Chapter 185 Lan Luoyu's asking price, early risers get the peaches

This is a dream.

In the dream, the woman was holding a wedding.

The auditorium was full of guests.

The woman wore a wedding dress and exchanged rings with her new husband amidst the officiant's speech.

"Let us congratulate the two newlyweds on their marriage."

Fireworks bloomed and a rain of flowers fell.

The woman was held by her husband and spun around in a circle. She felt extremely happy physically and mentally. When she finished the circle, she looked up at her husband, only to find that his appearance had changed at some point and he had become another man.

The woman panicked and ran away subconsciously.

Snap.

Horse hooves are flying on the road.

On the horse's back, the woman in a wedding dress leaned against the man, breathing a sigh of relief.

etc.

The woman reacted and looked back at the man who was holding her and riding on horseback, and panicked again.

A man's voice rang out in my ears: "Wife, why are you running?"

ah!

In the bedroom.

The woman suddenly woke up with her eyes open, sat up, looked dazed, and had an inexplicably dry mouth.

She raised her hand and wiped the fine beads of sweat from her forehead. Thinking back to the dream she had just had, her body and mind felt inexplicably weak.

Slow down.

She quickly dismissed those thoughts, checked the time, and realized she had only slept for an hour.

A little thirsty.

The woman immediately got up from the bed, walked barefoot on the floor, and left the room quietly.

I came to the living room, but there was no one there.

but.

She paused and looked towards the balcony, vaguely seeing a figure swaying.

Who is not sleeping at night?

The woman frowned and walked over quietly.

at the same time.

With his extraordinary perception and observation skills, Song Cheng also noticed the subtle footsteps in the living room.

He wasn't wearing shoes, so I couldn't tell whose footsteps they were.

However, he didn't care who the unknown woman hiding in the living room was, and was still looking at the woman on the phone.

Under the lens.

Lan Luoyu sat on the chair, and her beautiful legs, which could not be seen in the live broadcast room, were wrapped in thin, shiny, flesh-binding white stockings.

A cosplay dressed in white, is she cosplaying a white fox demon?

He admired the woman's figure wantonly, looked at her frosty face, and smiled indifferently.

Internal live broadcast perspective?

Lan Luoyu is obviously not that kind of indecent anchor, and those things don't exist.

And asking this was obviously very disrespectful.

That's right.

He is deliberately disrespecting women and even insulting them.

The reason for doing this is naturally because I am angry.

In addition to the fact that the woman did not tell him about Jiang Caizhi's situation, another reason was that when they were in school, this woman always opposed him, which was very inexplicable.

Asking means you don't like him.

Since he met the woman, she has always disliked him and has always been against him.

If he dumped the other person and they had a grudge against each other, then that's fine.

The problem is that the two of them have no emotional entanglement, nor any shameful relationship. They are just ordinary classmates.

But this woman just wanted to go against him in every way, for no reason at all.

The two people have the wrong aura and are naturally disgusted?

Who knows.

In short, if the other party was not Jiang Caizhi's friend, he would not bother to pay attention to this woman.

Things are different now.

Now that he has the chance to settle the score and teach the woman a lesson, he won't be polite.

He couldn't afford to offend her before, and was too lazy to offend her. Now, he wanted to see whether this campus cosplay goddess who always went against him and hated him would finally kneel down in front of him unwillingly and let him do whatever he wanted.

The thought fell.

He lost interest in blowing the wind, turned around and walked back to the living room. He looked at the woman who was walking towards him in the dark, and casually took her into his arms. He said in a deep voice, "Doctor Guan?"

Dark clouds blocked the moonlight, making the room even darker and harder to see clearly.

Eagle Eye is not night vision and its effect is limited.

However, from the pajamas the woman was wearing, it could be confirmed that they were Dr. Guan's pajamas.

So unexpected.

The woman's body softened and she let out a soft moan.

"It's so late, why aren't you sleeping?"

Song Chenglin asked the woman casually as he sat her down on the sofa.

"thirsty."

The woman's tone remained indifferent.

"It's very late."

Song Cheng grabbed the woman's hand and gestured, then said softly, "The water is too cold. Get yourself some hot milk."

There were no words in my ears.

The woman paused and started to heat the milk.

at the same time.

The other side.

Although Lan Luoyu was angry, he held it back and continued to analyze.

Judging from the voice, the man's voice was very young, somewhat deep, and the tone was inexplicably familiar.

He is very generous and gives out rewards worth millions of dollars at will.

Just for that shameful internal live broadcast perspective?

impossible.

He is so rich, there are many women playing with him, and there are many female anchors willing to provide that kind of live broadcast perspective, so why bother looking for me.

There must be another purpose.

"Boss, you've got to be kidding."

At this moment, seeing the atmosphere tense for a while, Song Jia quickly whispered, "Our Sister Lan isn't that kind of female anchor. She doesn't have that kind of insider perspective."

On the mobile phone.

The man's voice sounded again: "So, how much does it cost to provide an inside view of the live broadcast?"

Lan Luoyu gritted his teeth slightly, his expression becoming even colder.

"Boss, it's not about the money."

Song Jia trembled and said, "Our sister Lan is a serious anchor, she really doesn't have that kind of live broadcast perspective."

On the phone, the man's voice remained deep, and he said calmly, "Tell me a number."

Song Jia wanted to cry but couldn't, "Really not, boss."

The man continued, "Ten thousand a minute."

hiss!

Song Jia took a deep breath and opened her mouth without saying a word.

Ten thousand per minute?

Oh my god.

If you live broadcast for one hour a day, that’s 600,000, which means 185 million a month.

Hiss hiss hiss!

No wonder so many female anchors have fallen for it. The money is so easy to make. They can earn 600,000 without doing anything. It's outrageous.

Is it illegal?

As long as it is not spread, not known to others, not exposed, and kept private, and at most it is a sexual interest between men and women, there seems to be no problem?

Song Jia wavered, looked at Sister Lan with anticipation, and silently shouted: "Sister, why don't you try it?"

To this.

Lan Luoyu glared at the assistant, feeling extremely angry. He gritted his teeth and asked, "Is the boss rich?"

On the phone, the man said slowly, "So?"

Lan Luoyu sneered and said, "Okay, give me 100 million, and I can meet all your requirements. You can have fun as you please."

She was obviously irritated when she said this.

"One hundred million"

Song Jia repeated subconsciously, it was hard to imagine how much money one hundred million was, how to spend it, and whether she could spend it all in a lifetime.

That's one hundred million.

With Sister Lan’s current studio and earning power, if she can earn more than one million yuan a year, she’ll have to work hard for a hundred years.

This is just an ideal state.

You know, as a 2D cosplayer, Sister Lan’s current popularity has reached its peak. It is difficult to increase her fan base and her earning power is also difficult to improve.

Cosplay relies on youth and cannot last long.

Cultivating other COS does not mean that you can succeed by just cultivating them. It is extremely difficult to make them bigger and stronger.

There is a high probability that you will not be able to earn 100 million even if you work hard for your entire life.

Now just ask for 100 million directly. If you really get it, then why bother with cosplay? Just enjoy life and be a toy for the boss. How comfortable it is.

In today's society, few ordinary people can make a name for themselves.

The live streaming craze in the past few years has indeed created a lot of live streaming hosts, and the money they make is like the wind blowing in.

But that little bit of money is nothing compared to the real capital.

And the higher those people fly, the harder they fall, and the ending is not much better.

All in all, it's too difficult to make money.

If there really is 100 million, no one can refuse it.

But is it possible?

This is one hundred million.

Song Jia couldn't help but look at her phone, waiting for a reply from the boss on the other side.

"One hundred million"

A man's voice rang out from the phone, and he said with a smile, "You really dare to ask for it."

Lan Luoyu snorted coldly: "So, can you afford it?"

The man simply said, "Although you are not worth 100 million to me, I can still give it to you. After all, this amount of money is no different to me than one dollar to ordinary people."

What a big tone.

Lan Luoyu stood up, crossed his arms, approached the phone camera, and sneered, "Okay, give it to me whenever you want, and I'll let you play with it whenever you want."

The man said calmly, "I'm looking forward to it."

After that, the video was disconnected.

Is it really coming?

Song Jia looked at the hung-up video call with a dazed and unbelievable look on her face.

"Sister Lan, you...we are going to send it out."

Glancing at the assistant.

Lan Luoyu exhaled and said calmly, "Stop dreaming. This person should have given up when he saw the difficulty."

She knew very well the value of one hundred million.

As the man said, she also knew that she was not worth 100 million.

All I said was to get the other party to get lost. After all, no matter how rich a person is, it is impossible for him to give 100 million just by saying so.

That's one hundred million, an astronomical figure for ordinary people, including her.

"But, what if they really gave it to me?"

Song Jia couldn't help but look forward to it.

"Let him play as he pleases."

Lan Luoyu said unhappily, "It's late, go to bed."

Song Jia's eyes darted around as she said, "No, Sister Lan, what a great opportunity! Besides, judging by the voice, the boss is quite young, definitely not a bald, greasy guy."

"Should we take some private photos of the boss?"

"Hook the boss. If he really gets 100 million, we'll be flat out."

Dream on.

There is no such good thing in the world, and even if there is, the price is definitely unbearable.

The most reassuring thing is to earn your own hard-earned money honestly.

Lan Luoyu was too lazy to pay attention and left on his own.

Song Jia was disappointed. She looked at her phone and thought of something. Without even looking up, she said, "Sister Lan, I'll send your previous photos to the boss."

Lan Luoyu turned a deaf ear and disappeared completely.

Song Jia was not tired at all and excitedly began to organize her previous photo shoots.

These photos are prepared for offline signings and for VIP fans in the live broadcast room, and the quantity is large and sufficient.

I don’t know whether the boss will like it or not.

One hundred million

After posting the photo, Song Jia yawned and went back to her room, where she couldn't sleep all night.

next door.

Lan Luoyu was also inexplicably upset and couldn't sleep.

100 million

Who is that man? What should I do if he really gives me 100 million?

You can play with her, but what if it gets too perverted, like using whips or candles?

So annoying.

The other side.

Inside the mansion, on the balcony.

Song Cheng put his phone down and concentrated on enjoying the peace of the night.

One hundred million, no more, no less.

Although he now has a large personal asset of 20 billion US dollars, he does not have much cash flow.

Including the thirty consecutive draws this morning, I won 6.66 million X 3, and the cash I currently have is just over 100 million.

This is the remaining cash after giving Xu Ruyan 10 million.

This amount of cash is not enough, but it is enough for him and he can never spend it all.

There is nothing to spend.

The system gave him everything, including a luxury house and a luxury car, without him having to spend a penny.

Of course, it is impossible to give Lan Luoyu 100 million directly.

We have to find another way.

He now has an investment fund of 300 million yuan, one hundred million of which is left for Chen Yijin to develop a boutique coffee shop, and the remaining one hundred million yuan can be invested in Lan Luoyu's studio.

Time passes while I am thinking.

Twelve o'clock midnight.

Song Cheng exhaled and drank a sip of tea.

The night is dark.

When the dark clouds left and the moonlight shone again.

After drinking the hot milk, the woman returned to her room, and Song Cheng also returned to Sister Yun's room, hugging his good sister's soft body and sleeping to relieve all his worries.

The next day, early morning.

It's another sunny day.

In the bedroom.

Song Cheng regained consciousness, but before he opened his eyes, he saw the system information appear.

[You have survived for 24 hours and earned 26,696 survival points (including development bonus). Survival rating: Perfect.]

[You receive a perfect evaluation reward: Advanced Gene Optimization Fluid, Supplies X26696, Random Advanced Skill Book X1 (Includes Development Bonus: Primary X2, Intermediate X1).]

It's another day of great harvest.

Song Chengton felt satisfied and recovered the unused supplies. The total survival points once again exceeded 100,000.

Looking at the development points, I have accumulated 3,000 points, and I can draw 30 times in a row.

Today's lucky color: black

Black, ok.

He didn't rush to get up, but kept his eyes closed, pretending to be asleep.

A woman's voice sounded in my ears.

"Yan Yan, this is not right."

The good sister's voice was as gentle as ever. She seemed to be explaining something, speaking softly and continuously.

Xu Ruyan was studying something seriously without saying a word.

Song Cheng enjoyed it, his thoughts dancing.

It seems that the effect of advanced life energy enhancement is very good.

Although my good sister was still quite sensitive and was no match for me, her recovery ability was very sufficient and she could recover no matter how much she consumed. As a result, she woke up so early, even earlier than me.

"Sister Yun."

Song Cheng opened his mouth slightly and called softly as if in a dream.

The next moment, my good sister slowly leaned into my arms and gave me a light kiss.

"Well, is Chengcheng awake?"

Song Cheng did not wake up, but continued talking in his sleep.

"Sister Yun, I want to eat peaches."

With such a request, the good sister naturally agreed and offered a big peach.

Half an hour later, Xu Ruyan left.

Song Cheng opened his eyes and woke up.

In front of him, his beloved sister was leaning in his arms with a rosy complexion, her body weak.

"Bad Chengcheng"

Yu Meiyun said coquettishly, with infinite tenderness and charm in her watery eyes.

"Good sister"

Song Cheng breathed rapidly, turned over and stood up, hugged his good sister's soft and solid body, got up easily from the bed, and walked into the bathroom while kissing her deeply and passionately.

In the bathroom, after another half an hour of tossing and turning.

Yu Meiyun's watery eyes were dazed, her mouth open without a word, her soft body fell on the soft bed, unable to move at all.

Kissed my good sister on the lips.

Song Cheng left the room reluctantly and came to the door of the next room, just in time to see Ms. Shen, who was yawning and looking resentful, getting up and walking out.

"You're yelling so loudly so early in the morning. It's really disturbing."

The woman complained, wearing a tight-fitting, light silk hip-hugging pajamas dress with suspenders, and her beautiful legs were wrapped in thin, transparent, shiny flesh-colored stockings.

Hug a woman.

Song Cheng walked into the room and said with a smile, "Then go back and argue."

Shen Yizhen hugged her arms and said coquettishly: "I'm not the kind of woman who only cries and screams."

Song Cheng raised his eyebrows and immediately spurred his horse into a gallop.

Facts have proved that no matter how tough Ms. Shen's words were, she could not withstand the baptism of the scorching sun. In the end, she completely softened, crying and shouting, her voice became hoarse, and she drew circles all over the room.

final.

Song Cheng used the advanced genetic enhancement he had just harvested on the woman, then patted the woman's limp body and left the room.

I couldn't last even fifteen minutes. I'm not as good as Sister Yun.

Shake your head.

He returned to the first floor refreshed and started making breakfast.

"Mr. Song, good morning."

Xu Ruyan and Wei Xuanxuan had already packed up, crossing their shiny black and flesh-colored stockings, their silk feet in high heels, as they walked over swayingly.

"Good morning, did you sleep well last night?"

Song Cheng asked casually.

"Very good."

Xu Ruyan smiled sweetly.

"Yan Yan."

Wei Xuanxuan smiled lightly and said softly, "We are going to help our good brother cook together."

Xu Ruyan blinked and said, "Okay, Sister Xuanxuan, what should we do?"

Wei Xuanxuan said calmly, "We need to make breakfast milk, just follow me."

As she spoke, the woman squatted down with her beautiful legs in black stockings together and picked up the tools.

Xu Ruyan looked serious.

Looking at the two women working very hard with their help.

Song Cheng let out a breath and prepared other breakfast.

After breakfast is ready.

After the two women finished their work, their complexions were rosy.

Guan Lingzhi and her aunt also woke up, packed up and walked out of the room.

"Chengcheng, where are Meiyun and Yizhen?"

At the dining table, Qin Xiuru's complexion was visibly better. She sipped the breakfast milk that the two women had carefully prepared, looking satisfied and asking casually.

Song Cheng went upstairs for a while, then went downstairs with the two weak women in his arms and sat down at the dining table.

We had a very enjoyable breakfast.

After dinner.

Song Cheng gave Guan Lingzhi some instructions, and then left home with his aunt.

Get in the car.

Qin Xiuru was adjusting her cheongsam, with her beautiful legs in flesh-colored shiny silk pressed together between the slits of her skirt. She sat in the passenger seat with a dignified and elegant posture.

"Auntie, today is Qixi Festival."

Song Cheng asked casually, "Do you have any plans?"

Qin Xiuru said calmly, "Qixi Festival is such a wonderful day. You should have some fun with Yuzhu."

Song Cheng nodded and said, "Auntie, do you have any suggestions?"

Qin Xiuru said with a smile, "There is a good concert at Lanyun Mountain this afternoon. You can go and see it."

Lanyun Mountain, a famous landmark in Yuncheng.

The mountain is not high, only about 100 meters above sea level, and the scenery is beautiful.

"concert"

Song Cheng pondered and said, "Sister Yuzhu must be used to elegant places. If you want to go, go to a place you have never been to."

Qin Xiuru patted her son-in-law's hand and warned him, "Don't do anything bad."

Song Cheng said casually: "How could that be? I remember there is bungee jumping on Lanyun Mountain. I plan to take Sister Yuzhu there to experience it."

Qin Xiuru frowned and said, "No, it's too dangerous."

Song Cheng simply said, "Auntie is worried, so let's go together."

Qin Xiuru said softly, "Okay, I'll go over and keep an eye on you guys to prevent you from doing anything rash."

Song Cheng was amused.

Qin Xiuru hit her son-in-law's hand in annoyance.

No hit.

Still hiding?

The beautiful woman refused to give in and started chasing and hitting him.

Song Cheng dodged it easily and was very slippery, teasing his aunt.

(End of this chapter)