The Full-scale Boss Has Become the Top Streamer In the Entertainment Industry

A few minutes later, the SUV stopped at the gate of Orange Heart Park.

Lu Xun parked the car, unbuckled her seat belt, and turned around to wake the sleeping Yan Zhixu.

Who knows, her closed eyes suddenly opened.

There was a coldness in his eyes, without a trace of confusion, as if he had just woken up.

"Brother Lu has worked hard." Yan Zhixu put his jacket on the car and opened the door.

She clutched the black earphones in her hands and played with the earphones casually.

Lu Xun sat in the driver's seat, and it took a long time for him to react. He raised his orchid fingers, "Ah...Axu didn't fall asleep?"

Thinking of her eyes that were as cold as ice and rebellious just now, he rubbed the goose bumps on his arms.

I always feel that Axu has changed a lot. Could it be that he was stimulated? Would you like to see a doctor?

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Back to the residence.

Yan Zhixu held the laptop on his lap and saw the clarification from Qingyun Police Station, his eyes turned up, wanton and unruly.

After browsing the black fans' speeches in the comment area, she switched accounts, and randomly selected a few people who spoke fiercely and rhythmically.

Implant the virus in the emoji, and send it to them by stamping a private message.

Clicking on the emoji pack, the virus invaded, and the firewalls of several guys' mobile phones were attacked, and the army collapsed in just a few seconds.

From their WeChat, I found a navy group of more than 300 people.

"Tsk." Yan Zhixu held his cheek with one hand, shook his leg, and clicked on the group document.

The latest announcement in the document was released by the group owner: Weibo Heiyan Zhixu, a comment Sanmao, the more you post, the more money you make. After completing the task screenshot, private message me to get the money.

She intercepted the group number and announcements of the group, and logged in to the Weibo account to post.

Yan Zhixu V: [A good way to get rich. screenshot.jpg]

After posting Weibo, find out the traces of the virus, calmly turn off the computer and go to sleep.

It's almost early morning, but there are still many night owls who stay up late on the Internet.

People who follow Yan Zhixu saw this Weibo and added it to the WeChat group with a skeptical attitude. Who knows that it actually passed.

I tried to send a few screenshots of comments scolding Yan Zhixu to the group owner, and the next second I received a red envelope from the other party.

[I wipe, brothers, this group is really real! Hurry up, let's get rich together. 】

[Fuck, three cents for one, three dollars for ten, I can scold hundreds of them without any tricks. Rub hands.jpg]

[Tsk, Yan bitch. For the sake of making us rich, we will share half of the money we make. 】

[Cough, cough, this is really a late night welfare. Fortunately, I didn't sleep, or would I have missed the opportunity to make a fortune? 】

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Netizens were full of enthusiasm, picked up the keyboard and sprayed Yan Zhixu.

After earning money, they prudently gave half of the reward to Yan Zhixu.

The total amount soared from a few yuan to several thousand, and then soared to tens of thousands at dawn.

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a studio.

The man sitting in front of the computer screen saw that there were more and more people in the group, and he felt a little uncomfortable.

After eating the takeout and smoking a cigarette, I logged into Weibo with an extremely slow response time.

Seeing the group information exposed by Yan Zhixu, he stood up abruptly, the burning cigarette burning his fingers.

"Fuck him. I just said why it's getting more and more wrong!"

Thinking of the tens of thousands of RMB lost tonight, his eyes were scarlet with anger, and he raised his foot and kicked the stool angrily.

He hurriedly disbanded the group and took out his mobile phone to contact the gold owner who bought the navy army.

[Look for another one for this matter, sir, I won't take it anymore! 】

His grandmother's legs.

I didn't make much money, but the old nest was exposed, and it was simply worth the loss.

"How come it was exposed? Which heartless brush did it?"

I don't understand.

The man crouched down, crushed the unfinished cigarette under his feet, and held his head in distress in his hands.