"Hahahaha, I knew it!"
"Our A-Ming has to look for a drink wherever he goes. He will definitely not survive a day in the desert."
"However, we, A Ming, drank a little too much today."
Song Ming blinked, holding a bottle of orange in his left hand and a bottle of apple green in his right. He showed Yang Yuge a smile that was ten times softer and ten times sweeter than his signature three-point cold and three-point evil smile: "Auntie, this is Do you know where Mu’s fresh fruits are sold?”
Yang Yuge was immediately confused and smiled so hard that his teeth were exposed. "My daughter brought this. Oh, if you like to drink it, Xiao Song, come here and I'll put a box for you."
"Our daughter brought home more than 30 boxes. She doesn't know when she will finish them. She also can't bear to put them away. The shelf life is only seven days."
Song Ming showed a little bit of embarrassment on his face, but his words were not polite at all: "Thank you, auntie!"
Wang Yimo: "..."
Fans: "..."
Seeing him like this, Wang Yimo couldn't hold it back for a moment and opened the bottle cap and took a sip. Then he was silent for a moment and reached out to take back the juice that Song Ming accidentally took away.
Song Ming: "..."
Fans: Okay, how delicious is it?
Song Ming could just give it up. He was a creature that couldn't survive without water. He liked to drink almost any kind of drink, even some herbal teas that were so bitter that they could kill people.
Wang Yimo is not a greedy person.
Several netizens couldn't hold back, picked up their mobile phones and started ordering takeout of various drinks.
The three live broadcast rooms of "New Year's Eve Dinner" were opened at the same time. The number of viewers in the three live broadcast rooms was not much different. However, as soon as the program team's car entered Meihua Village, ten helicopters descended from the sky. The number of viewers in the live broadcast room dropped in just three minutes. The number of civilians increased to 300,000, and it was still rising.
Song Ming drank juice while staring at the sci-fi containers.
Another box was opened, and Song Ming held his breath for a moment, dumbfounded.
The entire live broadcast room was instantly silent, and all netizens were silent.
The container unfolded and a 'Batmobile' came out.
"Ah!"
Song Ming rushed over and reached out to touch it with salivation.
Didi.
As soon as he stretched out his hand, the Batmobile suddenly started, its beautiful lights turned on, and it turned and came down from the stone steps of at least twenty centimeters, and drove straight in front of Mu Qingyun before turning off the engine and opening the door automatically.
"Bell~"
Mu Qingyun's cell phone suddenly rang, and as soon as it was connected, a magnetic, very pleasant voice came from it, especially in line with Mu Qingyun's preferences, "Master, my name is Qiao Yi, and I will serve you wholeheartedly!"
Everyone: "..."
The live broadcast room instantly turned into a sea of joy.
Even netizens who don't like watching movies or are not interested in the Batmobile can still see the excellence of this car through the screen.
“Have autonomous driving systems reached this point?”
"I heard that self-driving cars are very good now. I seem to be watching videos, and I even saw driverless taxis. However, this thing is definitely not cheap. It turns out that someone gave me a souvenir, and it turned out to be all these things?"
Song Ming's whole body turned into a ball of marshmallow, greasy and soft, spinning around the Batmobile.
Mu Qingyun didn't know whether to laugh or cry, so he directly videotaped Qiao Qing: "Mr. Qiao."
"I checked your garage. Although there are all kinds of products, there seem to be a few that are unique. It is just convenient for me to prepare New Year gifts." Qiao Qing said, "I will give you Transformers next time. Our company's artificial intelligence will give you Once you've set it up, try it out and see if something doesn't work for you, then adjust it again."
Mu Qingyun: "..."
Everyone's interest in these containers suddenly increased a hundred times. Even Wang Yimo ignored the various winks from the brokers behind him, took off his down jacket outside, and started working busily with all the villagers, moving various things.
It has to be said that opening a container is a hundred times more exciting than betting on a warehouse.
Wang Yimo saw a treasure rack with a glass door being pushed out of the box. When the light inside turned on, it was filled with all kinds of luxury bags.
She only started to like these things in recent years. According to her agent, if a female star is obsessed with bags, she will simply lose her fortune.
But she wanted to go bankrupt, and she couldn't buy some of the bags.
Now, she was thinking about her dream, and no matter where she went, the bag was out of stock, so she lay quietly in the cabinet in front of her.
Mu Qingyun: "Hey."
The problem was, she couldn't see what was so good about these bags.
Mr. Qiao smiled: "Let me see who this is? It's Xiaobao. That's no wonder. Send a message to Xiaobao in the group later and tell her that you like her very much. Be sure to say it, otherwise you'll have to wait. I hope you will be hit in the face with all kinds of bags in the future.”
Mu Qingyun smiled and nodded. She also remembered that Zhou Xiaobao, thirty years old, was a much higher candidate for heir than her. In the past two years, he was either ranked third or fourth.
This person is a doctor by profession. She has a very good personality and is very patient. No matter how irritable or scared the patient is, she can still be gentle and gentle from beginning to end, soothing the patient's mood very well.
I have a very miraculous record. After two major surgeries, I went to the outpatient clinic for three and a half hours, and then worked the night shift for my colleagues at night.
Unfortunately, she encountered a car accident during the night shift. At dawn, she was still in high spirits. She comforted the family members of the patients who came to see her before going home to take a shower, change clothes, and go to bed.
Zhou Xiaobao is good at everything, but she loves to give bags to people close to her. Over the years, she has given them to her family and various related people, regardless of men, women, old and young. Anyway, they just pack up all kinds of new brand-name bags and send them out together. .
Moreover, if you don’t praise her a few times when you receive a gift, then she will keep sending it, every day, and keep sending it——
"Why!"
Mr. Qiao himself suffered greatly from this.
"These branded bags are ridiculously expensive. If you have this money, it would be great to give them gold bars. It can maintain their value and be passed down. Giving a few gold bars every year can help you if you are in urgent need of money in the future."
Qiao Qing finished speaking, thoughtfully.
Mu Qingyun looked at Mr. Qiao expectantly. If Mr. Qiao gave him gold bars as a new year's gift next year...well, I'm afraid her return gift would be difficult.
The problem is that it's not easy now either.
Mu Qingyun sat silently and took stock of things that could be returned as gifts. She couldn't fool people with her historical research notes every time.
Although Mr. Qiao liked it and everyone in the group liked it, it was too perfunctory.
"Holy shit!"
The cameraman is absolutely professional and will never use foul language during filming, let alone swearing, he should not even speak.
But once the container was opened - it was all the most expensive photography equipment.
The cameraman caught a glimpse of the well-fixed SLR lens in the middle. He remembered clearly that it cost more than 12 million yuan and was a privately customized model, the kind that he would never dare to imagine.
