Chapter 172: The Fan Economy of the Poll Bureau

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A reporter suddenly coaxed, Lu Xue and the three bikini girls behind him stood on the wooden warship, the wind was uneven, and I originally wanted to have a cheeky shot, but in the cheers of many reporters, I ran down in a gray way. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. biqUgE怂 ļ½‰ļ½Žļ½†ļ½

After that, Wang Yulong pulled Qin Lan to stand on the bow of the wooden boat and posed for a pose, and the reporters left satisfied.

Below, Luo Bingyou's heart suddenly blossomed, this time the sponsorship fee was not in vain, and under the brand of Super Fishery was the logo Peugeot of Weijiatian.

Because of his unique discernment, Wang Yulong was the exclusive title of Wang Yulong, and Wang Yulong also reciprocated the peach, and gave Weijiatian an eye-catching mark on the wooden boat.

Of course, Xuan Kaimao also took a few photos there, but they were all rigorous columns that needed pictures and texts, so in the eyes of everyone's expectation, the scientific research ship sailed to the depths of the sea.

Along the way, Xuan Kaimao didn't have a good face, and the limelight was stolen by Wang Yulong, but I didn't expect this kid to be able to make a strange move, the dancing lobster at the beginning, and now he has made a warship.

On the sparkling sea, there are no fish jumping, and you can see fishermen in the distance, but unfortunately the harvest is not good.

Man, when I saw the bikini girl, I would definitely go back and take a second look, after being pinched by Qin Lan with n red marks on his back, Wang Yulong was much more honest and followed behind Qin Lan step by step.

Of course, the rest of the crew was busy talking to the girl, but I didn't expect that this time the event I participated in because of my interest would be able to have an unexpected gain.

The wind is uneven, smash it, smash it, I have made a lot of money writing supernatural novels over the years, and my supernatural fans call themselves the director of the poll bureau, but unfortunately, there has been a lack of a beautiful lady around me.

This should be a common problem of Internet writers, every day when I wake up, I still have to code a few chapters today, especially Xie Lingyi's writing, it must be conceived, and today's readers have been fed by Hollywood blockbusters with a very high appetite, and if they don't get a little real material, they won't be satisfied.

So Feng Buping spent money to join this terrifying shark monster exploration trip, looking for the source of the horror, and then describing it in words.

Early in the morning, Feng Buping forwarded it in his WeChat circle, and many of his fans rewarded it.

At this time, Wang Yulong joined in and asked for a piece of the pie, what you sponsored was only a quota, if you even broadcast live in the WeChat group, do you want to promote your own "Ocean Cemetery" forum.

"No, you're advertising, you have to give money!" It's not stupid if the wind is uneven, fans will be pulled away by the "Ocean Cemetery" in the future, how will they eat in the future?

So, Wang Yulong decided to cooperate with Feng Buping for mutual benefit.

In the face of the uneven accosting, Lu Xuefeng glanced at the other party, it was his existence that caused their workload to increase a lot, shark monster, shark monster, if there is, it would be good to eat you, the guy who is afraid that the world will not be chaotic, first.

"I am a writer, Mo Yan is my idol, of course, by accident, I entered the online literature industry, of course, there is no distinction between expensive and cheap work."

As soon as Feng Buping's voice fell, Lu Xue had already drifted away, hey, why do you want to look at yourself with colored glasses, online writers are also people!;