"I'll go, you can play with me!" Ding He was furious and yelled at the system.

I saw that the turntable in front of Ding He had stopped, and the turntable pointer was pointing at a small grid. There are words in the grid, but it's not the song you want, but the words "mood +5".

Ding He was so angry that he complained loudly: "You mess with me! I want to smoke songs! 100 points of emotion points go in, and only 5 points are left, you are too black-hearted!"

The electronic synthesized sound familiar to the system directly explained: "The host level is too low, and the success rate is low!"

"The level is low, the success rate is low, what is the success rate?" Ding He continued to ask.

"The host level is too low, please explore it yourself!" The system is the same old thing, and he doesn't pay attention to Ding He after speaking.

"Sister Ni, are you Zhou Papi? Such a black heart! One in and one out, there is only one-twentieth left, you black-hearted system ......" Ding He was angry in his heart, and scolded at the system.

After muttering for a while, Ding He felt a lot better, gritted his teeth at the system, and continued: "System, I want to ...... Keep the draw going!"

"Drop! Lottery begins!" The system sound fell, and the turntable spun rapidly.

"I'm going, I'm hit!" Ding He shouted directly, and the pointer pointed to a grid, in which there was the title of the book, and a few words in brackets.

Ding He looked carefully, saw a few words in the title of the book, his mentality exploded directly, and he scolded again: "System, you are sick! I want to smoke a song! Song, do you understand?"

"Drop! Host selection, no designated lottery, the prize is correct!" The system said in an arrogant tone, and replied to Ding He.

"Correct, you're big! What the hell is "Be the Best Self"?" Ding He jumped to his feet angrily and scolded, "I'm not stupid, this is a book, okay? I've read it, Hu Shi wrote it! I want a song, do you understand?"

"Drop! Host selection, no designated lottery, no wrong prizes!" the system repeated again.

Ding He was helpless, looked at the remaining emotional value, and directly admitted: "Brother, you are my own brother! I beg you! I really need songs! Aren't you a star cultivation system? Give a face, okay?"

"Drip, drip, drip......" The system was like a half-jammed, making a rapid dripping sound, and it took a while to return to normal, and said coldly, "The host can consume half of the emotional value and conduct a semi-designated work lottery!"

"Semi-designated lottery, what's going on?" Ding He asked.

The system directly explained: "The semi-designated lottery is a lottery for the designated work category!"

"Oh, it's just a song to smoke, right!" Ding He understood, and urged directly to the system, "Quick, I want to smoke, I want to smoke!"

The system heard Ding He's command and said directly: "Drop! The host's emotional value is halved, and the lottery begins!"

Ding He checked the emotional value records in his mind and found that several red records appeared. Work lottery - 100, work lottery - 100, emotional value halved - 274, semi-designated lottery - 100.

"Stop!" Ding He shouted with a hard time, and when he saw the turntable, it exploded directly, "System, you're too pitiful!"

The pointer of the turntable stopped, pointing to the grid of "emotion value +8", and Ding He collapsed directly. It took more than 300 emotional points to change to 8 points back, which is really too pitiful.

Looking at the remaining more than 170 emotional points, Ding He's heart was like thousands of grass and mud horses galloping by, gritting his teeth fiercely, and squeezing out a few words from between his teeth: "Keep pumping!"

"Drop! Lottery begins!"

"Yay!" Seeing that the pointer stopped in the grid of "Fly Higher", Ding He almost cried. With more than 700 positive sentiment values, it was not easy to change this song.

Before he got excited, Ding He thought of a question and asked the system: "My negative emotions are not worth 100! What should I do if I want to draw a lottery?"

The system replied again: "Drop! You can convert your mood value! The conversion ratio increases with the level, and the first-level ratio is 1:5!"

Ding He bargained and said: "1:5, so expensive, isn't it! The remaining 70 points or so can be exchanged for more than 10 points of negative energy! Can it be cheaper!"

The system is really too lazy to take care of Ding He, it's really a shame! If the system has independent thinking, it must regret it, how can it bind such a strange host. Grumpy and stingy, it's really a misstep and a thousand hatreds.

Seeing that the system no longer took care of himself, Ding He shouted for a while, and he was no longer bored. sat on the bed, went through what had just happened, and thought about how to become an Internet celebrity. After thinking about it for a long time, Ding He had a general idea, but after taking a look at his rental house, it was really not suitable for live broadcasting. Let's not talk about this small space, let's just say that the sound insulation is so poor, I open my mouth to sing, and it is estimated that the wall next door can be smashed for me.

Forget it, it's important to get money first, since you want to go online to become famous, you still have the equipment you should have. Fortunately, the boss transferred 10,000 yuan and gave himself upfront capital. Although I am reluctant to spend, I am reluctant to have children, I can't catch a wolf, and I must spend it if I grit my teeth.

Ding He finished washing, got dressed, walked out of the room directly, and went straight to the bank. The money transferred by the boss was withdrawn to the bank card, and there was no money left, and all of it was withdrawn. Looking at the thick stack of republican coins in his hand, except for the last time in the hospital, I haven't seen it for a long time, so much money.

Taking the money, Ding He went straight to the electronic street in the eastern district of the city, ready to buy a decent set of equipment for himself. Although he has good congenital conditions, he also needs help, Ding He thought narcissistically.

"Boss, bring me a microphone!" Ding He arrived at Electronic Street, went directly into a store, and shouted loudly.

"Microphone, wired, wireless, capacitor, moving, or tracked?" a middle-aged man stood up from behind the cash register and asked Ding He rhetorically.

"Capacitor, moving coil, track?" Ding He was a little confused, the microphone still has so much attention, "That...... Boss, I want to do a live broadcast, you watch, give me a recommendation!"

"It turns out that the young man is preparing for a live broadcast! Look at the young man's appearance, it is indeed good, it will definitely be popular!" The boss stood up, walked directly to the shelf, took out a beautifully packaged microphone, and said with a smile to Ding He, "Live broadcast, it must be a condenser microphone! The diaphragm is thin, quite sensitive, and the timbre is also good! Show you this, the imported microphone, and now those big anchors, are also using this!"

"Okay, how much?" Ding He took it, looked at it and saw that it was indeed very good, and asked.

"It's not expensive, it's only more than 20,000 points! Look at the guy is very handsome, give you an 88% discount, and charge you 18,000!" The boss is very good at doing business, and he took the initiative to discount Ding He.