The Godly Cultivation System: The housekeeper's boyfriend is actually the main god

The two of them were so busy that they had to wait for the next few days.

Nan Jingyou snorted, "Xiaobai, you don't understand. If I ask him for his account number and tell him to give her money, he will think I'm a liar."

"Besides, if I give him a reward, it will not only help him vent his anger today, but also increase his exposure on the platform. If he broadcasts live in the future, won't more people be able to see it? This is also a disguised way of promoting opera culture."

"Okay." Xiaobai thought it made sense.

While communicating with Xiaobai, he didn't forget to pay attention to the movements in the live broadcast room.

The anchor was scolded so much that he lost his soul. He didn't say anything and just stared at the barrage.

The netizen who cursed continued to output, and some netizens who didn't like it said a few words, but he also chased and cursed together.

Nan Jingyou looked at the nickname "Dad Boss" with disgust and snorted.

He is not a good person. He even wants to take advantage of others with his nickname.

After exiting the live broadcast room, he first looked at his account and found that Xiaobai had indeed recharged 20 million Chinese yuan for him.

He quickly changed his nickname to "I heard that I am an 18th-tier player".

After doing this, he found the most comfortable position in You Che's arms, and then began to prepare for the next battle with high morale.

After he entered the live broadcast room, he directly threw out a carnival.

Before everyone could react, there were several consecutive carnivals, and the screen was full of gift special effects, which dazzled everyone's eyes.

"Fuck, is this a real rich man?"

"A total of ten carnivals, worth 30,000 yuan!"

"Oh my God, my two months' salary is less than 30,000 yuan."

...

In the rental house, Meng Nuanxing looked at the series of gift special effects on the screen and almost couldn't keep his body steady.

He opened his mouth, but didn't say a word.

But the next scene almost made his heart jump out.

Because the gifts were still being swiped in the live broadcast room, he took a look at the gifts he received. Now there are more than 30 carnivals, and the number is still rising.

Until... the number of carnivals stopped at 100.

Worth a full 300,000 Chinese yuan.

Meng Nuanxing was both happy and scared. He was happy that with this money, at least his mother's medical expenses for the next year would be settled.

What he was afraid of was that he was worried that this top brother would make some requests that he couldn't do.

But before he could stop worrying, he saw that this top brother actually helped him to fight for justice in the barrage.

He directly @ed the netizen who scolded him, and commented: "How can you be so embarrassed to scold for so long for a gift of less than 100 yuan?"

"How about I give you 100 Carnivals and you stand upside down and eat shit?"

"@爸爸霸霸, you should say whether you agree or not, are you scared?"

The netizens who like to watch the fun also @爸爸霸霸.

It turned out that this person actually ran away.

In the villa, Nan Jingyou sighed and cursed inwardly as a "slut".

You Che stroked his waist from time to time, as if he was stroking a cat's fur.

Nan Jingyou nestled comfortably in his boyfriend's arms, but his hands did not stop brushing gifts.

This time, he brushed 200 Carnivals in a row.

At the same time, his action of brushing 300 Carnivals in Meng Nuanxing's live broadcast room was also reported in the scrolling subtitles of the live broadcast room on all platforms.

In an instant, tens of thousands of netizens rushed into Meng Nuanxing's live broadcast room, wanting to see who this rich man was.

Soon, the number of people in Meng Nuanxing's live broadcast room soared to 500,000, and it continued to increase.

As soon as the netizens who came to watch the fun entered the live broadcast room, they saw wave after wave of carnivals sweeping the entire live broadcast room.

Netizens had never seen such a scene before, and they forgot to post barrages, and their attention was all on the number of gifts.

However, this rich man seemed to have no intention of stopping at all.

Until... Nan Jingyou's hands were sore.

"Hey, it seems that this rich man has no money."

"Three million Chinese yuan should be enough."

"Is this anchor a newcomer that some guild wants to promote? Is this to build momentum for him?"

"Look at the nickname of the rich man. Why do I feel like he is the big guy who was rumored by the anchor next door?"

"No way, it should be just a coincidence."

While netizens were discussing, Nan Jingyou was nestling in You Che's arms, looking at him with a pitiful look.

"You Che, my hands are sore. Can you help me finish the rest of the money?"

You Che's mouth curled up slightly, and he pointed at

Pointing to his lips, "Master, just being a spoiled child is not enough."

"mua"

Nan Jingyou stamped on those thin lips without hesitation.

A faint fragrance came from You Che's body to his nose, making him sniff.

You Che pinched his fingertips, his eyes as deep as a bottomless pool of water.

Nan Jingyou's actions just now made him want to tear him apart and eat him.

If he hadn't been worried, he would have wanted to kill him right now.

"Hurry up, help me with the gifts, and then go to bed." Nan Jingyou handed the phone to You Che.

You Che took the phone, and he fiddled with it for a few times, then put it on the coffee table.

Nan Jingyou glanced at it and saw that the phone was automatically sending gifts to the live broadcast room, and at a very fast speed.

...Okay.

He has real skills, you can't compare, you can't compare.

He leaned back into You Che's arms, and the two chatted casually.

When he picked up his phone again, the gifts had already been used up.

A total of 6666 carnivals, plus another gift worth 2,000 Chinese yuan, converted into Chinese yuan, just made up 20 million.

The people in the live broadcast room were stunned by this scene.

Including the anchor Meng Nuanxing.

If he was just excited and scared before, now he was only terrified.

20 million, even if the platform commission and personal income tax were deducted, he would still have nearly 10 million in his hands.

With this money, he no longer had to worry about his mother's medical expenses.

But...

What would this number one ask of him?

...

Seeing that he was already dumbfounded, Meng Nuanxing's fans all used bullet screens to remind him.

"Host, don't stand there stupidly. Thank the top guy."

"Yes, yes, yes, ask the top guy what he wants. We must keep this big money sponsor."

"Woo, I watched the host become a millionaire with a net worth of nearly 10 million yuan, but I am still the poor guy."

"My life is very stable, yes, stable and poor."

Seeing the barrage, Meng Nuanxing quickly came back to his senses.

He bowed deeply to the camera and said sincerely: "Thank you for the gift from the netizen 'I heard I am an 18th-tier'. If you have any request, as long as it is within my bottom line, I can agree to it."

After saying this, Meng Nuanxing waited nervously in front of the screen for a reply.

Even netizens began to look forward to what kind of request the top guy would make.

At the same time, everyone was also guessing whether the top guy was a man or a woman, old or young.

...

Hearing what Meng Nuanxing said in the live broadcast room, Nan Jingyou's mouth curled slightly.

It seems that this person has good character and is a person with a bottom line.

He thought for a while and sent a message.

"I don't need you to do anything for me. I just hope you can keep on walking on the road of opera, and remember to spread our Chinese opera culture in the future."

"Don't forget your original intention, and you will succeed. China needs you, the inheritors."

Nan Jingyou's two words once again confused the netizens.

How is this different from what they thought?

Are they too dirty?

They are thinking about how the No. 1 on the list will date the anchor, where to have dinner together, and finally the two of them start to make trouble.

The result... is this?

They deserve to be rich, their ideological awareness is different from that of ordinary people.

Is this the pattern of rich people? Then they should learn from it, maybe they will get rich!