A 00-year-old man meets online love in person. I am really a post-XNUMXs

Chapter 36: Start the show? Ten million per word?

"Okay, old sir, I'll go right away!" Su Tianchao immediately dropped his chopsticks and ran over.

Seeing Su Tianchao's back, Su Qingluan muttered, "I feel like my dad has become 20 years younger recently. He seems to have endless energy! He's busy all day long!"

Yun Feifei looked at Su Qingluan with a smile, "There's no one here now, hurry up and call me aunt, I'll take you to the Du family tonight!"

"Why don't you call me great-grandma? Who knows, I might really become one someday?" Su Qingluan became unconvinced.

"That's great! Then you can call me aunt and I'll call you great-grandmother, and we can talk about our own things!" Yun Feifei laughed.

"Hahaha, you're really going to make me laugh to death. If that's the case, then isn't our generation a little too messy?" Su Qingluan rolled her eyes.

"Hmph, are you going to scream or not? Otherwise, tell the ancestors that I won't take you there." Yun Feifei snorted.

"Okay, okay, aunt!" Su Qingluan immediately called out coquettishly.

Yun Feifei laughed, "Good niece, I'll take you there tonight!"

After Su Tianchao ran to the villa hall, he first poured a cup of tea for Yun Mo who was sitting on the sofa, and then said, "Old man, are you going to write?"

Yun Mo did not answer, but continued to order, "Go upstairs and bring down my pen, ink, paper and inkstone!"

"Okay!" Su Tianchao nodded respectfully.

Su Qingluan and Yun Feifei also finished their breakfast at this time. They left the kitchen table and walked towards the main hall. Yun Feifei said, "We have to go to the Du family for dinner in the afternoon. It is definitely impossible to broadcast live during prime time in the afternoon and evening. Let's make up for it while we have time now!"

"Then you broadcast first, I will go buy some gifts. Your gifts have been prepared by our ancestors, but no one has prepared a gift for me!" Su Qingluan said with a pout.

Although Su Qingluan knew that no matter what she gave, the Du family might not like it.

But just because others don’t like it doesn’t mean you can go to them empty-handed, right?
"Just buy something and come back early!" Yun Feifei said.

"Yeah!" Su Qingluan nodded.

Then Yun Feifei came to the computer in the living room and started today's live broadcast.

As soon as the screen was opened, netizens who were following Yun Feifei's live broadcast room swarmed in in an instant.

The visible surge in the number of online users startled Yun Feifei.

"Brother Zhao, Brother Zhao, the show has started, Yun Feifei has started!" In the Tomson Yipin Villa in Shanghai, a rich second-generation man next to Zhao Xiaoguang shouted.

Not long after, Zhao Xiaoguang, who was still sleepy, opened his phone without any sleepiness after hearing the news.

Yun Feifei's beautiful face appeared in front of him again.

"Oh my god, anchor, is it because I can't lift my 40-meter sword anymore, or are you just drifting? Yesterday you said you would stop the broadcast, and you're going to stop broadcasting? But today, you can broadcast whenever you want? Right? You're starting early in the morning, so where are you going to play tonight?"

"I feel like the anchor came out to repent early in the morning. I tell you, it's useless. Who told you to abandon us yesterday?"

"Hurry up and let the old man come out. I won't say anything else!"

"To use a phrase from the skit, after watching "Confinement 1", I want to watch "Confinement 2". It's so uncomfortable to hold it back! Hurry up and call the old man out!"

"Baiyun, there's no toilet paper in the village toilet!"

"Where's the old man? Hurry up and do the work for me. There will be a reward!"

Yun Feifei said apologetically to the camera, "I'm sorry about yesterday. Our grandfather wanted to go shopping, so we took him to the opera house. It would be boring for an old man to stay at home all the time!"

At this point, Yun Feifei teased the many wealthy people in the live broadcast room, "By the way, where are those people who followed us yesterday? Why did they run away when they saw the ancestor?"

Are Du Pan’s bodyguards vegetarians?
Don’t you even know how many younger generations are following you?

I just don't want to pay attention to it.

"Fuck, were we discovered yesterday?" Zhao Xiaoguang said puzzledly while looking at the live broadcast room.

"What do you think? Do you think the security system around Mr. Du is just for show?" said another rich second-generation.

Yun Feifei continued to tease netizens, "Do you know? This is the first time I've been to a theater in my life. It turns out that opera is sung like this?"

Zhao Xiaoguang looked at the live broadcast room and exchanged glances with his friends.

Yes. It was also the first time for them to see such a play in their lives.

It turns out that this opera is performed while kneeling?

And he’s Mr. Du from the Magic City?
Tap, tap, there was a sound of leather shoes behind Yun Feifei. It was Su Tianchao who came down from the second floor with pen, ink, paper and inkstone.

"Isn't this the filial son from yesterday?"

"Hahaha, yes, the legendary President Su, a character who was praised to the skies by passers-by at the beginning, and then the situation turned around."

"That's awesome! Looking at Mr. Su's appearance, is he here to do odd jobs at the villa?"

In the live broadcast room, it was indeed Su Tianchao holding a brush in one hand and rice paper in the other.

He was holding the inkstone in his arms.

This is the typical situation of a handyman.

But there was no displeasure at all on Su Tianchao's face, instead he looked very happy.

"Grandpa, should we put it on this table?" Su Tianchao looked at Yun Mo.

"Put it down!" Yun Mo nodded.

Immediately afterwards, Yun Mo stood up and walked towards the long table.

This table is right within the field of view of the live broadcast room.

"Fuck, here he comes, the old man shows up!"

"He's coming, he's coming!"

"Anchor, you can go now!"

"Hahaha, that's true!"

Yun Feifei looked at the barrage, turned around curiously, and asked, "Grandfather, are you going to write or paint?"

Yun Mo said, "When you have nothing to do, just play around and cultivate your sentiments!"

"Are you here? Are you here?"

"It's said that a single word costs tens of thousands of dollars? Let me take a look and see if it's really worth tens of thousands of dollars."

"I don't know if it's worth tens of thousands of dollars, but judging from the quality of this paper, it should be good for wiping your butt!"

"Hahaha, so funny!"

“It’s just bragging, but I really like to hear it!”

"When you have nothing to do, cultivate your sentiments?"

"I have nothing to do, so I want to earn tens of thousands of dollars for fun?"

"I have a picture in my mind, the picture of Zhu Zhishan's chicken eating rice in Stephen Chow's "Flirting Scholar"!"

"That's the divine bird Phoenix, okay?"

"Hahaha!"

"Fuck, are we finally going to perform a calligraphy show with a few words worth tens of millions?"

Seeing everyone's teasing, Yun Feifei also became helpless and said coquettishly, "You guys, please stop talking about this. The ancestor was just bragging casually. Is it really okay for you to make a fuss like this?"

The main reason is that Yun Feifei is worried that these people have too high expectations and will be too disappointed. Although it will be a good show, she is also worried that the ancestor will fail.

But Yun Feifei was wrong.

These people didn't have high expectations at all, they just went there to have fun from the beginning, okay?

(End of this chapter)