Chapter Ninety-Five: Meng Xuan's Dream
The doomsday player who has just landed in the window of the world started to do things on the first day, and has always developed the habit of arrogance and domineering in Nankunshan, and it is still continued to come to the window of the world.
began to challenge some of the elite families of the Window of the World, and at the same time kept provoking the elite families of the Window of the World. The posts one by one flew up in the Three Realms. All of a sudden, the entire Three Realms Forum was as lively as it was, all because of the appearance of the Doomsday Family.
For these things, Meng Xuan, who has never been concerned with some miscellaneous things, naturally doesn't know. is still doing his own thing with peace of mind.
"Hey, the seven-skill Thunderbird Man, it's a pity that it's a wild one, otherwise it would be better to use it to refine demons."
"Wow, this sword with a total injury of 420, you actually sold it for 100 million? Why don't you grab it? The total number of injuries of 440 is only a little more than 100 million. ”
"Well, 7.2 million level 80 rings, do you want to buy them? Forget it, the spirit ornament is a big pit, don't jump yet. ”
"This level 70 simple anger belt is okay, it's from the system, and the attributes are a bit poor. It's too expensive, if you put 100 million, won't your heart hurt? ”
Meng Xuan was looking at the stall at this time, shouting from time to time. Originally, I wanted to find a few pieces of simple equipment suitable for Leng Feng, but after looking at so many stalls, the prices of these stall owners were darker than the other. Even if he had money, Meng Xuan wouldn't spend so much money to buy it, he didn't want to be the wronged leader. And most importantly, he has no money now. The things in the Treasure Pavilion haven't been sold yet, so how can they get money.
"It's okay, bear with me. Tomorrow we will be paid. Tomorrow I'll be a good guy again. Meng Xuan muttered softly.
The salary Meng Xuan said was not the money from the gang, although now he can get one or two hundred million running rewards from Zui Qingfeng every week, but that money really can't make too many waves for Meng Xuan, this casually identifies the spirit ornament, or refining the demon a few times and it will be gone.
The salary he said is the income of his live broadcast, the live broadcast income that is settled once a month.
Not to mention, although Meng Xuan doesn't often broadcast live these days, every live broadcast will bring him huge benefits, ranging from thousands of gifts to tens of thousands. After deducting all sorts of things, Meng Xuan's income from the live broadcast alone this month is enough for him to eat in the canteen for several years, of course, provided that he doesn't play Fantasy Journey to the West. If this is to brush up on arms and get babies, Meng Xuan's income from live broadcast is really not enough.
This mouse is a little light, and it is dozens or hundreds or even thousands of pieces that are gone, and there are dozens of clicks a day. Not to mention, the little money that Meng Xuan earned from the live broadcast may be exhausted in one day.
Now Meng Xuan is really looking forward to the salary that will be paid tomorrow, but he found out from the backstage that he had a reward of 60,000 yuan in gifts for the live broadcast last month. If this can be distributed, his shriveled wallet, with only double-digit bank cards left, can be filled again.
At the thought of money, a satisfied smile appeared on Meng Xuan's face. From a big junior dog who is messy every day, after only a month, he can not only make money through games, but also give his family some living allowances. This was enough to make Meng Xuan proud.
Thinking about this, he remembered what the boss said to him that night.
"It's good to be an anchor, it's good to make money. My brother is finally no longer living in a mess. ”
Yes, in the past, as the boss said, he had nothing to do all day, didn't attend classes, didn't read books, even gave up the only good basketball he played, and knew to play games and sleep all day long. Although Huang Xu and Li Guoming are also like this, they at least have another specialty in addition to playing games.
The boss of Huang Xu's dance club, Li Guoming is a top student. The most important point is that the two of them themselves are a small rich second generation, and none of them have a net worth of tens of millions, and which family does not have a large business waiting for them to take over. On this point alone, Meng Xuan is far from comparable. (Not to mention, Pengcheng buys tens of millions of suites, and people who have one or two suites are multimillionaires.) )
But now, there is a system. Meng Xuan is also slowly moving towards the right path, although the anchor industry is not something to be proud of, after all, in this era, walking on the side of the road and dropping a signboard, three out of the five people who may be stoned to death are anchors.
Meng Xuan once heard a joke, that is, after the elimination of pornography in Guancheng, there were more anchors. Of course, this is just a joke.
But this also shows that as long as you are an individual, you can be an anchor, and you don't even need any threshold.
However, at least in the matter of being an anchor, Meng Xuan has made money, which is far from many idle anchors. And don't look at Meng Xuan as just an anchor, but he still has his own ideas in his heart, anchoring may not be the industry he will always be engaged in, he still has his dreams. As for the premise of this dream, you need to play the game of Fantasy Journey to the West well first and expand your influence. With these, Meng Xuan was qualified to talk about what he had conceived in his mind.
"Okay, okay, stop dreaming. It's a mission, catch a hundred ghosts, note: don't find a large belt. Quests reward 100 points. ”
The voice of the young lady of the system sounded in Meng Xuan's mind at the right time, which also interrupted Meng Xuan's thoughts.
Interrupted by the young lady of the system, Meng Xuan did not feel the slightest dissatisfaction, but was ecstatic, having a task is a good thing, having a task means that there are points, and with points, Meng Xuan can enjoy the waves.
"Okay, a hundred ghosts, right, simple. Besides, I'm level 69 now, so I don't have to look for a tuba to catch ghosts myself. Hey, a hundred points, I'm coming. Meng Xuan said happily.
Then he hurriedly manipulated Zhige's account to double the experience.
At the entrance of the palace, there is still a bustling area, where dense players are waiting for their teammates one by one.
"69 Ghost Hunting+++++ Don't Come."
"The 109-level activity lacks a solid injury, Datang don't order it, okay? I don't want Datang. ”
"89 activities, let's have a sealing system, just seal the mutation. #99, speed Q1, come and go. ”
"129 Tiangang is coming, there is a five-shot kill, speed Q1."
"Is there a newcomer?,My cute girl begs to bring it #53"
Seeing the constantly refreshing current channel, Meng Xuan hurriedly controlled Zhi Ge's account and quickly added teams.
After submitting more than a dozen applications to join the team, there was finally a team willing to bring the oil bottle of Zhige.
"Hey, it's still like this, aren't I undyed? Don't I just run out of brocade clothes? Am I not without equipment? Is there a need for such a different treatment? How can I say that I am also an account full of cultivation and strength. Yards, wait until I take out that non-level one day and blind your dog's eyes. Meng Xuan muttered softly.