Peerless prodigal system

Time was running out, so Wu Liang chose to get up and fight again.

He would rather die of exhaustion than be struck to death by lightning.

So far, there are only two hours left before the end of the task!

Wu Liang was anxious like an ant on a hot pot, and kept clicking on the live broadcast room with both hands, changing one after another, but the system prompted that none of them were the heartbeat anchors he was looking for.

How can this be done?

Ordinary people simply cannot understand this sense of urgency and this sense of powerlessness when they have money and cannot spend it.

"Is it so hard to spend money these days? Is there no anchor who can arouse my desire to spend? I really want to spend money and prodigal! I beg God to give me a chance!"

Wu Liang inadvertently posted such a barrage in a highly popular live broadcast room, which happened to be the live broadcast room of "Chen Xiaomei" who likes to dress openly.

It was an unintentional move, purely to complain, after all, the barrage is used to complain, and he didn't mean to abuse at all.

However, just because of this sentence, thousands of keyboard warriors were ridiculed, and they crazily followed the rhythm in the live broadcast room.

"A first-class trumpet dares to speak up?"

"Shark TV is getting more and more rubbish, even a first-class trumpet dares to play tricks!"

"Level [-] trolls are using their presence here, get out of Shark TV!"

"Wouldn't it be nice to sit quietly at home and eat instant noodles? Why don't you come to my little sister's live broadcast room to play the rhythm?"

"Get out! Get out of the live broadcast room!"

Facing the screen full of insults and taunts and the crazy rhythm, Wu Liang thought to himself: Huaxia's Internet trolls are indeed a group of creatures with stronger fighting power than urban management, and I admire them.

So, he responded again: "Why doesn't anyone believe me when I tell the truth?"

To be honest, what he said did not mean to be pretentious. No matter whether others thought he was pretentious or not, he was telling the truth from the bottom of his heart.

He really has 50 yuan and nowhere to spend it. It is too difficult to find a heart-beating anchor, and it is too difficult for him to lose money!

However, in the eyes of Internet trolls, is the truth necessarily logical?

nonexistent!

Sure enough, as soon as Wu Liang posted this barrage, it attracted another wave of anger.

Maybe it's because Wu Liang's account name is too annoying. After all, he named it "It's okay to watch the live broadcast for free", which made his anger even bigger.

"A first-class small dog who watches the live broadcast for free, hurry home and do your homework!"

"Guild son, when will you pay back the money you owe me? Don't pretend, pay it back quickly!"

"Li Yang, I know it's you, the foreman told you to move the bricks."

Speechless, even the made-up names popped up, Wu Liang could only feel that the fighting power of these trolls is too strong, it's all a fucking routine.

However, he wasn't too emotional. If he had to be as knowledgeable as an internet troll, then he would be too cheap.

That's all, the key is to complete the task, and the most urgent task now is to find the heart-beating anchor.

This popular anchor named "Chen Xiaomei" has also seen it before, and the heartbeat index is only two stars, so she is definitely not the target of the mission.

As for the trolls in the live broadcast room, he didn't bother to gossip about them any more. The little trolls were all small and couldn't get on the stage, so it was meaningless to gossip about it.

However, just as Wu Liang was about to exit the studio, he found ten rockets flying by.

In Wu Liang's view, ten rockets are not unusual, what is unusual is the account name.

In order to hate Wu Liang, a local tyrant changed his original name to "First-class small dog, come and kneel and lick".

In an instant, the live broadcast room exploded!
Some small trolls hurriedly knelt and licked the local tyrant, echoed a certain local tycoon and continued to spray Wu Liang.

"Damn, the avatar looks like a local tycoon of the galaxy, how rich is it!"

"Damn it, let's do human flesh together and find out that first-class small dog."

"Garbage poor dog, your local rich grandpa is shooting rockets, and you are so fucking good at it too!"

"That first-class dog, come out and get sprayed!"

"If you don't have money, don't play live broadcasts, pretend to be your mother and sell it!"

Cyber ​​violence is really too serious, not to mention personal attacks, even moral kidnapping has come out.

Who stipulates that you can’t watch live broadcasts for free, and you have to spend money to watch TV at home?
Wu Liang thinks that although money is a thing outside of the body, if you don't arouse Laozi's consumption desire, why should Laozi give you gifts.

Being scolded by the trolls and being greeted by the trolls made Wu Liang very upset!

Soon, the local tyrant fired another ten rockets, and this time the female anchor couldn't calm down anymore.

Originally, she was worried that there would be public opinion attacks, so she pretended not to know, ignored the quarrel in the live broadcast room, and controlled the rhythm of the live broadcast room by herself.

But now that local tyrant has bought ten more rockets, which made her go all out.

"Thank you Brother Xinghe, you can add me on private WeChat."

"Brother Xinghe, don't pay attention to that first-class dog, just a pauper who eats instant noodles."

"My true fans, please remember the ID of this first-class dog, and spray it once every time you see me. I love you guys."

Saying that, the female anchor brought her mouth closer and kissed the screen.

This time, the little dicks in the live broadcast room were very excited, and they probably had sweet dreams tonight.

And when the local tyrant was happy, he sent another ten rockets.

A total of [-] rockets have been fired, and the local tyrants have already spent [-].

This made the little dicks in the live broadcast room even more shocked and excited.

"What an honor! It's worth my three months' salary!"

"Envy! Jealousy! Hate! So much money, I'm dying of hunger!"

"Boss Xinghe is big, Boss Xinghe is big!"

At this time, the female anchor was even more excited.

"Brother Xinghe, you must remember to add me on WeChat." The female anchor said.

As soon as these words came out, the little diaosi were envious again, only hated that they were not local tyrants.

This female anchor named "Chen Xiaomei" tasted the sweetness. She found that the more she sprayed Wu Liang to please the local tyrants, the more the local tyrants would give her rockets.

Next, she flattered the local tyrants again, mocked Wu Liang, and the rhythm of the live broadcast room was lifted.

This female anchor started the mode of crazily pleasing local tyrants, acting coquettishly and cutely.

There was a sneer in Wu Liang's heart, and then he sent a barrage.

"Is thirty rockets a lot? Excuse me, how many rockets can I get for 50? I'm not very good at math, please help me do the calculations."