Video Bloggers in Meiman

The video blogger in Meiman Author: the teeth molar stick

【brief introduction】:

This is a story of a beep station UP master crossing into the Marvel world.

Give me giao~

The spring breeze of reform is blowing everywhere.

……

What happens when these famous lines become skills?

The confused Zhang Ming took the Bilibili system to the Marvel world. The first thing he had to do was to ensure that he would not be sold to Doctor Black for kidneys by the hooligans of Hell's Kitchen.

Chapter 1 is also time-traveling, am I different from others?

"Why did you bring this kid back?"

"Of course it works."

"What's the use?"

"hey-hey……"

The one who laughed was a fat white man with a bald head and a big belly, while his companion was a muscular black man.

The black strong man pointed to the Asian youth on the sofa and said: "I warn you, if you have that kind of hobby, move out of this damn apartment tomorrow morning. Otherwise, don't blame me for interrupting you and your 'lover' together. Kick your legs out!"

The Asian youth looked young, seventeen or eighteen years old, with a typical oriental face, with a wound on his forehead, and his half-length hair was stuck together with coagulated blood, as if he had just been in a car accident. It sucks.

To make matters worse, he had ropes wrapped around his hands and feet, and his mouth was covered with a rag.

He was kidnapped.

This unlucky bastard is called Zhang Ming, his eyes are closed, he seems to have passed out, but he actually woke up just now.Zhang Mingzheng raised his ears carefully and eavesdropped on the conversation of two strange men.

The fat white man opened the refrigerator, took out a bottle of beer, raised his middle finger, bit the beer, and said, "Shut your stinky mouth, I don't have that hobby. Look at this refrigerator, it's a fucking locker, no refrigeration at all? Is it broken?"

He patted the refrigerator hard, put his ear on it, and turned around to his companion and said, "It said it's not broken, it's because we two poor ghosts owe electricity bills for three months, so it's on strike! I can't even drink a bottle of cold beer in summer!"

"What the hell are you trying to say?" the black strong man said impatiently.

"he."

The fat white man pointed at Zhang Ming on the sofa.

"This kid is thin and weak, but at least he is healthy. We sold him to a mad doctor in the Eastern District, and we can expect to have this number!"

The fat white man stretched out his hand, making a five gesture.

"$5000!"

The strong black man stood up straight from the sofa, his eyes staring like a wild donkey.

"Then what are you waiting for? Let's go now! Go straight to the bar when it's sold out, and we can still have some fun at this time."

"Wait, idiot, what's the hurry."

The fat white man was sitting on the sofa, the old sofa, making a creaking sound.

He leaned on the back of the sofa, holding a beer bottle, as if not in a shabby apartment, but in the most luxurious stock exchange on Wall Street.

"There's another option, if we take him across a few blocks to Michael's place, get a 'cargo man' and sell this kid to Africa to dig coal or gold or some other shit Shit, that's fifty thousand dollars," said the fat white man.

"fifty thousand……"

The amount has increased tenfold, but the strong black man can't see much excitement. He squeezed his fingers and made a clicking sound as he paced back and forth in the room.

"That's Michael's business, and if he finds out, we'll be killed," said the black man.

The fat white man took a sip of wine and said, "So, I offer two options, either get $5000 in peace, get through this damn summer, and at least drink some cold beer. Or..."

The fat white man clenched his fist and said viciously, "Just do it! This kid is a stranger, not a local. Maybe he is still a smuggler. As long as he is not discovered by Michael, a professional trafficker, no one will trouble us."

The black strong man fell into silence, lowered his voice and discussed with the fat white man, how could he not be found by Michael, and what would he do if he was found.

Zhang Ming closed his eyes and was horrified.

What the hell is this place, and who are these two kidnappers?

The English that the two foreigners were chatting with was mixed with a lot of slang. Zhang Ming, a weak English chicken, could understand every word...

"Am I crossing over?"

Zhang Ming's last memory stayed in the dormitory.

Zhang Ming is a sophomore student. In his spare time, he is an amateur short video creator.

Because the Marvel series has become more popular in recent years, on this day, Zhang Ming was creating a mixed-cut video of the Marvel movie in his bedroom.

Just when he was about to finish his work, when he was exporting the video happily, the computer suddenly crashed, and the fruits of half a month's labor were gone, and he was in a fit of anger...

How did it come about in a hurry?

The memory is a little fuzzy, Zhang Ming recalled carefully.

Faced with the disappearance of the fruits of his labor, Zhang Ming angrily...

Turn off the computer and go to bed.

???

That's right, Zhang Ming didn't smash the computer, didn't touch the switch, turned off the computer, took a bath and went to bed, and drank a cup of milk to help sleep before going to bed.