The sand sculpture attacked him and bound the male virtue system

Meng Zhou put down his phone, opened his cuffs gracefully, and said to the short-haired clerk with a standard smile, "Call your manager, and I'll evaluate the market value of this store for him."

The short-haired clerk was still shocked by the 2000 million transfer, and asked stammeringly, "What are you doing?"

Meng Zhou said kindly: "Of course it's to see if I can buy ten of your shabby shops with a message."

The short-haired clerk was about to cry for his previous words and deeds.

In the end, he didn't buy it, and the matter ended with the short-haired clerk sincerely apologizing to Meng Zhou.Meng Zhou checked out and packed the selected clothes and left. He was in a hurry to find Qi Yinian, his points were refreshed, and he had no time to waste here.

Meng Zhou called Qi Yinian, but no one answered.After thinking about it, he called his father's assistant and asked him to check Qi Yinian's recent film appointments and schedule.

There are more than one entertainment company under the Meng Corporation, and they have a very important position in the circle. Although Qi Yinian is not directly under their company's name, it is still very easy to check the other party's itinerary by virtue of his strong contacts in the circle.

The assistant soon sent a message, Meng Zhou took a taxi to Qi Yinian's studio, sat in the car, Meng Zhou was bored to read the information about Qi Yinian sent by the assistant, hissed, Qi Yinian This year's film schedule is a bit shabby.

Meng Zhou tapped his fingers, thinking about the possibility of exchanging film appointments for points. A movie asked him to kiss, and a variety show asked him to say "I love you". In the end, when the driver stopped to let him get off the car, he was still unsatisfied.

After all, you can only think about it in your head.Meng Zhou put on a handsome face. With Qi Yinian's temperament, if he dared to speak out his thoughts, he would be beaten to death.

Meng Zhou clenched his fists tightly. If he wanted to get points from Qi Yinian successfully, it seemed that he had to outsmart him.

In the studio, the agent Lan Luo called Qi Yinian, saying that the staff was ready, let him get in place quickly.

Qi Yinian responded, muted the phone and threw it into his backpack.Just now when he transferred the money, he found that the amount in his account was wrong. After checking the recent fund flow, he found that the extra money came from Meng Zhou's account, and the sources included savings from CCB, Bank of Communications, Agricultural Bank of China, China Merchants Bank, etc. Cards, there are and not only these, the total amount is as high as 2000 million.

Qi Yinian's face was blank, dowry transfer?Before he could ask Meng Zhou about the cause and effect, his agent urged him to hurry up and get ready to shoot, and he directly transferred all the money back—no matter what the reason was, he didn't want to have any involvement with Meng Zhou outside the marriage agreement.

The task of shooting the cover of a magazine is not easy. It is necessary to cooperate with the photographer to find the angle and composition. Only one of hundreds of photos can be selected for the cover.The photographer invited this time is a well-known French master, who has strict requirements on his works. Qi Yinian devotes himself to his work and has no time to continue thinking about Mengzhou.

The shooting in the morning went very smoothly. The cooperation between Qi Yinian and the French photographer was very pleasant, and the cooperation between each other could give the feeling that the other party wanted.During the break, the photographer took Qi Yinian to watch the film together, and communicated his thoughts with him with a cheerful expression.

"Oh, Qi, your demeanor during this action is really touching, I'm glad I captured this moment..."

Qi Yinian turned his head to talk with the photographer, asking some questions from time to time. When the two were discussing the light and shadow of a picture, a furtive voice suddenly came from behind: "Jet'aime."

Qi Yinian recognized the owner of the voice, he paused, and the French photographer beside him also stopped and turned to look.

The next moment, Qi Yinian felt a paw slapped from behind him, "Hey, brother, have you eaten yet?" The rough tone and familiar attitude made Qi Yinian's previous sentence covered in an instant, and his mind was full of thoughts. It's a brother, and I feel that I must have been sworn brothers with the other party Taoyuan before, worshiped Guan Gong, and fell the wine bowl.

Qi Yinian turned his head, "Meng Zhou, what the hell are you doing?"

Meng Zhou: "Huh?" Meng Zhou raised the takeaway in his right hand, "Damn it, did I feed the dog with conscience, there will be no next time, I hate that this package of takeaway can't be refunded."

The French photographer next to him saw the two of them stop talking, and finally had the opportunity to ask: "Qi, is this your husband?" He smiled and looked at Meng Zhou, "I thought you Chinese were reserved, but I didn't expect It will be so romantic, that is..." the photographer frowned, "I have never seen your type of getting along with each other," the photographer racked his brains to express himself in Chinese, "One second was still a dream of Red Mansions, the next One second is Water Margin."

The corners of the French photographer’s mouth curled up wonderfully for his metaphor, and he felt that he had almost integrated into the profound and profound Chinese culture. Doubting his level of rhetoric, he turned around and asked his assistant if he used the wrong classic.

On the one hand, Meng Zhou smiled and said to Qi Yinian with a sullen expression that nothing had happened: "Haha, what about A Dream of the Red Chamber and Water Margin, the bull's head is wrong, and it's quite funny for foreigners to talk about classics."

Qi Yinian looked up at him, "This photographer is from France."

Meng Zhou laughed, "If he's French, I don't care about his nationality. It's fine if you're from China."

Qi Yinian crossed his arms, leaned back on the work table, and looked up at Meng Zhou, "Meng Zhou, do you think French is a minority language that the average Chinese can't understand?"

Meng Zhou swallowed, finished, exposed.

"Tell me," Qi Yinian looked up at him, "What do you mean by that sentence just now?"

Meng Zhou: "?" It seems that there is still a glimmer of hope.

Meng Zhou looked at Qi Yinian firmly, and said with certainty, "It means brother in French." After saying this, Meng Zhou stared closely at Qi Yinian's eyes—I bet there is no such thing in your language system. Load the French pack!

Qi Yinian lowered his eyes, his pupils were covered by his slender and thick eyelashes, making it impossible to guess what he was thinking at the moment.

After a while, Qi Yinian nodded, as if he accepted the statement.He greeted the photographer and walked to the venue to continue shooting.

Meng Zhou looked at Qi Yinian who was leaving, and he was very happy, hey, he is alive.Also earned points: +2

Unexpectedly, Qi Yinian really doesn't know French. Meng Zhou looked at Qi Yinian filmed in the field, and suddenly felt that his image was a bit taller. The foundation of ability determines the superstructure. IQ crushing advantage.

I know French and you don't, Jet'aime, eh, just kidding.

Meng Zhou watched the shooting for a while, then diverted his attention, picked up the takeaway meal on the table, and checked with the system again, Qi Yinian can also earn points for eating takeaway food, right?

"Yes, the rules we formulate tasks and reward points are to dedicate to my wife. As long as the host spends energy on this matter and is accepted, you can get points, but the points you get from delivering food are not as good as those you get from cooking. That's all."

Meng Zhou waved his hand, not caring, "It's impossible to cook, the most you can do is send a takeaway to earn some extra money."

The system hates iron but not steel, and hates mud that can't support the wall. "The host's self-motivation is seriously insufficient. Although you will be punished if you don't meet the weekly points, we don't set up tasks to provide you with the opportunity to speak under the national flag!"

"I've worked very hard, okay!" Meng Zhou was incompetent and furious, "The teacher made the questions too difficult by himself, and blamed the students for not getting [-] points in the exam."

Meng Zhou was in line with the system in his brain, and the shooting on the set was also in full swing.Qi Yinian fully demonstrated the superiority of an actor in terms of expressiveness and appearance, and the film came out very quickly.

Soon, the last stage of filming was over. Meng Zhou held the lunch in the insulated box and presented it to Qi Yinian like a treasure, "Eat it!"

Qi Yinian glanced at him, didn't ask any questions, took it and sat down quietly to eat, took pictures all morning, exhausted a lot of energy, he was really hungry.

Meng Zhou listened to the wonderful sound of points being credited in his head, and the smile on his face could not help but widen. Qi Yinian, who was eating quietly, saw this smile, and silently picked up his lunch box and wanted to go to the other side to eat.

Meng Zhou: "..." Why do you dislike him so much!

"Qi Yinian!" Lan Luo's roar resounded through the studio, and Qi Yinian couldn't help being yelled for a second, and then saw Lan Luo walking over in a hurry, stepping on black high heels, "I told you last time that I want you Posting selfies on Weibo, are you being ignored, huh?"

Qi Yinian opened his mouth, Lan Luo stared at him, Qi Yinian gave up his sophistry, and closed his mouth again.

Lan Luo: "..."

Lang Luo: "Forget it, give me your mobile phone, and I'll send it to you."

Qi Yinian took out his mobile phone and questioned: "You don't mean to send me the black picture of the studio, do you?"

Meng Zhou leaned his head closer, "What kind of black picture, let me be healthy."

Qi Yinian covered his face with his hands and pushed his head back, "It's none of your business."

Lan Luo took the mobile phone and said while operating it: "Hmph, the most threatening thing is always the unreleased material. I won't tell you when I plan to release it. You can just keep worrying about it."

Meng Zhou listened in awe, wonderful.

You are better at dealing with Qi Yinian than the agent, you have learned.

Half a minute later, Qi Yinian took back his phone to see what Lan Luo had posted on his Weibo.Meng Zhou also poked his head to look, and saw a Weibo video was clicked on, and the opening sentence was:

"If love is a kind of length, then the distance between me and you is [-] million years.

——Qi Yinian's [-]rd Anniversary Fan Meeting"

The first time Meng Zhou saw this sentence, the male virtue system in his mind popped up a prompt, "Ding dong, trigger the reward mechanism for male virtue."

"The host shows off his masculine charm and conquers his wife's family. As long as they think you are a man with masculinity, the host will get the male virtue value corresponding to the degree of recognition."

"And when the male moral value reaches [-] million points, you can untie me." The system said happily, obviously he didn't like seeing Meng Zhou very much.

Meng Zhou questioned his soul: "How many points does a degree of recognition correspond to?"

"Everyone is on a scale of one to ten."

"Did you just say [-] million points?" Meng Zhou made a voice of disbelief.

"Think of it this way, Qi Yinian's fans are all his natal family," the system explained, "Mom fans, girlfriend fans, wife fans, daddy fans, career fans, etc., although their attributes are complicated, they all want their own fans My idol has a man with perfect male virtue."

Meng Zhou: "So...?"

"So," the system said, "Qi Yinian has 1000 million fans, and if each of them gets [-] points, you will get [-] million points. It will be very fast."

"Oh," Meng Zhou said indifferently, "How many fans of Qi Yinian are there now?"

"Uh," the system said, "...[-]."