"Fenghua Group has completed bankruptcy liquidation... Its direct person in charge ... The original rich second generation, Xinghuo Entertainment artist Feng Yin is facing huge debts..."

In the scorching summer, gnawing at the door of the chicken, the wind groans to fit the Chinese baby's physique Huaxia squatting, rubbing the net.

"There is nothing to say, and life is to die."

Feng Yin exited the short video page with a mentality that you can blame others and don't blame yourself, and opened another app.

There are 23 groups of coolies who make a fortune and work part-time workers———.

Fingers quickly swiped across the keyboard, and with a bang, the message was sent.

"Longhu Huafu, anti-cement, count me in!"

A few seconds later, the foreman of the contract who was invoiced by the wind replied with an OK.

Feng Yin put away her phone with satisfaction, and found a shiny steel hammer in the gap in the far corner of her trouser pocket, which was all her net worth after going into debt.

To be exact, it is after the original owner is in debt.

The wind is singing through the book.

The original owner Feng Yin is a rich second generation, relying on money to buy resources to grab roles, bullying peers, touching porcelain idols and stirring CP, being disgusted by the whole network, holding Feng Yin high every day and rolling out of the entertainment industry!

Single-handedly make the entertainment industry united and friendly.

It's a pity that now she is in debt, and her money ability is cruel to say goodbye.

The total debt is as high as 137,896,831.32 yuan, which is the length of a whole phone number.

The most ridiculous thing is that she is not the protagonist of the book at all, and she is not even the eighteenth-line cannon fodder.

After all, at the beginning of the book, the original owner couldn't bear the huge gap and committed suicide.

Feng Yin patted his uncomfortable chest, got on the bus with a mental state that was stable and unstable, and went straight to Longhu Huafu, carrying the cement first.

She's not a paper person, and she can make a book limit.

Forty minutes later, Longhu Huafu and Fengyin opened the live broadcast software, and the first broadcast of debt officially began.

In the ordinary live broadcast room, the number of people in the upper left corner is zero, and the red bold font in the upper right corner reads: The rich woman and female star in the past are now in debt and carrying cement.

The effect is directly full, just waiting for netizens to come.

Feng Yin thought about it, it is definitely not possible to repay debts by carrying cement, but Feng Yin carries cement live broadcast, and it is designated to do it.

Today's live broadcast focuses on a novelty, is there anything more strange than this?

Coupled with the popularity of the original owner, there will definitely be many people who will scold her.

As the saying goes: they threw mud at me, and I earned him 88,000 with tears.

Feng Yin fixed the mobile phone, picked up a stick, pulled up his long hair in three or two strokes, put on a gray four-pocket overalls, and moved!

[What kind of live broadcast is this?] Eighteenth-line actress carrying... Cement? 】

[This bag of cement is 100 pounds, carrying it upstairs? ] Sit back and wait for failure. 】

[Isn't it just a bag of cement, don't you think? Go to the construction site to see it for free, there are. 】

Putting on gloves and getting ready to go, Feng Yin glanced at the live broadcast room.

I know that you don't believe it!

It just so happens that she focuses on a surprise.

Commonly known as a slap in the face.

Feng Yin bent over, picked up a bag of cement with both hands, exerted force at the waist, and the cement bag was thrown up by both arms.

There was a muffled sound of "pop", and the cement bag landed firmly on Feng Yin's left shoulder, she didn't shake half a step, and she didn't use her hands to support her, but slowly squatted down.

Another bag of cement, swished by the wind and threw it on his shoulder, and his left shoulder currently weighs 200 pounds.

[At the beginning, Daiyu had half of your strength, and it would not be like this or that. 】

[Come in standing, go on your knees!] 】

What is she going to do? No way? Another bag? Not afraid of squashing? 】

[It's a werewolf!] 】

The initial traffic purpose was successfully achieved, and Feng Yin carried two bags of cement with one hand and made a two-finger salute to the camera.

"Hello everyone, I'm Feng Yin."

"Today is the first day of my part-time job to pay off my debts, and I will take you to experience the joy of sweating against cement!"

[It's good, what are you doing with cement, just find a rich man to marry. ] 】

[Wind groaning? A few days ago, the rich second-generation star who went bankrupt was also called Feng Yin. 】

【Impossible!】 That Feng Yin has to hit 120 with a rooted thorn in his hand, and he can also move cement, don't be kidding. 】

Feng Yin began to resist the cement and went upstairs, the mobile phone was held up by the other hand, and the sound of stomping was infinitely amplified by the corridor.

"Don't persuade me to marry a rich man, if you have the ability, you can persuade a rich man."

"Fishing? The fish says it wants to spit on you, but it is afraid of defiling its spit. ”

In the face of ridicule, he did not panic at all, his steps were steady and upward, and he still had the energy to talk to netizens.

"If you have any shortcomings, please feel free to talk about them, and I won't change them anyway."

"Let me get out of the entertainment industry, how can your thirty-seven-degree mouth say such ruthless words?"

"You're going to cut off my creditor's wealth! Cutting off people's financial means is like killing your parents, you are ruthless enough. ”

Feng Yin, who had just warmed up, swept his eyes across the screen, and in less than five minutes after the broadcast started, there were already nearly a thousand people.

The comment area is even more lively, scolding seventy percent of those who get out of the entertainment industry, two percent of the real and false creditors who collect debts, one percent of the people who look at the excitement, in short, there are few who really support the wind and yin.

Feng Yin retracted his gaze and continued to carry the cement.

"Little Five, has the popularity reached the exchange standard?"

"Drop--the heat exchange system will serve you for the last time--detect the initial heat-ask the host to determine the exchange of the main and secondary items."