,!
Once the first sentence comes out, the rest of it becomes quite smooth.
After that, the director regained his former state.
Like a tyrannosaurus, he roared and roared at Jin Qing, seeming to vent all the grievances and anger in his heart.
Half an hour later, Jin Qing raised her chin to the director: "Continue!"
The director took the water glass from the assistant director's hand and shook his head vigorously at Jin Qing: No, my throat is speechless.
Jin Qing handed the phone to the director and asked the director to see the balance in his phone: "Look, it is now 3.09 million, won't you make up the whole amount for me?"
Just scold her and give her 10,000 yuan, but this person is really useless.
I cursed intermittently for half an hour, and only cursed 309 sentences in total.
She was so exhausted from receiving the transfers one after another. Not to mention, this number seemed to be overwhelming!
707's voice was a little nervous: "...Host, when did you develop obsessive-compulsive disorder?"
No matter from the perspective of IQ or daily habits, he really doesn't look like someone who suffers from obsessive-compulsive disorder.
Now that Jin Qing said this, it made him inexplicably nervous.
After hearing 707's words, Jin Qing reached out and scratched the back of his head: "From now on."
No, she felt uncomfortable seeing these bits and pieces of 90,000 yuan. Someone had to put it together for her today.
Seeing Jin Qing's eyes falling on him, the two assistant directors pointed at Lin Anan: Don't look at them, they are innocent, this woman is responsible for everything.
Seeing the actions of the assistant directors as if identifying the scene of a murder, Lin Anan's nose felt sore and she waved to Jin Qing: "I don't have that much money."
She is wrong, she should not provoke Gu Ting, who can help her!
Jin Qing drew Lin An'an back into his arms with a friendly expression: "It's okay, you don't have to pay, I have a better job for you."
Hearing this, Lin Anan collapsed instantly.
The previous image of the little fairy completely collapsed, and her tears and nose were all mixed together.
But in order to prevent Jin Qing from threatening her with photos again, Lin Anan immediately called home with her mobile phone and asked for money.
Although her mother didn't know what was going on here, after hearing that Lin Anan said she needed money, she immediately paid back all the salary that Lin Anan had given to her family.
Lin Anan is a newbie, and the deposit given by the crew is only one million.
But Lin Anan came here for gold plating, so he didn't care so much.
When she joined the group, Lin Anan put all the deposit in her mother's hand, which came in handy at this time.
After putting the money in Jin Qing's card, Lin Anan's voice was choked with sobs: "You can delete the photo now!"
Jin Qing tilted his head and looked at Lin Anan: "Why delete it? Didn't you just say that you can become famous in this way!"
Lin Anan looked at Jin Qing in disbelief. She wanted to know what Gu Ting meant. Did she really have to force her to death?
Seeing that Jin Qing still didn't leave after collecting the money, the director's voice was filled with hysteria: "Gu Ting, how on earth are you going to let me go."
Jin Qing didn't say much, but directly pointed the phone in front of the director: "Look, there is still a fraction of 4.09 million."
Director: "..." What do you want to do with me?
Seeing the director pretending to be stupid, Jin Qing's eyes became more and more gloomy: "Don't you want to help me?"
Seeing that Jin Qing was always ready to take action, the director's raging anger was instantly extinguished. He gritted his teeth and squeezed out a few words from between his teeth: "I'll make it up for you!"
Spending money to eliminate disasters, as long as he leaves the island, he will definitely let Gu Ting sit in jail.
He didn't believe that no one could cure this crazy woman.
The two assistant directors held their breath quietly: It's okay, it's okay. They usually like to be kind to others, but they have never been against Gu Ting.
Jin Qing happily cashed out the money, but his expression suddenly changed after a moment.
Seeing Jin Qing's expression, the director felt his scalp numb: "What, what's wrong!"
I don't know if he was beaten too much, but his face was shaking.
Jin Qing tilted his head and looked at the director: "The handling fee is three thousand..."
The director was quite smart this time and directly put 10,000 yuan on Jin Qing's card: "Put it away!"
Take the money and go.
Who would have thought that Jin Qing's eyes would become more and more resentful.
Seeing that Jin Qing was about to speak again, the director just wanted to reach out and cover his ears: his intuition told him that this woman might not be able to say anything good.
As if to verify the director's idea, Jin Qing handed the phone to the director: "Let's put it all together!"
Looking at the number of 5.01 million, the director's chest surged.
Who has ever seen someone take 10,000 and force others to use 990,000 to make up the sum? This woman is probably not trying to force him to death.
But thinking of Jin Qing's endless tricks, the director swallowed back the blood that surged into his throat and said to Jin Qing word by word: "I'll make up for it."
Another 990,000 yuan arrived, and Jin Qing's expression changed again with sadness and joy.
The director struggled and looked at Jin Qing: "Can you leave?"
Driving Jin Qing away has become his only thought at this time.
Jin Qing sighed: "There is a handling fee!"
They say she has obsessive-compulsive disorder, now I believe it!
The director finally couldn't help but spit out a mouthful of old blood, and then completely lost consciousness.
Seeing the director fainted, Jin Qing turned to look at Lin Anan, who was sitting on the ground blankly: "There is a handling fee."
Anyone can pay for it, but it can’t be her.
Lin Anan met Jin Qing's eyes, suddenly screamed, and then stumbled out the door.
She doesn’t make videos anymore, she doesn’t want to be famous anymore, she just wants to go home now!
But before he could take two steps, Jin Qing pulled him back from behind.
Jin Qing hooked his neck again and smelled that cold fragrance again.
Jin Qing's low and hoarse voice came to Lin An'an's ears again: "Don't leave, I'm not done with you yet!"
Jin Qing walked back to his cabin under the first ray of sunshine in the morning.
At the same time, don’t forget to talk to 707: “You said I just said a few words to them, these two guys wouldn’t be scared like this.”
707: "..." Host, you have done enough.
At least it left an unforgettable psychological shadow on Lin Anan.
Jin Qing scratched the back of his head: "Actually, I don't mean any harm. It's all these people who think too much."
707 gave a perfunctory hum: Stealing a book doesn't count as stealing, and hitting someone certainly doesn't count as malicious.
No, it doesn't even count as hands-on, at most it counts as an education of love.
As much as those two people hurt her, her host loved her as much.
When Jin Qing walked near the wooden house, he found that Yu Fengyu was already holding a sword with his slightly bald head and standing under the wooden house with his back to her.
The golden sun shone on Feng Yu's back, adding a sense of holiness to this person out of thin air.
Jin Qing reached out and rubbed his chin: This head is so bright!
707: "..." Are you a devil?
As if aware that Jin Qing was back, Yu Fengyu turned around and looked at Jin Qing.
Yu Fengyu's foundation was already good, otherwise he wouldn't have been sucked into the entertainment industry with just his face.
A bald head is the greatest test of a person's appearance, but I don't know if it's because he has regained his energy, but his eyebrows seem to be prettier than before.
Seeing Jin Qing staring at him, Yu Fengyu subconsciously extended his hand to Jin Qing: "Today's sunrise is so beautiful!"
It has nothing to do with love, he just wants someone to enjoy it with him.
