Chapter Twenty-Three: The First Wheat Connector (I)

The invective came immediately.

[What? A hundred small motorcycles, you don't want to rob them? I can't earn this in a day, so that's all I can do to talk to you, do you think you are some kind of fairy descending to earth? A netherworld thing that doesn't dare to show its face. 】

Oh no.

Gu Ling sighed in her heart, in this live broadcast room, there are still masters who can see through her essence through the broken camera?

However, the other party continued to abuse nonsensically, proving that he was just a troll, not a master.

[Ugly to eat! ] Is it human? 】

[No, if it's a person, you will show your face, you won't be an ugly thing. 】

With the rhythm of the trolls, the people in the live broadcast room are rapidly lost, and there are not many real viewers left, and seeing that Gu Ling has not yet opened, it is estimated that he will be unemployed.

Brother Chen behind the screen was anxious, thought twice, and planned to set the first microphone connection-

Ding dong!

A hundred small motorcycles were sent in a flash and a flash.

[No matter what industry newcomers are, it's not easy, I'll support you.] Flashing and flashing, cold.

[Someone really sent it, this is 10,000 yuan! ] I can't save a year. 】

[Upstairs is also a low-level worker, I, a clerk, two thousand six a month, regardless of food and accommodation. This is the floor where small talk starts.

Gu Ling said to the flashing and flashing: "Click on the microphone to report it, and if it is inconvenient to appear on camera, you can turn off the camera." ”

Then connect to the microphone with the other person. "Hello."

[Hello anchor.] The other party didn't turn off the camera, but he didn't shoot at his face, and his hand appeared in the picture, and the bone joints were very good-looking, and as soon as he appeared on the camera, he attracted many onlookers.

[Front row, this hand is so good-looking, Sihasha. 】

[I'm a hand model. Leng was very easy-going, and responded to others, and made a few gestures according to the requirements of the water friends in the live broadcast room.

"What are you?" Gu Ling asked.

Gu Ling, who has not yet comprehended the coquettish skills of live broadcasting, is so straightforward that people are speechless.

[Hahaha anchor can not speak, what do you call you hahahaha]

[No, I'm laughed at too, now my stomach hurts, you pay!] 】

Flashing and flashing: [Anchor, it's so direct, I don't have anything to calculate, just, count when my upstairs neighbors will finish arguing, they've been making trouble for a long time, I still have filming tomorrow, I want to go to bed early, but they make a lot of trouble...... You know. 】

[Ahh 】

[What are you doing to tell fortunes, and directly ask the police uncle to report the disturbance to the people. 】

In the midst of the resentment of the noise upstairs, Gu Ling's speech was particularly penetrating. "You should call the police, but you have to hide, wait for anyone to ask you about it, and don't respond positively to the noise upstairs when anyone asks you."

Wait, what's the vibe?

The popularity of the live broadcast room just fell, but because of this sentence, the sentence asking the question was simply swiped, and during the hot chat, Gu Ling just wanted to wait for a cold answer.

The picture on the cold side has changed at this time.

He stood up and walked out of the room, like a knock on the door, and a rhythmic knocking could be faintly heard.

[Hey, no, aren't you two really scripted? As soon as he said that someone was questioning, there was a knock on his door. 】

[No, if it's a dangerous thing, isn't it better not to open the door?] 】

At the door of the cold house, he opened the door and saw a man wearing a mask, shorter than him, panting, as if he had just exercised.

"Excuse me, what's the matter with you?"

The man looked up, his eyes were slightly red, and he had an excited look even when he was wearing a mask. "You heard it all, didn't you?"