Song Yingchen was so hungry at this time that her chest was pressed against her back, how could she have the heart to teach English, and finally couldn't help but plead: "How much, I want to eat it too." He swallowed as he spoke.

Chiba was surprised. Such a bowl of somen noodles, except for a few drops of oil, does not even have a star of minced meat, how can it make the rich second generation who returned from overseas hungry like this.

"Not too ...... Not quite to your liking. She prevaricated.

"Please!" Song Yingchen begged, "Pleas......"

What else can I say, that pleading look is more powerful than any weapon in the world, how can I refuse. She immediately rolled up her sleeves and lit the stove, re-boiled the water, and cut chopped green onions to prepare the ingredients.

"Don't blame me if it's not delicious, the materials are limited, and they don't sell well outside." She tossed a handful of noodles into the boiling hot water and flicked it with her chopsticks.

"Okay, I like to eat harder." Song Yingchen stretched his neck and urged anxiously.

"How can it be so fast."

"I remember when I was a child, my grandmother used to cook noodles for me to eat, and she would lie down with two ......eggs each time," Ms. Song said, her eyes falling on the eggs she had just bought.

Chiba understood, lit another stove, fried eggs in a frying pan, and was very willing to mutter, "There are quite a lot of requests from fake foreign devils" in his heart.

And Song Yingchen's gobbling up made this willingness more gratifying. This mood is not the same as the previous good impression of him, it is more like a woman's innate motherhood, a pure, and immediately satisfied psychology after giving.

"What are you laughing at?" Song Yingchen asked suddenly.

She apparently didn't realize that she had lost her temper in front of him again.

"Oh me, I've got a job."

"What job?"

"General work, part-time, I don't want to do full-time, just do odd jobs."

"Is it well paid?"

"It's okay, 40 an hour."

"Dollars?"

She rolled her eyes at him.

"You're scolding me?"

"It's not dollars, God, so little! Why don't you go live online, it's very profitable. ”

"Live?"

"Yes, the live broadcast is very hot, I watch it when I have nothing to do abroad." Song Yingchen took out his mobile phone as he spoke, and then showed a regretful expression, "There is no power, and I said that it will be popularized for you." ”

"I've heard of it, can you make money?"

"Of course, the time is flexible, and I can do it at home. If you broadcast well, more and more fans will give you tips and gifts, all of which can be turned into money. Song Yingchen said and rubbed his three fingers, "If you accumulate a certain number of fans, you can convert them into traffic, and then cultivate one hundred and eighty people who are desperate for you, and then open an online store and build an official account, and receive advertisements while selling things, which is very troublesome." ”

"Is it that mysterious?"

"Of course, in a year or two you'll be able to buy a house that big."

"Buy such a big house...... Chiba looked around in surprise, crying and laughing, "I'm sick." Then he blurted out, feeling a little rude. I just want three meals and stable accommodation, and some necessary expenses are not stressful. If you really have so much money to buy a house, you will definitely give it to ...... Oh, don't go so far, tell me again, is the threshold for live broadcast high, and what are the requirements? ”

"There is no threshold, only a lower limit, just don't broadcast anything that violates the law and discipline, now is the era of national entertainment, and everyone can be an Internet celebrity and a star."

"I can't be a star, I just want to earn some living expenses...... What's being sown? ”

"Broadcast everything, and when I have time, I will give you a literacy. But now I have to go, and I'm worried if my mom can't find me. Why don't you go online and find out first? ”

"Oh."

Song Yingchen finished eating the noodles in the bowl with three times and dividing five by two, and was about to leave. As soon as he walked to the door, he seemed to remember something, turned his head and picked up the pen from the entryway cabinet and left a string of numbers.

"This is my number, keep in touch...... Thank you noddle, Bye! ”

Looking at his back, Chiba blurted out, "Hey! ”

"How?" He fluttered his elk-like eyes again.

“…… Drink less. ”

When she said this, her face turned into a monkey's ass. She didn't know why she had such an instruction to Song Yingchen, this was not what this relationship needed to express at all.

"Got it, let's go."

The door was closed, and she wanted to whip herself up.

She had never expressed concern for the opposite sex, and she did not understand what that concern meant. But she obviously felt that the guilt and embarrassment caused by this behavior made the blood flow and heartbeat faster, and it took a while to ease.

However, Song Yingchen's proposal was new, and she decided to go online to see what the so-called live broadcast was all about. It's a completely unknown industry, and it's a whole new world.

The beautiful faces on the popularity list are all anchors who are making money every day, and they all have a large number of fans and a lot of income when they click on one at will. Chiba was stunned, there was a rain of gold coins in every live broadcast room, and she wanted to reach out and grab some.

This is much better than carrying clay figures and pretending to be dolls!

But when you calm down and think about it, this matter is not as simple as Song Yingchen said. The female anchors are all well-behaved and beautiful, with small faces and big breasts, although they are all grassroots amateurs, they are not inferior to star models at all. For those amorous chicks, she has the illusion that she is going to be bent, not to mention those male fans who keep rewarding.

In particular, the body is hot, sexy and charming, and it is a popular keyword. The female anchors are as beautiful as finely crafted, but as a woman, she is like a creator who sews casually with leftovers, neither a beautiful face nor a delicate figure, nor does she pretend to be stupid and cute. Scribbled eyebrows, a slumped nose, freckles, and lips that are always flaky after a long period of unmaintained ......

The capital is so thin, not to mention making money from this, I'm afraid I have to pay for it to beg people to come and see. The most infuriating thing is that she has a flat horse on her chest, and she looks at the instep of her feet at a glance.

"Bad idea, let's pretend to be Garfield honestly." She immediately retreated.

Just then there was a knock on the door, which was very rapid and disappeared after a few seconds.

She thought Song Yingchen was back again, and when she opened the door, there was no one in the corridor.

But the moment she opened the door, she clearly heard footsteps and the sound of the door closing, and if she was not mistaken, the sound came from 1102.

After thinking about it, she quietly walked to the door of 1102, squinting one eye and looking into the cat's eye, it was pitch black.

I just wanted to raise my hand to knock, but I finally endured it, because she knew that the eccentric Grandma Wang would definitely not open the door, and even if she opened the door, she would deny it, saying something like "You girl is suspicious", "Why should I explain to you what I do".

She knew who she was - the tenant, the supernumerary of Sakura Apartments, and it was really hard to show excessive curiosity about the real owners here. Maybe Grandma Wang just doesn't like her, maybe it's weird, or maybe it's used to pretending to be mysterious...... Either way, it wasn't her turn to ask.

So she replied to 1101 and decided to be a tenant of the well water and not the river water.

After that, she gradually adapted to life in Sakura's apartment and also adapted to the work of playing a puppet. However, this three-hour part-time job every day is really not easy to do, and only when you can't hold it back can you take off your hood to slow down, and more often, you have to be on the verge of suffocating the stuffy heat.

But she persevered, and she needed the 120 dollars. Two weeks passed, Garfield, Bugs Bunny, Teletubbies...... The clothes are thicker than the other, the weather is getting hotter and hotter day by day, and when you just enter the summer, you have to use prickly heat powder.

On this day, the weather was unusually hot and humid, and it happened that she was the hottest Teletubbies in several outfits. One moment handing out leaflets, the other taking photos with children, the stuffy and airtight clothes are like a heated coffin.

No one noticed that she was already showing some signs of heat stroke.

Although the owner of the children's clothing store is very satisfied with her work, he is not a generous person, and he always supervises her and is afraid that she will be lazy.

It was so stuffy that she took off her hood, and when her legs were weak and she couldn't stand, she leaned against the trunk of the tree to rest.

In less than half a minute, the boss really walked out and complained to her: "It's only been three hours, I think you have to rest ten times!" You young people just can't endure hardship, and the money is so easy to earn. I think when I went out to work, the weather was still 40 degrees Celsius. What's so wrong, why don't you come in and blow the air conditioner, I'll do it for you? ”

She didn't have the energy to reply to the boss's words, her lips turned black, and she felt that the sweat on her forehead was locked by pores, as if poured into her brain, dizzy and heavy. Looking at the time, I still had to stand for half an hour, so I held on to the trunk of the tree and lifted the hood again.

Just as he was about to put it on, a ball rolled down the road, accompanied by the sound of a young child, a little boy of four or five years old also chased after him, and ran straight to the middle of the road. The boy's mother was chatting with acquaintances, unaware of the danger.

Without thinking about it, she threw off her hood and ran towards the little boy.

In the distance, a speeding car was about to collide, and she pounced on the little boy in her arms, covered her head and rolled to the side.

The screeching sound of the car's brakes pierced the sky, and the little boy's mother realized that something was wrong and ran in a panic.

Fortunately, it was fine, the little boy was a little frightened, and it was fine. The careless mother was so frightened that she cried, and nodded her head in thanks,

But he didn't help her up. The mother just hugged her child tightly and kept saying thank you and blame the child.

Chiba sat on the ground, and the sound in his ears became more and more chaotic and blurred, and finally turned into a buzzing ringing tinnitus. She tried to stand up, but she always lacked a little strength, and when she was unable to do so, a thick, rough hand reached over and pulled her up.

"Are you alright, little girl?"

The help came from Shangguan Yu from the "One Less Knife" barber shop.

Looking at the old man in front of him, Chiba was a little stunned.

Shangguan Yu's face was full of wrinkles, like lines carved with a knife, and the dry and fleshless face was one with it. He was in good spirits and wore a clean gown, like a gentleman who taught during the Republic of China.

"It's okay, thank you." She thanked him, made sure the boy was okay, and finally relented.

"You don't look very energetic, I'll come over and give you a head in a while." Shangguan Yu left a sentence and replied, "One less knife".