Lin Wannian listened to the system's analysis and touched his chin: "That's not right. Didn't you say that the heroine is now a senior executive of an investment bank? Sang Zhaoguang is only 21 years old, and the heroine is also 21 years old. Isn't the difference between the two too big?"
"As twins, one of them must have a lower IQ and the other one has a higher IQ. After the kidnapping, the heroine still relied on her intelligence to find her family, and then was sent to Country M by her parents. She studied there, graduated with a master's degree at the age of 20 and returned to China. She worked as a manager in her uncle's investment bank. In her spare time, she did live broadcasts and communicated with the male protagonist, who is a great player in the gaming community. They collaborated on several short web dramas of five or six episodes. The two of them were attracted to each other. She has a huge number of fans, and sometimes she even sells goods live."
In his later years, Lin was heartbroken and cried with his hands on his chest: "People's sadness is different. She graduated with a master's degree at the age of 20. She returned to China and worked directly as a manager in an investment bank. She also kept up with the times and sold goods live. In contrast, I only graduated from a junior college at the age of 21. Damn, the gap between people is really big."
077 said earnestly, "Alas, people have different talents and IQs. Boy, work hard so that your juniors will have more learning resources."
In his later years, Lin asked: "But IQ is hereditary. If I have a low IQ, can my children go to Peking University or Tsinghua University?"
077 was silent for a while, looked at Lin Wannian a few times, and told the truth: "Probably not."
"Then I'd better not have a baby." Lin Wannian suppressed his smile and checked the Douyin live broadcast data.
The data obtained from the three-hour live broadcast today is very good, with a total of more than 200,000 views, an increase of 50,000 fans, and more than 5,000 yuan in rewards after deducting the platform fee.
Earn 5,000 a day, 150,000 a month, and 1.8 million a year.
Profit-making industry!
Lin Wannian withdrew the money to his bank card. Looking at the money on it, he looked up at the system: "Da Huang, can the money I earn in this world be exchanged for my system wallet?"
What I got was a cold rejection from the system: “No.”
"oh."
After such a long live broadcast, I feel a little hungry.
Lin Wannian walked out, and the lights in the living room were off. He touched the switch and the living room lit up.
I walked to the kitchen and subconsciously opened the refrigerator. After looking for it, I couldn't find it. Now the rental house was still empty.
Lin Wannian picked up his cell phone to check the time. It was past ten o'clock in the evening, so there should be food outside at this time.
He walked to the shoe rack, changed his shoes and went out.
'Click'
"What do you want to do in your later years?"
Sang Zhaoguang walked out of the house, holding the hearing aid in his hand and putting it in his ears, while asking.
"Let's go out for something to eat, do you want to join us?" Lin Wannian asked casually.
"good."
As expected, Sang Zhaoguang agreed.
Lin Wannian smiled on the surface, but he was actually thinking MMP. In fact, he didn't really want to ask Sang Zhaoguang to go out, but he couldn't ignore him, after all, he still had to cooperate with him to start a business. What's more, what if Sang Zhaoguang poisoned him to death! He cherished his life very much!
They changed their shoes and went out.
While riding in the elevator, the two were silent.
Until he came out, Sang Zhaoguang finally couldn't help but said, "Wan Nian, were you broadcasting live just now?"
Lin Late slowed down his pace and turned to look at him: "Yes, what's wrong?"
"You are cute." Sang Zhaoguang lived in the next room. After he quieted down, he could hear the voices in the room next to Lin Wannian. He knew what was being said and guessed that it was a live broadcast. He followed Lin Wannian's words to find the account and watched the series of actions that Lin Wannian pretended to perform in the live broadcast room.
Seeing Lin Wannian smiling and greeting those who gave him tips, at that moment, he wanted to give him tips as well, but his balance was insufficient, and he came to his senses instantly.
"Oh. Have you made a shopping list for tomorrow?" Lin Wainian changed the subject and didn't want to talk about this.
Sang Zhaoguang: "Well, I have listed them all. I will show them to you when I get back. You can fill in any additional information you want."
"Oh. You should register accounts on all the popular short video platforms." Lin Wannian reminded.
"Okay. Are there any requirements for the name?"
Lin Wannian thought about the names of those cooking videos: "You can come up with a name and add "cooking" at the end. The ID should be obvious and related to cooking."
"Okay. What shall we eat now?" Sang Zhaoguang took note secretly, looked up at his surroundings, and finally his gaze stopped on the young man in front of him.
"Let's have some seafood porridge!" Lin Wannian saw the porridge shop hanging not far away and quickened his pace to walk over.
I have a little money in my wallet, so I treat myself.
There are tables inside the porridge shop at night, and there are also plastic tables outside.
Lin Wannian walked to the front desk and picked up the menu.
Sang Zhaoguang followed him up. His eyes widened when he saw the price list on the menu. A bowl of shrimp porridge for 30 yuan? A bowl of scallop and lean meat porridge for 25 yuan? A bowl of ordinary white porridge without dried radish for 4 yuan?
He was shocked inwardly. It would be better for him to do it himself, at least it would be cheaper than buying it from outside.
"Give me a bowl of shrimp porridge. Hmm, Sang Zhaoguang, what do you want to eat?" Lin Wannian told the waiter what he wanted to eat, then looked at Sang Zhaoguang beside him and asked.
Sang Zhaoguang came back to his senses: "Plain porridge is fine."
When the waiter heard this, his expression changed slightly.
Sang Zhaoguang took a quick glance and clearly saw the contempt on the other person's face.
He shrugged his shoulders, clenched his fingers slightly, and looked listless.
Lin Wannian also noticed it. He put down the menu, took Sang Zhaoguang's hand, and walked to another restaurant: "Forget it, we don't want to eat at this restaurant anymore. Let's go."
The path was quiet, with only cars on the road passing by.
After Lin Wannian took Sang Zhaoguang away from the restaurant, he picked up his phone, opened the map and searched for midnight snacks nearby.
Sang Zhaoguang stood aside, pursing his lips, but finally couldn't help but speak: "Actually, you don't have to accommodate me."
"The porridge in that shop is too damn expensive. I don't want to waste my money." Lin Wannian raised his head and glanced at Sang Zhaoguang, explaining awkwardly.
"Yeah." Even so, Sang Zhaoguang felt warm in his heart, and his eyes were shining when he looked at Lin Lung.
Finally, the two of them bought a bowl of fried noodles for ten yuan at a roadside stall for a midnight snack.
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