At this time, on the big screen, a man like a fairy was being interviewed by reporters, with a delicate face, a beautiful crown like jade, eyes like stars, and a lofty temperament that seemed to be able to wash away all the filth in the world.

This Si Er Shao can be said to be calling for wind and rain in City B, and how many girls are eager for him.

Originally, Su Mo and this person had no intersection, but the equipment rented by Su Mo was produced by Si Lijun's company, not to mention buying, just renting it for a month, it would cost two thousand oceans.

It's really the evil capitalists.

At this time, on the big screen, Si Lijun said elegantly and calmly in his subwoofer-like voice: "... Yes, the pre-sale of the ninth generation has begun, and it does not include games, only devices...... If someone can make a product of the same value, I'm happy to lower the price. ”

Seeing this, Su Mo's previous calm and calm collapsed, and he scolded: "His uncle's! Si Lijun, a bloodthirsty capitalist, eats people and doesn't spit out bones! The ninth generation has a pre-sale price of 300,000 yuan? Why didn't he grab it?!"

Seeing that Su Mo's eyes were full of anger stuffed with money, Mai Sui grabbed Su Mo and covered her mouth: "Don't get excited! Momo, be quiet, don't you know that Si Er Shao is a national male god? ”

Su Mo struggled in Mai Sui's hand for a while, then stopped a little, and muttered in a low voice: "Call him a monopoly, ask him to set a high price, if I am a god, I will... The first thing to do is to go to his door and smash eggs!"

"Why did you suddenly remember the dream of Xianxia when I was a child in the second year of middle school today? What about the immortals, the pursuit of smashing eggs? Okay, okay, don't think about it, people are just doing business, gone, the car is coming." ”

Mai Sui comforted him, took out three yuan, and pulled Su Mo on the bus.

Now prices are soaring, three years ago, the bus was still two yuan, and now it is three yuan, so, if you want to VR the ninth generation of black technology, 300,000 yuan is really not expensive... Well, it's still a bit expensive.

......

The house where Su Mo and Mai Sui live is near the university town of City B, quite close to the school, but the rent is more expensive, it is a single room on the top floor, with a kitchen and bathroom, and there are high and low beds in the home, a total of 50 square meters.

However, the best thing about this house is not that it is fully furnished, but that it comes with a roof.

At this time, seeing that the thunderstorm was coming, Su Mo, who was waiting for the ears of wheat to cook, took advantage of this time to run to the roof of the building, ready to take away the clothes that were drying.

"Boom," a short burst of thunder rang out.

Looking up, several thunderclouds appeared over City B.

A sparkling thunder instantly coiled in the smoky ink-colored clouds.

The color of the thunder is a little difficult to describe, the main tone is blue, the tail is purple, the front end is gold, and there is a layer of white.

Su Mo, who was standing in front of the clothespole, glanced at the clouds.

A gust of wind rose, and the white shirt that Su Mo had just taken off the hanger was blown by the wind to the vertical pole on the side, and it was hung up and flew like a flag.

Damn, she can fly with what she is holding in her hand, she doesn't have shaky hands, and she has a DJ machine in her heart.

Su Mo stretched out her hand forward, but the white shirt bypassed her hand and flew even more flutteringly.

"Boom!" Another thunderclap seemed to be a little closer to Su Mo.

Uh, how can I have a bad premonition.

The raindrops began to fall drippingly, and with the sound of "whoosh" rain, large raindrops rolled into the back of Su Mo's neck, and it was cold.

Su Mo hurriedly took a step forward, stretched out his hand, and grabbed the pole where the white shirt hung at the top.

At this time, the artificial clothes pole is like a natural lightning rod, and people with a little common sense avoid it, and Su Mo... Forget common sense...

"Boom!"

"Smack!"

A bolt of lightning smashed into the pole, and a Su Mo grabbed the pole... Down...

And before she fell, she seemed to say something that she hadn't even figured out: "it! It's you, lightning rod!"