Sure enough, the enemy's Dadasimour - on fire!

After witnessing Dada Seymour's true face, Short said goodbye to Ah Huan and Xiao Fen, and left the hotel with a heavy heart.

As soon as he stepped out of the door, a bus slowly drove in front of him with a huge advertisement, which read: Dada Seymour, you are only one step away from realizing your dream, what are you waiting for?

Short almost spurted out a mouthful of old blood, he swallowed a mouthful of saliva vigorously, as if he had swallowed not his own saliva but an iron nail enough to pierce the heart, and he was invincible in the esophagus over the mountains and mountains, "poof!" and arrived at his destination with a bang...... Oops, it hurts!

Dejected, Short walked up to his car, and the toll collector came over and said, "40 yuan." ”

Schott took out his wallet and found that there was not enough change, so he had to say, "Pay by phone, I'll scan you." ”

The toll collector said, "Okay." And handed over the phone casually...... "Oh, I'm sorry, wait a minute." ”

Although it was only a glance, Short recognized that the interface on the toll collector's phone was open as Dada Seymour.

Short let out a long sigh, this is simply the rhythm that doesn't let people live. The whole world is full of enemies, and he is the lone warrior who holds the position alone, just the first day of the start, this heat can already be seen everywhere, you can guess without looking at the data, Dada Seymour's coverage rate must be an exaggerated number.

The pressure weighed down Short's breath.

"What's wrong with you?" the toll collector asked with concern as he handed over his payment QR code when he saw that Short was a little unusual.

"Drop!" SCHOTT made a successful payment. "It's nothing, it's a ...... addiction"

The toll collector looked at Short with astonishment, watched as he pulled a pack of cigarettes out of his pocket, took one out of his mouth, and handed it over......

Short felt like he had met a "rising sun crowd"! This look is almost killing, full of suspicion, as if he were looking at an addict.

Frightened, Short shuddered, and quickly explained: "No, this is an ordinary cigarette...... I don't believe you're pumping. ”

"I'm sorry, but I don't smoke. The toll collector stretched out an arm and separated Schott's hand handing over cigarettes in a righteous manner, "Young man, this cigarette is not ordinary, 65 a pack!"

"This is a 3-digit one, and it costs 85 a pack. Short replied, "It's not ordinary." ”

The toll collector's eyes softened, but he still stared at Short.

"Oh, master, don't be like this, I can't hold my breath, let me tell you, I am a good citizen, and I will never get involved in poison. Schott's grievances were written on his face, and he walked behind the butt of the car to open the trunk, took out most of the "red middle" that had been opened, and handed it to the toll collector. "This cigarette will be sent to you, if there is a problem, you can report it to me directly, my license plate, my phone ......"

The toll collector happily took the cigarette, put it under his armpit and waved his hand at Schott, and said, "Thank you, rich people really don't care about three melons and two dates." ”

"Wait a minute!" Short called out to the toll collector who was about to leave. "Can I talk to you for ten minutes?"

"What?" the toll collector looked at Short like an alien, "Excuse me!"

"No......" Short said with some embarrassment, "I see you're playing Dada Seymour, and I'm researching the market, so I'd like to hear how you feel." ”

"What?" the toll collector called again, more irritable than before!

Short shuddered.

Who's wrong?

"Why didn't you say it earlier?" the toll collector's eyes changed completely, as if he had seen his incomprehensible and angry runaway child finally return home. "Let's go, get there, secluded!" he said, gesturing to a row of brick walls......

Walking behind the brick wall, Short handed over another cigarette, and this time the toll collector did not refuse.

"You're about the same age as my child. The toll collector gestured with his hand, "It's as tall as you." ”

"I'm 24 years old. ”

"Oh great, my son is 19. The toll collector took a puff of cigarette and continued, "But he looks older than you, so he doesn't study well...... Alas!"

Short didn't dare to come by his own temperament, it is said that everyone has their own routines, and chatting is quite tiring, and who caters to whom is really a problem. At this time, in order to explore the market feedback of Dada Seymour, SCHOTT had no choice but to follow others.

It wasn't until a cigarette saw the butt between his fingers that the toll collector said, "By the way, what did you just say?"

"Oh, I just wanted to hear why you're playing Dada Seymour too. ”

"Oops!" the toll collector slapped his thigh, as if he had finally caught a bosom friend, and began to speak happily: "It's not because of my rebellious ......"

Short looked up at the sky at a 45-degree angle, his eyes could not be opened by the sun, and there seemed to be tears flowing out, tears of regret for finding guilt......

Isn't it that when there is a setback, people in the world are roughly divided into two categories, one is stop loss, the other is additional investment, and Schott belongs to the latter.

At this moment, he instinctively endured it again, and patiently listened to the toll collector's pain for more than 20 minutes, which can be regarded as adding a lot of time budget!

The toll collector had spoken so dry that he had forgotten what the point of the conversation was, and there was a brief silence after he had beaten his own rebel.

Short had to sum it up by himself, and he said silently in his heart: "But everyone has to have entertainment and sustenance, just like this toll collector, in the monotonous and easy work, he naturally needs to pass the time, and his subconscious hopes to have something in common with his children, so when he sees the overwhelming slogans of Dada Seymour, he installs the ......"

"By the way, how did you know about Dada Seymour?" Short asked suddenly, this is a very important question, not necessarily from the bus body advertisement!

Really!

The toll collector said, "Early this morning, someone threw a small advertisement along the street, no, this advertisement is still with me!"

Schott took a look, it!

At this moment, his three views were shattered to the ground - the tall Internet pioneer products can be directly reached point-to-point in the form of small street advertisements, this is too nonsense! This is an opponent from an alien planet, right?

Three lines of words on the small advertisement:

The first line - Dada Seymour, there will be a gift package when you install it, and the highest cashback is 888!

The second line - playing games does not cost money, helps you realize your dreams, why not come in time?

The third line - fruit machine users can install the experience even if it is 4S, please scan the QR code below, Android system users wait for a while, and arrive in a few days.

"Can you give me this little advertisement?" Short asked the toll collector.

"Take it!" said the toll collector, "to tell you the truth, if you walk down this street with your head down, you will probably pick up a hundred!"

"Then why do you still have this little advertisement in your pocket?" asked Short, touching the card with the toll collector's body temperature on it.

"I think it's strange, don't you think it's as valuable as the misprinted monkey ticket back then?"

"Okay......"