"Qiuqiu you, I really need this! Help me cut it and get a beautiful gift......" The female anchor clicked on the link, the white light flashed, and when she opened her eyes again, a string of codes had turned into a complicated and lengthy sermon. The delicate and frail big anchor Xianxian, the one hundred and eighty-line small anchor Momo who tried his best to maintain his image, and the funny sand sculpture little anchor Bai Bai, the three of them gathered in the Great Zhou Xiaodao Temple and began to do ...... Take a cut of business. "How much does your fabric cost?" "Eighty? This is in our market, up to twenty. Come, twenty to you-"After a lot of hardships, the three of them triggered skill points, clairvoyance, thousands of miles of legs and a thousand miles of flying needles, and Xianxian also developed a function of picking up money anywhere, this is a proper rhythm of getting rich! Not long has the "Thousand Miles Group" moistened days, what? You say you're going to fight? You do your job, and we'll get on with the business - what? You said that you want to manage Da Zhou business in a unified manner and not let us make money? Anchor: Why don't we overthrow him and become the top administrator of Da Zhou!