The fat man who was targeted turned his head inadvertently.
Everything was normal outside the gate, and there was no suspicious person.
That snake-like gaze came from a hundred meters away.
A hundred meters away is another street, bustling with traffic and crowded with people.
It was the evening rush hour, and Fatty saw so many passers-by that he couldn't tell who was the real culprit.
The moment the fat man turned around, the cold gaze disappeared.
"The snake mark?"
This thought suddenly occurred to Fatty, and his heart was agitated.
Legend has it that there is a kind of snake demon that can record the shape and breath of its prey and leave a special mark just by looking at it.
Once tagged, the prey will be tracked by the snake demon even if it escapes to the ends of the earth.
To describe it in scientific terms, the snake demon mark is equivalent to implanting a GPS tracker in the human body.
"Why don't you speak?" Mu Mujiang turned around and asked when the eldest brother was silent.
"I...I saw the goddess for the first time. I was very nervous and didn't know what to say." The fat man looked like a shy otaku.
"You can say whatever you want, I like to listen to you." Mu Mujiang was very proactive.
"Why?" Fatty didn't follow the female anchor's train of thought.
"Didn't anyone tell you that your voice sounds like Taoist Master Wang Ye?" Mu Mujiang turned on the two-dimensional mode.
"You also watch "Under the Beauty"?" Fatty found a fellow fan.
"Well, I've reached season 138." Mu Mujiang said.
When they reached the elevator entrance while talking, Mu Mujiang used a super room card to open the No. 4 elevator.
Fatty captured important information through this detail.
What Mu Mujiang did just now was very in line with the character.
Most netizens do not know her true identity and regard her as a female anchor from an ordinary family.
According to the information sent by Bai Lan, Mu Mujiang not only had a grandfather who was in charge of a province, but her father was also a major shareholder of a well-known company.
It is a routine operation for a female monk from such a family background to apply for a super membership at the Xinyue Hotel.
When they reached the 66th floor, the fat man pretended to be shocked: "How did you know I live on the 66th floor?"
Mu Mujiang was also surprised: "You originally stayed at Xinyue Hotel?"
"Yes, this is my room card." The fat man took out the platinum room card and clearly wrote 6606.
"What a coincidence, I ordered 6609." Mu Mujiang also took out the room card from her handbag, and it turned out to be 6609.
"Haha, it seems we are destined to be 69." The fat man smiled.
"You're not allowed to drive, you just agreed to eat." Mu Mujiang is pure and simple. She encounters various experienced drivers in the live broadcast room every day. She understands everything she should know and shouldn't.
"Ahem, I'm sorry I didn't make it clear. In fact, you don't have to make a reservation. You can go to my room to eat." The fat man was on the edge of the female anchor's bottom line, testing her wildly.
"No, if I go to someone else's room, my family will scold me. I agreed that I would treat you to dinner, and you come to my place." Mu Mujiang said, swiping her card and opening the door to room 6609.
As soon as the fat man entered, his horizons were opened again.
This house is different from the 6606 where he lives. It has a theme and is full of Western fairy tale atmosphere.
When the lights were turned on, Mu Mujiang walked in and took off her mask, just like Snow White.
Seeing that beautiful scene, the fat man remembered the godfather Huang Zhan, who had written a song "Snow Aunt's Seven Friends" back then. The lyrics were very fairy tale-like: "Snow White has seven dwarfs, and Snow White sleeps seven people at a time. Xue Gu's seven friends share the same bed with each other, and seven dwarfs have seven sticks..."
The four dead brothers fit this song perfectly.
After sitting down, Mu Mujiang pressed her small hands on the skirt around her knees: "What do you want to eat?"
The fat man smiled and said: "Usually I ask girls what they want to eat, but now it's the other way around. I don't even know how to answer the question."
Mu Mujiang also smiled: "Then let me order. Do you have any taboos?"
"I have no taboos." The fat man was a little curious about what the female anchor would order.
"What kind of cultivation level do you have? Can you eat things with relatively high energy?" Mu Mujiang asked thoughtfully.
"Later stage of the Apparition Realm." Fatty said, feeling that the female anchor would make big moves.
As expected, Mu Mujiang did the trick: "Then let's get a pair of mutated two-headed abalone. It's okay to eat one in the later stages of the manifestation."
The fat man was stunned for a moment. One mutated two-headed abalone costs five million. It is known as the king of mugs. A pair costs ten million.
He tried to understand Mu Mujiang's thinking: Could it be that you're treating me and I'll pay for it?
In order to complete the task, he gritted his teeth and agreed: "Okay."
Mu Mujiang picked up the tablet that came with the hotel, looked at the dazzling menu, and said, "I don't drink, so I'll just drink Eden apple juice, okay?"
"Okay." The fat man tried his best to cooperate and ignored the price of 200,000 for a cup of apple juice.
"Do you need anything else?" Mu Mujiang asked.
"That's almost it. One double-headed abalone can eat me up," the fat man said.
"Okay then." Mumujiang ordered the meal and paid with her membership card.
"Wait a minute." The fat man realized something was wrong: "Did you just pay the bill?"
"Yeah, what's wrong?" Mu Mujiang asked.
"Shouldn't I pay the bill?" The fat man couldn't keep up with the female anchor's thoughts.
"If I treat you to dinner, of course I'll pay for it." Mu Mujiang couldn't keep up with the fat man's thoughts.
The fat man was confused: "Which teacher taught you mathematics? I only rewarded you with one million, but you treat me to a meal worth several million. Don't you think it's a loss?"
Mu Mujiang asked back: "Emperor, can I ask you a few questions first?"
The fat man said: "Don't call me the Great Emperor, you can call me the ordinary Big Brother."
"Okay, Brother Bang, when did you come to Xinyue Hotel?" Mu Mujiang asked.
"It's been a while. There's an auction tomorrow. I'll buy something." The fat man said.
"It seems like it's your first time to come to my live broadcast room. Why do you suddenly reward me with one million?" Mu Mujiang asked again.
The fat man said seriously: "My first love's hometown is in Deyang, Shushan Mountain. The people from Deyang like to speak German."
Mu Mujiang chuckled: "Who said that Deyang people like to speak German?"
The fat man coaxed, "Don't worry about these details. Anyway, when I hear you singing German songs, it reminds me of my first love."
Mu Mujiang believed it, and she was moved: "You are indeed a true fan!"
"What do you mean, are there still fake fans?" The fat man looked stunned.
"Well, I have a lot of fans, but they are all fake." After Mu Mujiang finished speaking, she lowered her head, showing unspeakable sadness.
"How could this happen?" The fat man pretended to be shocked.
"Growing up, no matter what I do, my parents have supported me. I don't have more than 10 million fans, and they bought many of them for me. They think I don't know, but in fact I have discovered it a long time ago."
Mu Mujiang was touchingly honest, and she spoke from the bottom of her heart when we first met: "A few of the top ten fans on the reward list were paid by my father to find them. I invited those people to dinner, and I knew them after just a few words." They’re fake fans.”
The fat man caught up with his train of thought this time: "So you invited me to dinner and you wanted to make sure I was the one asking for it?"
"Yes." Mu Mujiang admitted straightforwardly: "When I saw your room card, I knew you were not a trustee, so I wanted to treat you to a big meal."
The fat man couldn't keep up with his train of thought again: "As long as I'm not asking for help, will you treat me to a big meal?"
Mu Mujiang continued to be straightforward: "Yes, those who are willing to summon the dragon are true fans. They make me feel that what I do is meaningful, and I am a very doting fan."
The fat man realized: "So you spend 10 million to treat fans who reward 1 million to dinner?"
Mu Mujiang tilted her little head and thought for a while: "It seems like this, no, true love cannot be measured by money. Isn't money just a bunch of numbers? What's the use of ten million? True love is eternal."
