One group.

Two groups.

Three groups.

……

Eight hundred and eighty-eight groups.

September 1, 2012, 14:30 p.m.

The troubadour's vest is unstoppable, and no one knows it.

The live broadcast room of 5,000 people has changed again and again.

1W，2W，3W，4W。

This is not the end, the local tyrant consortium that originally chose to leave because of the heavy damage to the poet's studio also followed in the footsteps of the troubadours and spontaneously formed a large array of planes.

They are not stupid, they have money, yes, but also to enjoy it according to their discretion.

A studio without the slightest military spirit is worth paying attention to? No, not really.

They are willing to be taken advantage of, as long as their vanity is satisfied, they are willing.

However, your poet's studio is almost pasted, and the service of others is no worse than yours, so why should I still brush gifts?

But at this time, the boss of the poet's studio appeared, and as soon as he made a move, he shocked the four.

Nearly 3E won......

Death?

Mars?

Love?

When did they make such a bold move?

They are merchants, anchors are their goods, and local tyrants are their customers.

Here in the poet's studio, the tyrants are the gods--------

Plane after plane flew over the screen.

"Thank you why not ...... brother"

"Thank you, Brother Xiaoyue, Brother Mubai......"

"Thank you to Brother Ruyi, ...... cat"

"Thank you for the beautiful bath, the fantasy waiting, and the great support of the brothers of the Four Seas Dragon Venerable!"

……

Eight hundred and eighty-eight planes, eight hundred and eighty-eight bombs, rumbling, flat thunder.

More than 2,000 black powders were blown up to the point that there were no bones left, and the souls were scattered.

The troubadour is directly Kamai, and the magic sound is like a great master of Huaxia cultivation sound attack, bewitching everyone.

"One qiē has me."

A fan followed up and swiped "一qiē has me." ”

Boom.

Someone took the lead.

Thousands of people also followed the brush "一qiē have me." ”

The barrage all over the screen is "一qiē has me." ”

The poet's first sister Park Xiuzhen's white flowers trembled and trembled, and her eyes were stunned.

……

"The boss has appeared, go to the live broadcast room of the first sister, and everyone will pay attention."

This sentence exploded in the poet anchor group.

Fifty streamers got up from the toilet or from the bed, turned on the computer and logged in to their accounts, and everyone's heart was boiling.

It's right that they are plays, they lick the belly of the local tyrant # The eyes are right, just to be able to live a better life, but they need more respect.

They are no strangers to the troubadour's vest, it is their boss, their God of Wealth.

But the troubadours were gone, in their most difficult time.

This makes them embarrassed, angry, and aggrieved.

They are swaying, they are torn between a few sides, and they are ready to choose their next home.

They broadcast live every day and night for less than a month to create a backstage for the troubadour for nearly 3E won, why did he run away with money so irresponsibly?

But.

Today the troubadour appeared.

Eight hundred and eighty planes were shot at once.

The momentum is like a rainbow, the Buddha blocks and kills the Buddha, and the god blocks and kills the god.

The live broadcast room of 40,000 people became a live broadcast room of nearly 200,000 people ten minutes later.

Other streamers spontaneously dug out their pockets to hang up the agreement.

The troubadour didn't go.

He's still there.

"Recently I went to the United States to talk to Apple about business, which is very important for our studio, so I didn't show up during your most difficult time, and I want to apologize to you here. But --------"

"One qiē has me."

The 160W yuan is gone in the blink of an eye, but Weng Tingjun has to do this, and he can only do it.

The two armies are fighting, our army has lost its soul and heart, what are we going to fight? What are you still fighting?

He had to twist all the anchors into a rope and lift their momentum.

Loyal? That's the disease-free moaning of the weak#groan.

He brushed out the momentum of indomitable, who would do this without confidence? Who would brush like that?

As long as this group of men and horses is still there, Weng Tingjun will have the confidence to fight the enemy to pieces.

Weng Tingjun saw the meaning of coming to room 333 at night from the eyes of his first sister Park Xiuzhen, he was not moved, he continued very calmly: "Take the bones and tell the master behind you, if you want to fight, I will fight." ”

"Hey, you're #Mom."

"Fuck his brother."

"The poet brother is mighty and domineering."

"Will my poet brother be a three-star prince? So the magic sound? ”

The troubadour smiled slightly, "Guess? ”

"Xiuzhen, sing well, you continue to broadcast live, I still have some business, there is still a meeting on Apple's side."

"Uh-huh!"

……

Turning off his phone, Weng Tingjun collapsed into his chair, realizing that his shirt was soaked with sweat.

He has no way out, he can only do this, there are still 9 days left before the backstage time to exchange huàn won.

Their current backstage is nearly 320W RMB, as long as these nine days pass and the local tyrants are retained, there is still the possibility of a war.

If......

Weng Tingjun sighed, his eyes were firm, "There is no if." ”

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Troubadours appear and disappear as quickly as they appear.

But no one dares to underestimate it, aftv has been stored so far, to be honest, I haven't seen a guy who is 2E won as soon as he shoots.

Yes, but most often during the year or when there is an event.

That's not the point.

The point is a phrase left by the troubadour.

He talks to Apple about business?

Who is he?

Which Korean company can connect with Apple?

He can connect to the line, why do you have to run here to fish for this little oil and water?

"What do you think?"

"I think he's bluffing, who are we? I don't have the confidence to connect with Apple. ”

"I also think it's pretending to be B."

"But, we all think he's pretending to be B, is he a fool?"

Are troubadours fools?

No.

They regard the tourists they turn a blind eye to as uncles, and they regard the local tyrants as gods.

As soon as they appeared, they quickly stood on their feet.

There are also trainees who fail to debut and become anchors!

But to buy a lot of scrap like Poet's Studio, yes, in their eyes, these failures are scrap, and they have no use value at all.

But...... What is the reality?

The reality is that less than a month after her debut, Park so-jin, the first sister of the poet's studio, has set a record? How much money was made?

"No matter what, now we have no way out, we can only fight, I am now locked in the factory funds, and there is still 1E won to sell."

"Mine is also covered, I am out of 5000W!"

"Then I'll have 4000W."

"I'll also give 4000W."

"Good! It was decided, if he wanted to fight, we would fight. ”

"Troubadour? Hehe......"

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After drinking the milk tea, Weng Tingjun thought a lot, what else could he be afraid of if he died once?

It's true that he's penniless now, but he's not nothing.

"I still have fifty streamers."

"I still have Tiara."

"We have ------ tomorrow."

Weng Tingjun walked out of the bubble tea shop and continued to wander the streets of Busan unintentionally.

Busan, a city he is no stranger to, was filmed here for the 2010 Haeundae disaster film.

The iPhone's ringtone rings again.

"Hey, hello, I'm Weng Tingjun."

"I know it's you."

“……”

"Where are you?"

Weng Tingjun looked up, "Mochizuki's House Barbecue Restaurant." ”

"Oh, you wait for me, I'll give you back the money I paid last time." With that, the man hung up the phone.

Weng Tingjun smiled again, "It's still the same dead duck with a hard mouth." ”

How much is the gas money from Seoul to Busan?

With a swipe of the mobile phone, the transfer is successful, why do you have to be so troublesome?

"Woman......"