat was captured in the off-air room, and there were a little less people scolding Feng Yin.

"Aunt Zhang, I'm done, would you like to check?"

"So fast!" The woman wearing a waterproof apron with a face that couldn't tell whether it was sweat or dishwashing water stood up, opened the door curtain and walked into the next door with Feng Yin.

"It's really finished! How did you do it, there is no watermark at all."

"You are an amazing girl. If you hadn't been so talkative at the beginning, I wouldn't have thought of keeping you."

Aunt Zhang checked it again, and happily paid Fengyin the bill.

"The baby payment has arrived... 50 yuan."

"Thank you, Aunt Zhang. Next time you have temporary work, you can find me again."

"That's for sure!"

Feng Yin took off his apron and politely said goodbye to a group of aunts. It was completely different from when he was quarreling with heaven and earth in the live broadcast room.

[Sad eyes, suddenly feel that I really don't understand. 】

[I found that this live broadcast is poisonous, the mouth of the live broadcast in the front is poisonous, and the screen behind it is heartbreaking. 】

[Feng Yin, you are using the public's sympathy to drive traffic for yourself, right? 】

"My mouth is poisonous? How is it possible? I always thought that I was the persona of Miss Renmeixinshan."

"People do have sympathy, but you don't! Besides, I didn't earn a penny from you, and I'm not soft-spoken, but my sister can do whatever she wants! Can you control it!"

"Okay, this short live broadcast is over, I have to go to eat."

Feng Yin turned around at the back of the hotel, in the dark and narrow concrete wall aisle, and from time to time, he could meet waiters in special costumes serving food, and they were busy and chaotic, flashing past in the live broadcast room.

"Will it be broadcast tomorrow? It depends on whether I can find a place for temporary workers. Is it okay if you have any recommendations?"

In the comment area, there are jokes and sincere recommendations. Fengyin is stuck in finding a private room, and has to screen real and effective information.

"As long as it's a legal job, I'll take it if you give me money."

In a short period of time, the live broadcast room has gained [-] popularity.

However, most of them are Fengyin's black fans. I don't know who is in the lead, and there is a brief unified comment in the comment area.

[Do you dare to fight against the corpse in the funeral parlor? 】

[The funeral home resists the corpse! 】

[The funeral home resists the corpse! 】

Facing the camera, Feng Yin smiled disdainfully, shook his head and said disappointedly: "That's it? You think it's all for a long time? It's really disappointing."

"I'm not afraid of being poor, but I'm afraid of this!"

"Go to my Weibo and leave the address and time. See you tomorrow."

With a swipe, the live room went black in seconds.

At the same time, Feng Yin found the private room.

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