Chapter 6: Fortuna Winter Congee

Lines of sports cars flashed past, and the barrage kept flashing 666.
"Which local tyrant is this? Isn't it our school?"
"Local tyrant, I want to give you a monkey!"
"The Tyrant Tyrant."
The barrage in the live broadcast room expressed their envy all at once. A sports car was given out for one hundred fast soft sister coins. This Wang Ge 666 gave away sixty-six sports cars at once, which is equivalent to smashing out more than six thousand yuan!
An Moqi who was broadcasting was also stunned, and suddenly a female voice appeared next to her: "Lili, don't be stunned, you have to say thank you!"
An Moqi reacted, her pretty face was a little red, and she gently bent over to say thank you, looking very polite.
"No thanks, just a small amount of money."
A red barrage appeared at the top of the screen, and the id was Brother Wang 666!
In Doulong live broadcast, there are many privileges to charge money and give gifts. For example, the barrage is enlarged and discolored, and it can be hung on the screen for a long time, so that everyone can see clearly. For those with this privilege Humanly speaking, more than 6000 yuan is really just drizzle.
An Moqi thanked him again, with a sincere expression.
She really needs money now, otherwise she would never open a live broadcast like this anyway.
Previously, her roommate Xie Xiaoyu told her that live streaming can make money, so An Moqi wanted to try it. She didn't expect to make money so quickly, and it was more than six thousand yuan, although she could only get 100 points. It’s 60 commissions, but even this is more than a month’s salary for many people. She only broadcasted it for less than half an hour!
"Or, let me sing you a song." An Moqi thought for a while and said.
Although she was eager to use the money, to her, it was no different from suddenly falling from the sky. She always felt a little unreliable in her heart, and there was no way to reciprocate. She just wanted to sing a song to repay a little. This Wang brother is 666.
"No, can you dance?" Wang Kun sent a red barrage.
"...No." An Moqi said in silence for a while.
"It's okay, you can change your clothes, short skirts and hot pants, you are so beautiful, you will definitely look good if you shake it casually." Wang Kun continued.
"I'm sorry, Brother Wang, I really don't know how to dance." An Moqi stood up and bowed slightly, apologizing.
"..." Wang Kun issued a series of points, obviously a little speechless.
"Can't dance on live broadcast? Don't be funny."
"Brother Wang, I really don't know how to dance, or I'll return the gift money to you, I really don't know how to dance." An Moqi defended helplessly.
Wang Kun: "Understood, the money is not enough, right?"
Before An Moqi could react, a small plane flew out on the left side of the screen.
"Brother Wang 666 sent out the plane1"
"Brother Wang 666 sent out the plane10"
After a while, ten planes flew out, and the barrage exploded.
"This is too tyrant!"
"We are friends with local tyrants!"
"Do you lack a girlfriend?"
"I can be your junior! D cup."
"Thou tyrant, do you like men or not, I have no problem as a junior (seduce
...
"This guy is too rich, right? A plane is 500 yuan, which is another five thousand?"
"Just now I saw a bullet screen where a man wanted to be his junior. We don't understand the world of rich people."
"Uh, I sent that barrage."
"Damn! Pervert!"
Several people in the bedroom were laughing and talking, Zhou Dong was naturally watching the live broadcast just now, but he was doing another thing while watching the live broadcast.
Exchange Dragon Coins!
The live streaming gift uses the Dragon Coin in the Doulong app. One Dragon Coin is equal to one RMB.
"It should be almost..." Zhou Dong muttered to himself looking at the more than two hundred thousand dragon coins in his account and the level of earl.
The bank card was originally a thousand yuan, and Zhou Dong's hand was about to cramp before he exchanged for the two hundred thousand dragon coins.
"Don't order, I'm so exhausted, 200,000 should be enough." Zhou Dong smiled.
"Look at your talent, 200,000 is enough?" Miss System ridiculed mercilessly, Zhou Dong was embarrassed.
In his previous life, he started from scratch and was frugal all his life, not to mention giving gifts. He rarely watched live broadcasts, so he had no idea in this respect.
"The task of the laity system: give out 200,000 gifts within half an hour, and reward 20 cents."
The task was triggered, Zhou Dong's mouth ticked, and now it was his turn.
During the live broadcast, An Moqi frowned slightly and looked embarrassed: "Brother Wang, it's not a question of money. I really can't dance, so don't give it away."
The answer to An Moqi was a row of planes on the screen.
Ten more planes were sent out!
Wang Ge 666: "Can I dance now?"
"The anchor dance, people have given so many gifts, just to see you dance a dance?"
"Don't pretend to be arrogant if you are an anchor."
"Can't you buy so much money for a dance? What kind of anchor is such a big name?"
...
The barrage exploded, and as the gifts flew, the popularity of the live broadcast room gradually increased. Many people were attracted by the gifts and wanted to see what live broadcast could make people give so many gifts.
Haida, in the female dormitory, two girls are in front of the notebook, one looks like a fairy, in the camera, and the other is inferior, sitting next to, out of the camera.
It was An Moqi and her girlfriend and roommate Xie Xiaoyu who were broadcasting.
Xie Xiaoyu sighed when she looked at the bewildered An Moqi. She didn't let An Moqi dance. She understood her best friend's temperament. It would be unprecedented to be able to broadcast live. Wearing a short skirt, scratching her head and making poses, things like An Moqi's No matter how temperament it is.
Seeing the barrage urging her to dance, An Moqi looked anxious: "I...really can't..."
"What are you going to pretend, this anchor, is it disgusting?"
"Being a and setting up an archway."
"I guess it's selling innocence. Some local tyrants like this tune."
Bargraphs passed by, An Moqi bit her lip, she didn't know what to do.
"Winter Congee Gives Out Super Rocket1"
Suddenly, a golden rocket appeared on the left side of the screen in the live broadcast room and flew into the sky, looking gorgeous.
Zhou Dong's bedroom.
"Damn, another big boss."
"Two thousand yuan, he...I rely on rely on rely on—"
Before the words were spoken, another golden rocket flew out on the screen, and the golden rockets continued to rise, and the id's beside them were all the same.
Winter porridge!