Please stay away from me, protagonist

Chapter 185: The Foolish and Rich Second Generation (2)

Before she finished speaking, the hollow eyes of the image, which she had not noticed, lit up, as if a soul had been injected into them.

"Host, don't feel sorry. I have recorded the video. But how can I make money from it?"

"How else can I make money? Either I send the video to him and ask him to pay me hush money, or I post it on a forum and let others pay to read it.

Either sell it to someone who worships Him or to His enemies, and receive a certain fee from Him."

"Wow, I didn't know it could be done this way. I've learned something. Thank you, host."

"You're welcome. These are just a few methods I thought of. If you want more, I can tell you after I think about it carefully.

Wait, that's not right, aren't you a video? How can you talk to me in real time?"

"Host, you finally reacted. I'm back, host, did you miss me?"

"You still have the nerve to ask me if I miss you, you don't know what I've been through.

In this world, I have suffered hardships that I could never have imagined before. I really did not expect that one day I would almost starve to death.

The feeling of hunger is really unpleasant.

Forget it, I won’t say any more. The more I talk, the more tired I feel.

How did you get here? Why did this world become a doomsday world? Didn't we say it was a vacation world? And what useful props did you prepare for me?

Not to mention this empty house, of course I don't have to worry about my survival conditions, but there are zombies outside, what do you want me to do? I definitely can't outrun the zombies.

With my small arms and legs, it is of course impossible.

Well, even if I burst out my potential and outrun one zombie between life and death, there are still a lot of them waiting for me.

So, I can only rely on you.

"Kengkeng, please don't let me down."

Hearing this, Kengkeng said confidently: "Don't worry, host. I know what you want. Don't worry, I will definitely help you."

Hearing this, Tang Feng finally felt a little relieved.

"I feel relieved when you say that. Where are the props? Let me see."

"Host, let me say this first. I'm sorry."

"What's wrong with you? Are you kidding me about the so-called props?"

"That's not it."

"That's fine, as long as the props are real. Everything else doesn't matter. So what do you want to apologize for?"

“Host, I don’t know what kind of props you can possess.

Because the props are drawn. Whatever you draw is what you get.

Actually, I didn't originally need it, but I was so proud of the blind box I drew for you last time that I posted it on the forum.

The headquarters can now see this and think this method is great, so they just use it directly, so now everything is in the form of blind boxes.

Drawing a blind box depends entirely on luck.

Naturally there are good and bad ones.

Those who were extremely lucky became rich overnight.

As for those who had no choice, some went bankrupt directly, and some lost most of their assets.

Naturally they were not convinced and wanted to take it back, but that was their own wish and the headquarters did not force them.

Now that they have reached the headquarters, they naturally don't want to take them out and return them.

Those old bitches can still make trouble even if they are wrong, let alone they are right.

Therefore, they can only blame themselves for their bad luck.

After all, they still have to work at the headquarters.

There is no way to break this iron wall.

Since they couldn't find a way out, they picked on me, a weakling.

With their abilities, they could naturally find out that it was because I posted the forum that blind box draws became popular. They blamed me for all the losses caused by their blind box draws.

Therefore, they posted articles on the forum to criticize me, and built dozens of floors full of insults to me. Not only that, some people even said they would come to find me offline.

I have no choice but to come back first, but I have brought back the things you asked for, but you may not be able to use them in this world.

Because I've already used it on you once.

So, host, you can only draw the blind box, and this is why I have to apologize to you.

But maybe you won’t have to next time. I’ve already gone to the headquarters to agree to a meeting.

The specific opinion from the headquarters has not yet been issued, but I asked my friends there, and they said that they might consider canceling the blind box draw because the matter is now such a hot topic.

The headquarters was also having a headache. They didn't expect that just changing the method would cause such a big controversy.

Where there are opponents, there are also those who agree. Those task-makers who are extremely lucky naturally do not want the blind box props to be cancelled.

Because the items they draw may require them to go through forty or fifty mission worlds to obtain.

Since they can get rich overnight, they naturally don't want this channel to be cancelled.

But I think it will be cancelled in the end. After all, there are always more non-Europeans than Europeans. In terms of numbers, the majority will definitely support the cancellation.”

"Okay, I get it. Where's the blind box? Hurry up and bring it up. I can't wait.

I was so unlucky last time, I should be able to get a good item this time, right? Where is the European and African Conservation? "

"all fake!"

Before she finished speaking, a dozen blind boxes appeared in front of her. She picked up the one closest to her and opened it impatiently. There was only a coin inside.

It is still a one-yuan note, a paper bill, not a coin.

The smile on her face froze, and she felt an unknown anger in her heart, which she wanted to vent but had nowhere to vent.

In the end, she could only hit her head in frustration and then put her hands down.

What should she do next?

This is a rhythm that makes her wait for death.

Naturally, she didn't want to give up. She really wanted a useful prop that could help her survive in this world.

So, be thick-skinned.

He carefully held the one-yuan coin in the blind box in his hand, and nervously pinched the corner of his clothes with the other hand.

"Hang Hang, can I draw again or change the props?"

"I'm sorry, host, this is not allowed. Although I want to cheat for you, there are people watching at the headquarters, so I can't help you."

Of course, this was a bolt from the blue for her, and it extinguished her last bit of hope.

The whole person looks like a frost-bitten eggplant, completely lifeless.

Looking at the host in front of him, Kenkeng naturally knew that this wouldn't work, and he had to find a way to help her cheer up.

"Host, are you okay?"

"It's okay, I'm just shutting myself in. It will be fine after a while, I just want to be alone now.

Don't ask who Jingjing is, I don't want to explain. "

"Host, don't be sad. In fact, this prop is not good. You haven't seen it yet, how do you know it is not useful?

Maybe it will bring you a surprise, so just take a look, it won’t take much time anyway.

It's better than being depressed and downcast like you are now."

Before he finished speaking, he flew over and put the one-yuan bill that she had just thrown on the ground into her hand.

As if she was really inspired by what it said, she raised her head suddenly and clenched the banknotes in her hand.

The other hand was also clenched into a fist, and the whole person looked as if he had been injected with chicken blood.

"What you said makes sense. I can't give up now. Giving up means I really lose. How can I go home with dignity then?

"Hang Hang, where is my one-yuan note? How come it is gone? I just remembered that I threw it here. How come it is gone?"