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

Feng Yin remembered the first live broadcast she had just traveled through, where she was carrying cement.

All the netizens in the live broadcast room were scolding her. She made a bet with netizens to pay off her debt within six months. If she succeeded, the netizens would apologize to her.

At that time, she even made a small hot search based on this.

The bet was magnified and many people participated.

Thinking of this, Feng Yin suddenly let out a sigh, and persuaded netizens in a very considerate way: "It's been so long, let's forget it."

"Words don't count and it's not a big deal. I can't remember everyone. Just have a clear conscience."

"I think back then, I didn't even have a hundred yuan in my whole body, and I couldn't bear to eat a box lunch while carrying cement..."

Speaking of sadness, Feng Yin lowered his head pretending to be sad and continued to persuade: "You must never apologize, please don't..."

[The style of painting has changed a bit quickly. Are you taking the miserable route? 】

[Feng Yin, do you still remember how badly you scolded netizens during your first live broadcast? I have a record here, can I show it to you? 】

[Is this going against the grain of us? Although I understand it, there is an irrepressible impulse in my bones! 】

[You keep saying that your acting skills are poor, but today I finally realized it. Stop acting, it’s annoying. 】

Feng Yinming's poorly dressed acting skills were instantly seen through by netizens.

She then smiled and recovered not so quickly.

"Look, you really gain IQ in my live broadcast room."

Feng Yin returned to boasting for a second and did not continue to talk about apologizing.

It's not that she is generous, but that she understands human nature.

The more urging and forcing people do at this time, the less willing they are to do it.

If you retreat to advance, you still have a chance of winning.

Feng Yin stroked Dabai happily, and she made simple work a hundred percent fun.

Climbing ladders and stepping on stools are no problem for Feng Yin.

"Come on some music and I'll sing you a song."

Feng Yin was in good spirits, holding a brush in one hand and brushing against the wall, shaking his head.

"I am a painter with strong painting skills..."

The familiar children's song evokes memories in the live broadcast room and leads a group of people to relax. "I want to paint that new house very - wrong."

The singing stopped.

Feng Yin, who was riding on the ladder, called the master who had never appeared in the scene.

"Master Luo, come and see, why are there cracks in this wall?"

Master Luo brought the ladder over. After climbing up, he touched the wall with one hand and his expression became serious.

Following the crack in the wall, Master Luo got off the ladder, squatted down, and stamped one foot on the ground.

"empty?"

"I didn't say it would be a free basement."

Master Luo felt a little uneasy. News about owners digging basements privately were common. Some people always thought that they would be fine if they were not discovered.

How could it be okay?

The foundation of the first floor will be dug out.

"I come."

Feng Yin stepped forward and pushed Master Luo away, but did not let Master Luo continue to attack.

She is not afraid of offending people.

Master Luo still wants to stay in this industry.

Feng Yin knocked on the ground with one hand and opened the curtain on the ground, revealing an open sliding door.

Feng Yin opened the sliding door that was close to the ground with one hand, and went down the spiral staircase. A basement that had almost hollowed out the entire bottom of the building came into view.

"Get out, everyone out!"

"Call the police immediately."

Feng Yin saw the crack in the corner of the wall, and with just a light touch, broken cement slag fell.

She thought of yesterday's earthquake, and her bad premonition grew stronger.

Everyone was driven out by Feng Yin, and she herself ran out.