MTL - My Years As a Car Dealer-Chapter 16 : Addicted to handsome guys can't extricate themselves

Chapter 0016: Addicted to the handsome guy, unable to extricate himself

"Zhang Chen, don't worry about him. Comparing with him can only degrade yourself." Wang Qi comforted Zhang Chen in a low voice, telling him not to have the same knowledge as Lai Wu.

Zhang Chen didn't say a word. He was extremely depressed. He didn't know what Lai Wu was thinking. He sang a good song and became so arrogant. If he became the president of the group company, his tail would not be lifted to the sky.

The sage once said: The son is the Zhongshan wolf, and if he is successful, he will be mad.

It is estimated that it is someone like Lai Wu.

But your arrogance is your fuel, but don't be provocative in front of me.

In the past, Zhang Chen would hold his nose and endure it if he couldn't afford to offend such a person. Now it's different. With the blessing of the system, who is afraid of who?

Dare to stab the cliff and slap him in the face directly, without taking him overnight.

Grandpa is not used to you.

"System system, do you have the ability to sing?"

The cold mechanical sound of the system immediately reverberated in my mind: "The system has stored singing skills, which can be obtained by lottery in the lucky wheel."

Zhang Chen wanted to use his system skills to slap Lai Wu in the face, and said eagerly, "I want to get singing skills, so let's start the lucky wheel."

"I'm sorry, you not only have zero pleasure points, but you also owe the system a thousand pleasure points, so you can't start the lucky wheel." The system simply rejected Zhang Chen's request, and then began to threaten, "Please pay off the pleasure you owe in time. value, otherwise the host will be destroyed humanely, the countdown begins, ten, nine, eight…”

Damn, Zhang Chen was so angry that he couldn't even look down on the system.

Didn't you say that the wheel of fortune could not be started normally?

Aren't you urging me to return the pleasure value?

Don't you want to destroy me humanely?

Not to mention that there is no joy value, and there is no return.

Come, destroy me with humanity.

The sage once said: It is the uncle who owes money.

Zhang Chen is now barefoot and not afraid of wearing shoes. He played with a hob, and put on a posture of dying if he wanted to be happy, and let the system decide on his own.

Either continue to allow yourself credit and give yourself singing skills.

Or play it all together.

Zhang Chen has always been bold in his work. He is betting that the system will compromise.

Because the system was bound to him, Zhang Chen didn't believe that if he was destroyed, what would happen to the system.

The sound of the system's countdown really disappeared, and there was no more counting sound.

After being silent for a while, the helpless voice of the system sounded in Zhang Chen's mind: "Make sure that the host pays 3,000 pleasure points, the lucky wheel starts, please wait patiently."

The red disc started turning clockwise and stopped after a while.

The mechanical sound of the system sounded again: "Congratulations to the host for getting the reward of singing skills."

The system admits it, and Zhang Chen's joy blossoms.

But when he clicked on the personal center and checked his happiness record, he was surprised to find that -10000 was written on it.

He gave himself the ability to sing, and deducted his 9,000 pleasure points?

Black, so dark, right?

No matter what, Zhang Chen is not worried about having too many lice now, and he is not afraid of owing a lot of pleasure.

Lai Wu stared straight at Zhang Chen with provocative eyes, and found that he seemed to be distracted and did not respond to his own intentions.

Lai Wu thought that Zhang Chen was afraid, but he was so frightened by his natural singing that he didn't dare to move.

"Wow, quack." Finally, he let out a breath, and Lai Wu arrogantly raised his head and smiled, feeling comfortable and happy.

"Hey, when will I pay the card money you owe me?"

I don't know when Zhang Chen was standing in front of him, the voice of asking for the bill made Lai Wu's body tremble, and Hao Qiang and Tang Hongbo who were next to him also brought back embarrassing memories. His face flushed and he lowered his head in shame. .

Zhang Chen grabbed the microphone in Lai Wu's hand and turned to face the crowd.

At this time, the elevator in the private room slowly opened, and Sister Ji's huge body walked in quickly, holding a huge brown box in her arms, followed by four strong men with big arms and round waists.

The burly men held the dinner plates in their hands, with plates of delicate dishes on them.

Sister Ji signaled the strong men to go to the cooking, and she smiled and walked towards Zhang Chen in front of the big screen: "Yo, you can sing? How is it? Don't go out of tune with insufficiency."

Zhang Chen knew a little bit about Sister Ji's character and knew that she was joking with him, so he patted the microphone and smiled: "How's the singing, don't you know if you just listen?"

"It's arrogant and has a personality, I like it." Sister Ji beckoned to Zhang Hu, handed him the wine box in her arms, took out her mobile phone, opened it and pointed it at Zhang Chen, "You are so confident, I will start a live broadcast. Ha."

The live broadcast room is very deserted, there are not two or three big cats and dogs.

However, after seeing Zhang Chen and the microphone in his hand, the few fans immediately screamed. Several barrages floated across the screen of the mobile phone from time to time, but most of them still mocked Sister Ji as usual:

"Are you the rescue soldier invited by Sister Ji? You look amazing, please be a fan!"

"I'm new here, should I go through the procedure or directly greet Sister Ji's household registration book?"

"Zhang Chen, do you want to sing? Hey, you can eat with your beauty, but you have to show your talent."

"The police officer said that we are professionally trained people, no matter how funny things happen, we will not laugh unless we can't help it."

…

The crowd gathered behind Sister Ji, watching the sparse barrage, Lai Wu's mouth almost turned to the back of his head, and he really couldn't accept Zhang Chen when it came to singing.

The songs he sang were carefully selected from thousands of songs, and he sang them countless times. He had reached the level of perfection. He did not believe that Zhang Chen could surpass himself.

Forcibly pretending to compare can only be self-inflicted humiliation.

Hao Qiang and Tang Hongbo also followed suit, shouting and urging Zhang Chen to start embarrassing: "Oh, it's all from my own family, hurry up and sing, whether it's out of tune or unpleasant, we don't care."

"Yeah, you guys, shut up." Sister Ji shouted towards Lai Wu and the other three, and stared at Zhang Chen with a smile, looking forward to his singing.

Zhang Chen ignored the clamoring Lai Wusan, a confident and calm one.

To be precise, he believed in the singing skills sent by the system.

Indeed, no matter how unpleasant this system is, the skills it provides are still very useful.

Not sure how good it sounds, but it's certainly not scary.

Zhang Chen's selected songs are very indifferent, and they are the lingering of Andy Lau.

(Explain, I chose such an old song because it was the end of the year, and the editor in charge had already notified the Crab God Beast to come.

Roast Goose is timid, afraid that choosing a new song will cause trouble.

I just want to honestly finish writing, and I don't want to be a dead book. )

"Take your face lightly in both hands,

dry your tears,

There is still room for dreams,

I'm still by your side,

never go far..."

The singing sounded clearly in the private room, soothing and with a little sadness, straight into my heart.

Everyone was like magic, and an illusion appeared in their minds unconsciously: a girl wearing a white dress, standing in the forest with falling leaves, tearful eyes twitching in a low voice.

The tall and handsome boy in front of him stared at her tenderly, stroked her cheeks with both hands, and wiped away the crystal tears...

At this moment, everyone was dumbfounded, and their hearts were slowly melting.

Apart from singing,

No other abnormal noises.

no one speaks,

No one moved.

Suddenly fascinated, staring at Zhang Chen obsessively, immersed in the gentle river of love and unable to extricate himself.

Zhang Chen sang more and more, his singing skills were so powerful, he was completely lost in singing, he seemed to have reached the state of self-absorption, and did not notice other people's expressions.

The singing is melodious and beautiful, Zhang Chenren's devotion looks so handsome, Jijie swallowed hard, her mouth opened slightly, her face full of incredulity.

This temperament, this music, this singing, are all perfect.

Zhang Chen's frown and smile, like the sound of nature, made her feel elated, and the spring waves were rippling.

excited,

Shock,

worship,

Jijie fell completely, and she couldn't extricate herself from being addicted to the handsome guy.

At the end of the song, Zhang Chen put down the microphone, let out a long breath, and sighed secretly, how happy it is!

However, the people in the luxurious private room did not react at all. They stared at the front stupidly as if they had been hit by a petrification spell.

"Nani? What's the situation? Are you singing like shit?"

It doesn't matter if there is no applause, none of you have any reaction, what do you mean?

Zhang Chen was confused, wondering if he would not be tricked by the system again?

Zhang Chen coughed heavily and woke everyone up.

It was only when they realized that the singing was over, they finally woke up.

Suddenly, everyone stood up abruptly and applauded vigorously, applauding Zhang Chen's wonderful singing.

Even Lai Wu, who had been displeased with Zhang Chen, also applauded, but after he woke up, his face became extremely ugly, he sat down with a black face, and his eyes were full of viciousness and unwillingness.

The system prompts the sound one after another:

“Pleasure value from colleague Lai Wu: 1000”

"Happiness value from colleague Lai Wu: -10000"

"Pleasure value from colleague Fang Wu: 1000"

"Pleasure value from colleague Zhang Hu: 1000"

"Happiness value from colleague Hao Qiang: 1000"

"Pleasure value from colleague Tang Hongbo: 1000"

"Pleasure value from colleague Wang Qi: 1000"

"Pleasure value from colleague Wang Keqiang: 1000"

Zhang Chen checked the pleasure value record and found that the column of his pleasure value was still minus 10,000. He guessed that the negative number given by Lai Wu offset the others.

However, Zhang Chen didn't care, as long as he recognized Lai Wuhen himself, it didn't matter whether he owed the pleasure value or not, and he didn't care very much if he didn't lose a penny or lose a pound of meat.

At this time, countless fans who got the news poured into the live broadcast room. They listened to Zhang Chen's singing and fell over one after another.

"I hate that I didn't study hard back then. In this situation, I can only use the word 'fuck' to describe the shock in my heart."

"Little brother, I'm a beautiful eight-year-old girl. I have a lot of pocket money. Can I support you? Waiting online, I'm in a hurry."

"That eight-year-old kid dares to rob her husband from labor and capital? How many marks did you get in the final exam? Have you finished your homework? Have you previewed your homework?"

"Little brother is handsome and good quality, I am the eldest sister who is good at understanding people, and the rich woman is happy to know about it."

"When I first saw Zhang Chen, I also fell in love with him deeply. If I take my eyes off him, don't hesitate, please kill me."

…

Fans were overwhelmed by Zhang Chen's singing, screamed and fell into madness, and the live broadcast system prompted one after another to reward:

Jin Kelu smeared the anchor's face.

Jin Kelu smeared the anchor's face.

Jin Kelu smeared the anchor's face.

…

There are countless rewards, and they are also arranged in formations, especially when the number of fans has exceeded the 200,000 mark, which makes Jijie happy, and while trembling all over, her eyes are wet, and bursts of grief come to my heart. .

Sister Ji is an orphan who grew up in an orphanage since she was a child.

When she was young, she had no support, was alone, was beaten, scolded, and bullied.

She desperately resisted, desperately struggled, and desperately used her fists to express the anger and hatred in her heart.

At the same time, it also made a name, made an achievement, and made a turf.

Sister Ji is loyal, has many brothers, and is ruthless, but strictly speaking, she is not a black and astringent society in the true sense.

Because she does not charge protection fees, does not seek favoritism, and does not do illegal things.

Her fists are hard, for those who try to bully her.

Her fists are ruthless, and only when she encounters injustice will she go wild.

She has many brothers and never bullies ordinary people.

Jijie started her life by setting up a roadside stall selling wonton blunt.

The business grew slowly, and later opened the Tiandi Hotel, which was a complete mess.

Friends on the road give face, whether it's talking about numbers or worshiping hands, like to go to the Tiandi Hotel to set up two tables. UU reading www.uukanshu.com

Ordinary people, government officials, and businessmen also like to go there. The food there is delicious, full of dishes, and affordable.

The business is booming day by day. Sister Ji is thinking about renovating the ordinary, even a bit shabby Tiandi Hotel, to upgrade the grade and make the customers more comfortable to eat.

Sister Ji is an impatient person, she will do it when she thinks of it.

It didn't take long for a whole building with a height of more than ten stories to be built and decorated according to the high-end atmosphere, which cost her all her savings for more than ten years.

The decoration has been completed, and the taste of the food has been upgraded to a higher level.

Just as Jijie greeted the customer with confidence, she found that the scene of the busy traffic suddenly disappeared.

In the past, there was no seat at all without advance reservation, and there was no private room.

Now there are not more than a dozen customers a day, and the splendid Tiandi Hotel is deserted. The employees have nothing to do, so they have to play cards and frolic, and the leisure is about to grow hair.

The business plummeted, and someone gave Sister Ji an idea.

Said to let her do a live broadcast, advertise for the Tiandi Hotel, and gain popularity.

Where did the chicken sister do live broadcast?

But looking at the hall where mice can run away, she gritted her teeth and nodded in agreement.

A group of dog-head military advisers to Jijie said that dirty broadcasting is more popular, and going there to live broadcast will definitely bring popularity to Tiandi Hotel and attract business.

Sister Ji didn't know how to do it at all, so she gritted her teeth again, and applied for the live broadcast room in the dirty broadcast.

At the beginning, Sister Ji didn't know how to broadcast live.

I don't know how to communicate with fans and answer tourists' questions.

I don't know how to pay attention to the public screen information.

Don't know the mediation atmosphere.

I don't know what a popup is.

I don't know what a reward is.

Therefore, the results of the live broadcast are very, very poor.