In the video.
A tall man in a black suit appears smiling in the wide-angle lens.
"Hello everyone, today I'm going to show you this ancient-style villa that faces south and has a market value of 9 million yuan."
Yan Jiu simply paid a little more attention.
The system panel indeed displayed: [Ding!]
Inspection subject: Deer Talks About Houses
Note: Targeted customers
Mortality rate: 100%
Time of death: After the 37th deception,
The host is advised to pay attention immediately!
System: [Biga, do I still need to remind you?]
Yan Jiu did some quick calculations.
A real estate commentator who made his fortune by reselling secondhand homes, now worth over 100 million yuan, will die today.
Yan Jiu nodded and typed a comment. Since she had seen it, it was better to remind her than not to. As always, her comment stirred up a frenzy in the live stream.
[A friendly reminder from a funeral service provider: Cherish life and stay away from deception.]
[Holy crap, what the heck?]
"Goodbye and don't bother coming back? Is this the funeral home I know?"
No way!
What are you talking about?
Shouldn't these kinds of comments be removed by the moderators?
This person probably doesn't know that the Deer's fans are all over the internet. Who with a little money wouldn't want to use the Deer's name to buy their own luxury secondhand house to show off?
Even ants can shake a tree; so many fans, once they pick up their keyboards, will show you what cyberbullying is!
[She's not afraid of being attacked by the masses. Forget it, it's a bit unlucky; I'm not going to try to make myself noticed.]
[Of all the villas featured in this "once-in-a-lifetime" series, the one described by the deer is more appealing to me.]
Ultimately, Yan Jiu's fame only extended beyond the province; she didn't become a household name nationwide.
Her comments were like a stone sinking into the sea.
It only caused a temporary stir.
Yan Jiu promptly followed the real estate commentator.
Fans who were closely following Yan Jiu's movements surged out instantly, squatting neatly in the live stream room of the real estate commentator.
Let me see which unlucky soul is going to end up with a runny yolk today.
[Nine-year-old is so dedicated to her job; she started looking for business online as soon as she got home. I'm so moved!]
Who is Master Jiu?
[That sounds really cool.]
"Absolutely, he's so handsome it's breathtaking."
[You'll be shocked when I tell you!]
[Follow whoever you want, that's who you want.]
That year, Master Jiu stood with his hands in his pockets, oblivious to the concept of an opponent.
Is it really that weird? Shouldn't we call the police?!
[J: So, here's the question: who should I report this to?]
[Don't get off-topic, who is Master Jiu?]
Even if you beg me, I won't tell you.
soon.
The live-streaming rooms of real estate commentators have become polarized.
On one side are netizens relentlessly asking who Master Jiu is, and on the other side are netizens who deliberately remain mysterious and refuse to explain who Master Jiu is.
They no longer had time to care about luxury villas.
This resulted in no one interacting with the livestream host's team, and the livestream room with tens of millions of views remained unattended.
Soon, the real estate commentator noticed the problem after being reminded by his assistant.
He didn't share the anger of the other streamers.
They did not ignore this matter either.
His shrewd mind allowed him to sense an opportunity for explosive popularity. He stopped commenting on the villa and took the initiative to connect with Yan Jiu via live stream.
now.
Because of the real estate commentator, Yan Jiu remembered the real estate agent who sold her the attic a little over a month ago.
She calculated that the intermediary was just one step away from getting close to Ga, so she searched for the other party's online information.
Before she could even leave a review to remind the real estate agent, a live streamer's request to connect with her interrupted her.
Just as Yan Jiu clicked "agree," the real estate commentator stepped off the spacious elevator and arrived at the third floor of the villa.
The real estate commentator flashed what he thought was a very cool smile and politely greeted, "Hello, beautiful lady."
Yan Jiu calculated the peach blossom face of the real estate commentator and said politely, "Okay, you're going to go."
The real estate commentator paused for a moment.
Yan Jiu glanced at the time on her phone: "If you call each of your seven girlfriends now, you can still leave your last words. If you wait any longer, you won't have time."
The real estate commentator's smile vanished instantly.
[If you stop smiling, then it's my turn to smile. This is called the law of conservation of smiles!]
Wait, what? What? Seven girlfriends?
For a moment, I didn't know whether to be shocked that the deer was going to gag, or shocked that he had so many girlfriends.
Damn it, I don't even have a girlfriend yet!
[The most devastating thing ever said has been uttered: "You don't have a girlfriend, but I don't only have one, I have seven."]
Who isn't a lifelong single?!
[That's right, Master Jiu is single too!]
[As a self-proclaimed alcohol enthusiast, I'll have to betray you a little bit first. I'm a guy with a wife and kids.]
[Having a wife is one thing, but having kids too?!?]
[Guards! Drag this unsociable, seemingly happy alcohol fan out and execute him!]
[The most devastatingly hurtful thing ever said has been uttered: A certain alcohol enthusiast said, "You don't have a girlfriend, but I do, I have a child."]
[Deer: Does nobody care about me?]
Yan Jiu had no idea that her words had stirred up such a huge wave of controversy. After she finished speaking, she looked down at the real estate agent's account on her tablet.
The real estate commentator's pupils dilated in shock.
He hesitated, unsure how Yan Jiu knew he had seven girlfriends.
Even his parents didn't know.
How did Yan Jiu know that?
Faced with Yan Jiu's sharp reminder.
He wasn't too concerned; what bothered him more was that he was about to be bombarded with messages from seven girlfriends.
As expected.
The real estate commentator's phone rang. He swallowed hard, pretending not to care, and changed the subject.
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