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This is a refutation.

Single dogs are insulated from women, so they become single dogs. It is obvious that women appear in the bedroom of their homes, and it is very likely that they are not single dogs.

Why?

Lian Cheng said that he is a noble pure-blood single nobleman, with the kind of penguin red diamonds, and ordinary women are not worthy of being his penguin friend.

The answer to the refutation just now is very obvious. Unless hell, women will appear in single dogs' homes.

Pushing open the door, the girl in the floral dress hummed with her ears.

"The ugly duckling will turn into a white swan. I heard that President Peter Pan doesn't grow up. Jack has harp and magic. I heard that there is a candy house in the forest..."

“It sounds very good.”

No one answered.

Lian Cheng sat next to her and listened quietly to the girl in the flower dress singing this song.

The girl in the floral dress has a very outstanding tone. It is better to say it is special than to speak it outstandingly. Her ghost's physique makes her voice particularly ethereal and moving, and there is a hint of low grief hidden in her ethereal and melodious voice.

"Let all the time when a long, long time ago reached a happy ending..."

Liancheng looked at the girl in a flower dress.

What he saw in his eyes was not a sentimental song, but a beautiful female ghost with a shell and a strong obsession. His heart was as calm as water, and there was no need to say much about life and death. He would naturally understand it if he should understand it.

After listening to the flower skirt for a few seconds, the girl started singing again: "Snow White is running away..."

Lian Cheng thought for a moment and took the mp3 in front of her, and found that there was something wrong with the mp3 and he was stuck on this song and kept looping. By chance, the single looped the song that Lian Cheng listened most often.

This song was heard by chance when he was watching the live broadcast. He is not a fan of the female anchor, but it does not prevent him from appreciating art works.

"live streaming……"

Lian Cheng was thinking about this word.

He suddenly frowned and stared at the girl in the floral dress. Her soft hair tips, her slender eyebrows, her dear eyes, her high nose bridge, her blood-red lips... Even if it weren't for Lian Cheng's short distance between him, he wouldn't have guessed that it was a ghost.

So, what if it is separated by a camera and a fiber optic cable?

Liancheng hesitated instead.

This idea is too crazy and too incredible! It is hard to imagine what the function of a docile and beautiful female ghost is. The Night Walking Picture of Hundred Ghosts was once a terrifying weapon for killing, with countless blood-stained souls, driving the ghosts to be invincible.

But what is the use of this in modern society?

Lian Cheng is definitely not a murderer. He is not an anti-socialist. He is just an ordinary person who simply wants to completely change his destiny. Getting copper coins was both accidental and encounter. He grabbed the rope like a waterfall and was always ready to turn over.

He wants to become famous and want money.

The world you see in your eyes is that only money is the source of everything. From the interactions between friends and neighbors, to scientific development and military wars, they are inseparable from these false numbers and worthless papers.

Liancheng had long known that copper coins were not money.

Money is just a piece of waste paper for the country to print at any time. What copper coins are eaten are things carried on the paper that are similar to those of seven emotions and six desires.

He entrusted his bank friends to get ten latest 100-yuan banknotes, but he didn't even look at the copper coins.

Liancheng guessed that there must be other things that could feed copper coins, but the easiest thing to get for the time being is these red banknotes.

He desperately needed these bills.

He hasn't paid the landlord's 90,000 yuan, and his credit card bill will be credited at the end of the month. There are more and more things waiting for him to do, waiting for the money to arrive.

In modern society, the Internet is the fastest channel for making money outside of gambling.

The virtual economy is becoming more and more important. Youqianbao and red envelope letters have gradually replaced the circulation of paper money. Even the vegetable sellers in the streets and alleys have mastered electronic currency transactions and believe it without doubt.

"Make money...live broadcast..."

The shock that the foolish brother earned 900 a day to Liancheng had not yet passed, and he found that with the power he could use, he seemed to be able to do more.

Liancheng assembled three computers, downloaded the necessary software in the background, and then threw it aside and ignored it.

He logged into the Youqian Fish platform. When he entered the URL, he was also curious, Youqian Bao, Youqian Goose, Youqian Fish... Will these big companies not give other names except Youqian X?

Well, there is also Beep TV.

What a ghost name!

As soon as the web page was opened, the mediocre sound came into my ears: "Well...ah...thank you brother for your big, big, big Rockets, it's so big that I can't stand it anymore..."

Liancheng thought he had converted the URL to 1024 or x. After checking, it was right, it was a rich fish!

Click on the category of the fish show, and the entire recommendation page was full of white swaying, making Liancheng's eyes dizzy. The people on it looked difficult to mess with. They all had scars on their chests, which were so deep that they were scared!

Fortunately, Lian Cheng is brave, so he doesn't accept these evil forces. The bigger the scar, the more fierce he will stare at.

In the end, the evil forces were slightly better. Lian Cheng was so scared that his nose became fishy and hurriedly withdrew his gaze.

While looking at the scar, even Cheng did not forget to pay attention to the real-time gifts and weekly lists.

Taking Youqianyu as an example, the top 20 popular female anchors have a lot of income. The top ten tycoons on the list alone add up to more than five digits of gift money, and some even broke through to six digits.

Liancheng compared the girl in a floral dress with the female anchors on the Internet. The winner was determined immediately and the pure style was more in line with the aesthetics of most people, but the requirements for the foundation were too high when taking the pure route, and not every woman could control light makeup and nude makeup.

He thought about it carefully: "It seems a bit feasible."

But he didn't plan to act rashly.

He took out the phone number of Scout He Xing's pocket and called directly.

"Scout He Xing?"

"You are...oh, that hard, ah, no, Mr. Lian? Is it your girlfriend who changed her mind? Our Daewoo Entertainment will open the door for her at any time!"

"I'm sorry, it's not her. I understand you so much, so I call this and intend to recommend someone to you. A beautiful woman, graduated from a professional music school, has a unique voice and a very good singing skills! She is good at cover and imitation. I wonder if you are interested?"

He Xingsen replied cautiously: "I am very interested. Our Daewoo Entertainment has been focusing on young music idols recently. We have good singing skills? When will we meet in person? To be safe, there are many people with good singing skills, but most of them are not ideal."

This is what Liancheng is waiting for.

"Then I'll send you a cover demo. Please ask professionals to check it out. It's best to tell me the result. I'll tell that friend." He shamelessly added another weight: "I forgot to tell you that the girl you met today, the surname Wang, is a student from a high school in Zhaoping. I can't remember the others for the time being. Alas, I have a memory now."

Scout He Xing was very professional and immediately replied: "My email is xxxxx@foxmail. You can receive a receipt on the same day as you receive the demo."

"Happy cooperation." Liancheng hung up the phone.

Then he turned on the recorder and recorded her singing voice at the girl in the floral dress.

Through the gap in the window, her singing quietly spread. Zhang Haichao had just returned home and opened the window to get some breath. Suddenly, he heard a faint ethereal sound floating from somewhere.

He stood there in a daze, his pupils were out of focus, and his eyes gradually showed obsession.

"Xiaoqian, is it you?" After saying this, Zhang Haichao suddenly woke up and had a cold war. He hugged his chest and muttered in a low voice: "Why do I think of Xiaoqian in the Ghost Story of A Chinese Girl? But this sings are quite nice."

"It sounds really nice, hey, I really hope it was sung by my girlfriend."

He added another sentence, with resentment.

Liancheng didn't know what was happening downstairs. He excitedly imagined the future. While recording the song, he ignored a key fact, their original identities-

It's a ghost, an extraordinary ghost.
Chapter completed!