After a debt of 100 million, the poisonous tongue went crazy and killed people on the live broadcast

"I'll back off."

After Feng Yin finished speaking, he was quiet for a second.

"Hahahahaha!"

“What a sense of humor!”

"Feng Yin, why are you talking so interestingly?"

Everyone laughed, but Feng Yin looked at everyone strangely. After they had stopped laughing, he spoke.

"Sure enough, my humor can silently infect everyone and reach its peak."

"Let's see...the retreat is really a drum!"

Feng Yin held up his mobile phone, which had an encyclopedia and a picture.

It turns out that the drum of retreat was the drum played by feudal officials when they resigned.

It turned out that Feng Yin was not joking.

For a while, the atmosphere was a little awkward.

"How about it, you are shocked by your sister's excellence! In my life, I will either stand out or be eliminated."

The roar of the wind relieved everyone's embarrassment. You and I started talking to each other in a familiar manner.

"Feng Yin, how can you be so boastful?"

"To boast well is to be confident, and to be overconfident is to have a strong psychological quality."

"Are you always so talkative?"

Feng Yin shook his head, raised a finger and said, "That's wrong. I'm just talking about the principles of life."

Feng Yin made a lot of nonsense, and it was obvious that everyone present was no match for her.

After this conversation, everyone became a little more relaxed when talking to each other.

The original screenwriter finally approached Feng Yin and asked seriously: "Feng Yin, can you play the drum? How about playing? I want to add a scene for you."

"Honestly speaking, I did a pretty good job."

It was the first time I had seen him be so humble, but no matter what, it was decided to add a role to Feng Yin, and the director also agreed very much.

Soon, the props team found the drums.The person who sent the drum was Cui Tianze from before, but Feng Yin didn't know what Cui Tianze looked like, only his name.

When Cui Tianze sent the drum over, he did not leave, but stood in the distance and waited for a while.

He knows Feng Yin.

I met Feng Yin from the live broadcast, and I had a certain impression of Feng Yin, a second-generation rich man. I couldn't say I disliked him, but I couldn't say I liked him either.

However, after watching Feng Yin's live broadcast room, Cui Tianze had a different idea, and this idea became stronger and stronger.

At this time, Feng Yin held drum sticks in both hands, nodded to the director and screenwriter, and started,
The crisp drum sound, soft and refreshing, is refreshing, as if you have seen the willow trees budding in spring, everything is reviving, and the spring breeze is warm.

This first sound made those who listened surprised, surprised, and doubtful.

Is this Feng Yin?

Is she a bit good at knocking?It’s so good that I can’t believe it. Some people are even looking for speakers. It must have been released!
This is not just one person.

Some people believe that Feng Yin typed it out himself, but doesn’t this tune seem incompatible with Feng Yin’s style?

It's not accurate to say that she's so... irritable.

No matter what the words are, I feel that such a vibrant piece of music should not have been typed by Feng Yin.

As the drumbeat progressed, doubts gradually dissipated, and everyone was a little immersed in it.

"ping——pang——"

The rhythm of the drum beat changed.

Urgent and swift, like the eve of a storm.

Lightning and thunder, strong wind and rain.

"My mother! I'm so scared."

The director's dialect was so frightened that other people present were also scared. If they had a bad heart, they would be scared on the spot.

The exciting drumbeats hovered over the crew, drifted away, and spread to the adjacent crews.

The neighboring crew stopped filming because of the sound of drums.

"Which crew spends so much money to invite the master to come and play the drums?"