Weekend.

Corner Gate, in a rental house.

Zhang Ye is resting today, "Late Night Ghost Story" It's a non-stop program for a week, but he recorded the program in advance for six days and two days, and there was a female assistant Xiaofang to toss and broadcast, Zhang Ye could also have a rare lazy sleep with his family, and slept until more than ten o'clock before he stretched out of bed and got up, the first thing was to open the game ring and check the results of the five days, the reputation is worth 100,000, except for the first episode of the program that rose by more than 10,000 and the second episode rose relatively little, the remaining episodes of the program were all 220,000 prestige, and Zhang Ye was extremely satisfied every day when he watched the prestige points swish into the account.

The points are enough, and there is another draw.

Zhang Ye didn't hesitate to spend 100,000 prestige to open the lottery option, "I don't want a special class this time, it's okay to give me an attribute class or a skill class, I've drawn twice, and I haven't seen anything in other categories!"

Point Shake!

The hands are flying!

Attribute Class ...... Special ...... Skill......

The pointer slowed down, and it kept skimming over these areas, and when it was about to stop in the skill class, it suddenly moved forward slightly, and it didn't stay!

It's just a little bit!

Gotcha, it's still consumable!

Zhang Ye recognized it, took out the treasure chest (small) and lifted the lid, and a small transparent corked bottle appeared in the box!

[Invisibility Potion]: Reaches the invisibility effect after drinking, which lasts for five minutes.

After reading the introduction of the game ring to the items, Zhang Ye dispensably put away the potion bottle and stuffed it into the ring, and the inventory was equivalent to a space storage bag. He was obviously not satisfied with the items drawn out of the lottery, why did he want this? Did he go to the women's toilet to take a peek? Don't be funny, Zhang Ye has always been a decent gentleman, he doesn't do that kind of dirty thing, and he hasn't even thought about it. Besides, the time limit is only five minutes, which is enough to see something!

Outside the door, there was some commotion.

Zhang Ye opened the door after washing and went out to take a look, and a bunch of tenants were blocked in the corridor.

"Auntie landlord, the house is already expensive enough, why are you still raising the price?" said a college student angrily.

"yes, this doesn't let us live, you are exploiting!" exclaimed a white-collar woman.

Rao Aimin, who was standing in the middle, looked unkind, squinted his eyes and confronted everyone: "Now the house is so expensive, everyone is rising in price, you think I open a charity, don't live if you can't afford it, some people rent a house, hum, and you have a long ability to shout to me? You, Xiao Zhao, when you owed people money and were chased to collect debts, who borrowed your money to help you pay in advance? And you, Xiao Xue, you didn't have enough tuition last year, who helped you pay it?"

The college student suddenly lost his temper and said in a low voice, "Didn't I pay you back?" ”

Rao Aimin glared at the beautiful eyes and said, "It's over if you pay it back?" I forgot all about your kindness? Ah? White-eyed wolves!

Many people were silent and silently returned to their rooms.

There are other tenants who have not been helped by the landlord's aunt and still resist the price increase, but they are all scolded back by Rao Aimin, her mouth is so poisonous, ordinary people can't say her!

Everyone withdrew, and Rao Aimin saw Zhang Ye at a glance, "Yo, Xiao Zhang, come here!"

Zhang Ye wanted to hide, but it was too late, so he had no choice but to follow Rao Aimin to her house.

When the door was closed, Rao Aimin pulled his slippers and picked up a small cultural newspaper on the coffee table in the living room, and opened the page in the middle corner, "I saw it by chance when I bought the newspaper in the morning, okay, you kid also reported." She shook the newspaper and read in a weird manner: "Recently, the literary frequency of Beijing Radio Station "Late Night Ghost Story" broadcast a movie called "Ghost Blowing the Lamp" The story, within a certain range, has aroused the eager attention of the audience, and also created a listening history of the frequency of late-night programs, which has achieved great success, and even faintly broke the monopoly of physical publishing and online serialization on supernatural novels, according to the reporter of this newspaper, this story is actually the original work of the show's DJ Zhang Ye, so the success of the show also has a certain irreproducibility. ”

It was also the first time that Zhang Ye knew that he had reported it, so he hurriedly stepped forward, "I'll take a look." ”

"Although the newspaper is not widely circulated and the layout is a little biased, it is still good, and I have this result when I first entered the radio station?" As soon as he praised him, Rao Aimin sat down with his legs crossed, and the topic changed quickly, "When will you pay the rent?" If you can't pay it, you can do housework for me to pay off the debt, and the house should be cleaned up again!"

Turning your face is faster than turning a book!

Zhang Ye smacked his lips and said: "Aunt landlord, you see that I am also in the newspaper now, and I am a person with an identity and fans, can I ...... this?"

Rao Aimin didn't let him finish, "What identity do you have, you, your current identity is a debtor!"

Zhang Ye bargained: "It's okay for me to do housework for you, but you have to take care of my food at noon and night." "He can't even afford instant noodles.

Rao Aimin squinted at him, "Still making a request?"

Zhang Ye said bitterly: "I haven't eaten yet, and I can't work if I don't eat enough." ”

Rao Aimin was obviously reluctant, pouted and went to the kitchen to look for it, and finally threw out a bag of buns in a plastic bag, "That's it! I just bought it in the morning!"

Zhang Ye was not polite, he took it and ate it when he was hungry, and he didn't heat it.

Rao Aimin said disdainfully: "I know how to eat, I haven't eaten in my previous life?" But let me tell you, eating buns can kill people!"

Zhang Ye ate two in a blink of an eye, and choked when he heard the words: "Can you still die if you eat steamed buns?"

"What am I lying to you for, just one of the residents of our building, didn't he die last year because of eating steamed buns, who doesn't know about this!" Rao Aimin recalled.

Last year, someone really died, although Zhang Ye was not there at the time, but after moving over, he also heard an ear, he was immediately frightened, he had Sudan red, gutter oil, melamine, food hygiene is very problematic, Zhang Ye has long been a frightened bird, now I heard that someone around him ate steamed buns and died, of course he looked pale with a miserable face, retched a few times and wanted to spit out the buns, but he didn't succeed for a long time, Zhang Ye felt that he was going to die, and hurriedly said: "How did that person die?"

Rao Aimin flicked a bit of dust that fell on Mei's legs, and sighed: "It's miserable, it's so miserable, he went out to buy buns that day, and a big truck on the road clicked and killed him!"

"Crashed to death?" Zhang Ye almost fainted, "Then what does this have to do with eating steamed buns?"

"I didn't say it mattered. "Rao Aimin is having fun, obviously teasing Zhang Ye.

Zhang Ye: "......"

Rao Aimin was in a good mood, and patted the back of Zhang Ye's head with a smile, "Okay boy, hurry up and put the house in the house after eating, and help me put the bath water on it, and the old lady will take a bath." ”

A smile is like a flower, and there are many kinds of style!

What a young woman with a feminine body!

Although Rao Aimin often jokes about Zhang Ye, who has a bad temper, is old, moody, cold, loves money like life, and has a poisonous mouth, he still can't suppress Zhang Ye's instinctive affection for Sister Rao.

Because she's so beautiful!

Zhang Ye dreamed of marrying such a beautiful woman as his wife!

Alas, but it's useless to think about it, what about a beautiful wife? After looking at it for a long time, it's used to seeing it, and it's the same, and there's nothing to say about whether it's good-looking or not. Why don't you believe it? Let's take an example, who looks at their wives before they get married, isn't they all beautiful and moving, and they love to die and love to live? But after seven years of marriage, if you look at it again, if you can look at your wife for more than a minute every day, it will be counted as your conscience has found a heavy feeling! Well, of course, if you are really indignantly shouting, "Fart, even if it is another fifty or five hundred years, I think my wife is as beautiful as a flower, and the country and the city are the first", well, then you don't need to ask - your wife must be reading a book with you next to you!