Chapter 80 Killing Pigs and Raising Fish

As the camera shook, after a clean death shot, not even a corpse was left, Qin Chuan lowered his head to look at his phone.

The set alarm rang. There were three minutes left until nine o'clock, the time when Qin Mengmeng's live broadcast would begin.

Qin Chuan entered the app and wanted to see if he could enter other live broadcast rooms.

He can watch Qin Mengmeng's live broadcast room through other means, whether it is watching the screen recording or borrowing someone else's account, or even asking Qin Mengmeng to lead him in the live broadcast, there is no problem, but it is not so easy to see the anchors other than Qin Mengmeng.

How does the app assign different hosts to different viewers?

This problem has always troubled Qin Chuan.

Three minutes later, the app pushes a notification.

[I will randomly pick a viewer to perform corvée with me. Come on if you are brave enough! ]

Qin Chuan: “…”

At the same time, he received another notification.

[Today's fish farming bureau, don't do it, those who understand will come! ]

Qin Chuan was cheered up.

No matter what raising fish meant, he had no interest in the scene of Qin Mengmeng doing corvée labor.

When Qin Mengmeng had just graduated from college, he saw that she was plump and fair, and looked somewhat like a normal person. But then she went to work at a construction site for half a year and came back dark, thin and shriveled, almost looking like an African.

He never understood what was going on in Qin Mengmeng's mind. She thought that life at the construction site was not bad. Those who did hard work were supposed to do hard work. Even if one became a small leader, one still had to do hard work. No matter how he thought about it, this was not the life Qin Mengmeng should live.

No matter what she really thinks, she has been arbitrary and domineering since she was a child, and what he says has no say, but he can always look at her less.

Watching it too much is always a kind of mental torture.

Of course, he could put it another way and say that he was just collecting intelligence, but he knew in his heart that he just didn't want to see Qin Mengmeng doing hard labor.

That's a complete waste of resources.

He entered the live broadcast room of the fish farmer, and when asked to enter a nickname, he randomly entered six words: Invincible Tyrannosaurus Warrior.

[Welcome the invincible Tyrannosaurus Warrior to the live broadcast room...]

The person who appeared on Qin Chuan's screen was a tall man with slender limbs and wearing a pure white mask. He was a little hunchbacked and slightly bent over. He looked out of the screen through the two black eye sockets on the white mask.

There was an electric charge in his voice when he spoke, low and hoarse with a hint of coolness.

He said: "Today we have new brothers and sisters. Brothers, please give us a word to welcome them."

A screen full of 6666 flashed before Qin Chuan's eyes.

He raised his eyebrows, moved his fingers, and immediately felt the desire to spend money.

However, he really had nothing in his account, so he stayed put for the time being and just asked, "What's the anchor's name?"

"Just call me Ersan."

Fake name, of course.

The masked man named Ersan tilted his head and briefly walked through the process, reciting a wave of words to urge money to spend. The camera suddenly zoomed away, and Qin Chuan saw tonight's main meal.

"This is the Triangle, where warlords fight each other on Earth, a paradise for organ trading and erotic fraud. Today, I spent a huge amount of money to buy three pigs to feed the fish. Friends, if you want to watch a good show, just do some good deeds. No incense is needed, only good deeds are needed."

Qin Chuan saw a person with his hands and feet tied behind his back and his body curled up on the ground in a fishing net on an open space under the moonlight. A person reduced to that situation was indeed no different from a pig.

His eyebrows suddenly jumped and he took a long breath. Although his expression was ugly, the words he wrote when he made the comment were cold: "Where are the fish? Where are the fish?"

The barrage replied on behalf of the anchor: "Don't worry, the three pigs will broadcast for nine hours, the anchor has to take his time to collect the reward."

"Haha, you're new here, so you're not used to it, right? It's okay. There are no taboos in our live broadcast room, except for one."

“Never accept the host’s invitation.”

“Never accept the host’s invitation.”

“Never accept the host’s invitation.”

…

Qin Mengmeng squatted on the floor of Room 903 in the girls' dormitory, which was no different from a bare-bones house after scraping off the wall and removing the windows. The bright white light from the light bulb stuck in a tricky manner on the ceiling illuminated her whole body.

"You ask the worker to register an account, tell me the nickname, and I will send him an invitation."

[I can repair the refrigerator: OK. ]

Behind Qin Mengmeng, there was a bunch of ghost shadows crowded together. From a distance, it looked like a group of twisting shadows flowing, as if they were about to suck people's souls in.

Those are the little ghost girls distributing books.

Yesterday they wrote a lot of book lists, most of which were popular novels or well-known classics. None of them were niche. Qin Mengmeng only went to one bookstore and bought them all.

She didn't see a single cubic meter, so she bought a bunch more according to her own taste and the clerk's recommendation.

When the show started, they consumed a little incense and brought it into the live broadcast room, satisfying the expectations of all the little female ghosts.

At this moment, they were surrounding the cube of books and picking and choosing. Because the place was too small and there were too many people, a double image effect was created.

The dormitory head squatted beside her and said worriedly, "When can you finish 903? There are too many people here. It's annoying."

She glanced at the ghost next to the pile of books and said, "Too many ghosts is annoying."

Qin Mengmeng smiled and said, "If we don't worry about the formaldehyde problem, it will be done quickly tonight, but the furniture will have to arrive tomorrow."

Ghosts are basically weightless, so she wasn't actually worried that the dormitory head would damage the newly laid wooden floor by walking around the house.

But the furniture still cannot be put in place immediately.

The hound did not come tonight, and Yu Jiuye was cleaning up the garbage in other bedrooms. Qin Mengmeng made a list to calculate the working hours during the day. Although the bedrooms in the girls' dormitory were small, there were quite a few of them. It would take at least half a month to finish all of them.

More workers could speed up the process, but it would make management more difficult and cause endless trouble, so she planned to do everything herself except the windows.

At most, add an unqualified carpentry physical education teacher.

She explained the specific arrangements to the dormitory head. It was unclear whether the dormitory head understood, but he nodded in a serious manner and said generously: "I trust you, just do it. If you have any problems, come to me. I will deal with whoever causes trouble."

I have to say that although the dormitory manager doesn’t make money, other than that, he is definitely a comfortable party A.

While the two were chatting, the window installer that I hired to repair the refrigerator also arrived.

Qin Mengmeng paid extra for the incense he needed to carry necessary tools such as glass windows and glue hardware into the live broadcast room.

A worker named Jinlong appeared next to Qin Mengmeng.

He was a skinny middle-aged man who looked lifeless. He was wearing an old man's shirt and thick jeans. He had work gloves on his hands that covered his wrists tightly. He lowered his head and said to Qin Mengmeng, "Hello, boss."

Qin Mengmeng walked around calmly and discovered the faint tattoo on the back of his neck, exposed under the roots of his hair.

She sighed.

"Been in jail?"

Jin Long showed a flattering smile on his face.

"It didn't take long for the government to educate them."

"It's okay." Qin Mengmeng said, "I only asked you to come here to install the windows. Good skills are enough."

Anyway, as for the situation in the live broadcast room, the requirements cannot be too high.

Qin Mengmeng glanced at the light bulb next to her and said, "It's late at night and the light is not very good. Is this brightness okay now?"

Jin Long walked to the window and took a look. He said, "It's not a big problem. The moonlight outside is also very good. It won't affect anything."

The moonlight at Xincheng High School is as bright as the Mid-Autumn Festival every day.

Qin Mengmeng nodded and said, "Then I'll leave it to you."

The size was measured and given by Qin Mengmeng in advance. Jin Long took a piece of glass he brought and placed it on the window frame of 903 to measure it. When he found it was just the right size, he started working immediately.

The dormitory head stood next to him, staring at him intently, his dark eyes full of curiosity.

Someone in the live broadcast room said that she was supervising.

But the look in Qin Mengmeng's eyes when she looked at her seemed so familiar.

That was very interesting.

Architecture itself is an activity of transforming nature and wilderness. The more control-seeking and self-centered a person is, the more likely they are to be attracted to this form of labor.

Build a civilization out of nothing.

Or rebuild a new life on desolation and ruins.

Nothing brings a greater sense of personal fulfillment than building something.