Chapter 72: Be followed

Yan Ran guessed the gossip event. The photo was really not human. He was a duckling just out of the mountain. Hearing that the gossip news about the stars can now make money and gain attention, he went Thanks to a master, I took photos of the celebrity's gossip on Weibo, but was caught in a flash.
Duck masters are aggressive, aren't you dumb? Haven't seen so many people only gossip online, haven't anyone gone to shoot Yan Ran? The fairy knows that Yan Ran is a demon covered by Fortune Fairy, and human beings also know that Yan Ran is Qin Qili's person. Neither party can afford it. If you do n’t inquire about it, you will shoot it, and you will die! And leak the identity of the fairy to human beings, want to cause chaos in the world, genocide?
In order to find a way for the master demon to let Qin Tongli know that he is a serious fairy, he did not mean to oppose Yan Ran. The big paparazzi in the gossip studio wrote a report and slammed the sneak shots in his peers. The celebrity privacy person, with a face mocking mental retardation, severely hit this group of puppets without discipline.
Your peers are aggressive, haven't you been like this before?
Pharaoh Studios: Fart! We are quality paparazzi and will never make malicious rumors!
So, the secretaries of the wolves let go of the paparazzi who met the wind and thought that they could still be used in the future.
Yan Ran knew that the little fairy who had shot him secretly was going to be taught how to survive in the world for half a year. She was content to change into a nice dress and was ready to go out. Today his cost is still 300,000.
As soon as Yan Ran's forefoot wanted to step out, someone behind him said faintly: "You today ..."
"Shut up for me!" Yan Ran jumped back from the door and pinched Qin Yili's mouth with one hand, knowing that he had nothing to say next.
Qin Yueli looked cold, and looked at him like this, everyone knew.
Yan Ran helplessly held Qin Yunli's face and kissed her mouth, seeing that the other party's eyes were still dissatisfied, and kissed hard again, saw a smile from the other party's eyes, and then angrily in the other party There were several bites on his face, and he even bit his teeth on his chin.
"It's not as bad as you! If I can't make money, you won't have food!" Yan Ran glared at Qin Yili fiercely when he left, starving this bad-hearted fish!
I got a cheap fish brother shut up.
Until arriving at Wang Yiming's home, Yan Ran was still angry. Wang Yiming did not settle when he was drank at home yesterday. His chin rested on the door frame. He is still green now. He grinned bitterly.
"Go! Why don't you go!" Yan Ran had already pulled Wang Yiming, and took it away with arrogance. It was so easy to save so much luck, wouldn't it be too wasteful to go?

"Hello everyone, welcome to Yan Ran's live broadcast room. The boss who is already insane is still gambling today. I think he is crazy." Wang Yiming did not show up. They all feel abnormal: This time Naruko didn't appear in front of the camera and deliberately blocked my beauty's prosperous beauty?
Yan Ran didn't need to look and knew what the barrage was saying. Looking back at a serious nonsense: "Last night Naruko didn't look good on the walk, and she slid her head on the door, her jaw crooked."
Barrage: ha ha ha ha ha ~~~~~
Wang Yiming rolled his eyes and worshipped who gave it? If you were too lazy to walk, I would knock on the door? He already has a bad hunch, Yan Ran may still not want to go home tonight!
As soon as the two entered the gambling market, they found that many people were staring at them. With each step, they felt that their eyes were hotter than before. There were curious, kind, and more malicious in these eyes. of. Both are demons, especially Yan Ran. He could have felt the good and evil of others, but now he feels clearer.
The two were no longer in trouble, and Wang Yiming's face cooled down. "What's the matter?"
Yan Ran tilted her head and thought seriously, "Probably, do you have any ideas?"
Fans in the live broadcast also noticed that the atmosphere was not right: How do I feel that there are more people today than in the previous two days?
I'm still watching you two, you two, be careful, the situation is not right!
Do you think our Yan Ran Yan value is too high?
Are you stupid upstairs!
Purely stupid!
Really stupid!
Where stupid?
...
Yan Ran raised an eyebrow and said to Wang Yiming, "Try it out."
He walked to a shop and, as usual, pretended to take a serious look. Suddenly, his eyes were bright and he went straight to the side of the stall. His gaze was always staring at a window that had not looked good. Reaching out, Yan Ran was pushed away. A middle-aged man with a moustache grabbed the stone with one hand and shouted, "Boss! I want this stone!"
Yan Ran squinted his eyes. He knew what they wanted to do.
The people in the live broadcast room also saw it: lying down! shameless!
Does that moustache know that his face has been broadcast live?
If I had such a turtle grandson, I would slap him on the wall!
It's over, aren't these people all coming to grab the stones you both like?
Yan Ran has been broadcasting live. So many people on the Internet are talking about this. It must be known to those who like gambling on stones. So many people are waiting for them.
...
Yan Ran pursed her mouth and said to the moustache with a smile: "There is nothing in this stone. I just look at it and think it looks ugly."
"What's that got to do with you?" Moustache was holding the stone in both hands, holding it tightly. He didn't want to tell Yan Randuo a nonsense, and asked the boss: "How much is this stone?"
The boss stretched out three fingers. "Three hundred thousand, the place where the window is opened is very green, and the water head is also full. It is likely that the emperor green is opened, and it will not be sold for one point."
Moustache hesitated, 300,000, but lost everything but lost his house.
Someone next to me was impatient, "Would you like it? You don't want me to!"
"I buy! Bet!" Moustache gritted his teeth fiercely and went to pay.
In such a trouble, many people were curious about what they could cut out, and they all followed the moustache. At this time, Yan Ran opened her eyes wide, and walked towards a slightly blue stone with an epidermis. She raised her hand and wanted to take it. The hand was slowed again and was snatched by a man with a slightly white corner.
Yan Ran narrowed his eyes and was not angry. "Do you want to grab my stone?"
The man laughed and said, "I watched it for a long time before you came."
Yan Ran slowly advised: "You may have nothing in this hand, it is not easy at such an old age, why bother?"
"Then you don't need to worry about your little young man." The man saw that he had some family background, and without hesitation, he asked the boss how much the money was. The boss still held out three fingers, "These are all 300,000."
The boss was happy to spend the flowers. The look of Yan Ran was the same as that of the lucky cat who had been waving his hand on the counter. Previously, these stones would be bargained at 200,000. Now he sips. The price is 300,000. The two people didn't even hesitate. This is all thanks to the little star in front of him. He hopes that the little star will come around every day. No, the picture of this little star should be placed on the table as a calendar. At the same time, both eye-catching and fortune.
Yan Ran spread his hands to the camera and looked innocent, "I have told them, in fact, I don't think the two stones can drive anything, I just looked at it, why didn't they listen?"
Fans are distressed by him and have persuaded them: You hurry and look at the piece and leave. This group of people are here to grab your stones. Who will listen to your advice?
Why are there so many shameless people everywhere?
This is human nature. This industry is too violent. If it is true that gambling is accurate, then in the second half of life, you will have nothing to worry about. What is your face?
Yan Ran, you are too kind, and persuade what to persuade, this is what they grabbed you!
It's not that I'm uncomfortable talking. I really feel that this stone has reached other people's hands, and luck may not follow it.
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Yan Ran sighed and watched Wang Yiming in a grievance. "What can you do?"
Wang Yiming's mouth twitched, and he said what else could he do? Watching those two men pitted, Yan Ran's cat paw, who can grab him? How could he still miss two times and lose to two humans?
"Otherwise, let's come back tomorrow." Wang Yiming felt that so many people are guarding today and should not get good things. There is no way that so many people are staring at you. Yan Ran is staring at every move. Everyone keeps I felt the same way as those two people.
Yan Ran was unhappy. "How can that be? I'm here."
It took him a lot of mental energy to fly here on the road, and it was expensive to take a car.
At this time, the moustache that had previously taken 300,000 to grab Yan Ran's first stone was ready to be cut. Many people had a good time with the past. Is it true that they want to see what Yan Ran sees?
Can this stone cut out the emerald?
Even the cutting master was very careful. When he lowered the knife, he looked at it again, for fear of cutting the contents, and cut a thin knife on the cuticle. In the eyes of everyone's expectations, the cutting master cut it one by one. Until I cut three knives and cut off the small piece of jade that had opened the window, the back was worth 2,000 yuan. At this time, Moustache's face was a little pale, nervous mouths were sulking, and everyone was holding their breath. It was a little sympathetic to see that moustache's eyes, it wouldn't really be nothing, 300,000!
The cutting master kindly asked the moustache, "Are you still cutting?"
Now this stone can be resold, and if it is cut again, it will be difficult to sell.
The moustache had not spoken yet, and the onlookers were shouting: "Cut it all, cut it again, and maybe you will see the baby!"
When Moustache thought, it was the same reason, and he no longer hesitated, saying fiercely: "Cut!"
The cutting master picked up the stone again, however, after the fourth knife went down, there was still nothing.
Fifth knife, still not!
With his eyes narrowed, the stone had been cut in half, and there was nothing, not even the green, and the mustache's heart was half cold. His face was pale and his body was shaking. There was only one idea in his mind, just like the madman. Maybe the next time he could come back.
The idea was like a curse, firmly rooted in his mind, constantly urging him, and also giving him a hope for a comeback, "don't stop, keep cutting!"