The strangeness has come, I am a god with trillions of ghost money

Chapter 100 Fighting for a show for her
The office suddenly became quiet.

This time, not only Chai Yu and Duan Lejie widened their eyes, but the two weirdos who had just arrived were also dumbfounded.

Especially when they saw the old man counting money.

The stack of paper money in the old man's hand was as thick as a teacup. It took him a long time to count how many there were.

A total of more than 600,000!

"Oh my God!"

After the old man finished counting, he, the ghost, was also shocked, and his hands holding the paper money were shaking constantly.

Hearing the old man's exclamation, Song Mang took out his mobile phone and took a look at his live broadcast room.

Because Xi Yu, the resentful paper-made man, was unwilling to help her with the live broadcast, after Song Mang came to the second floor, he started the live broadcast with his mobile phone.

But she doesn't always use her phone camera to shoot outside. Sometimes she is too lazy to shoot and just turns on the live broadcast and puts the phone in her pocket.

So for a while, the audience in the live broadcast room could hear the sound but couldn’t see the picture, and they were extremely anxious.

There were several wealthy people in the live broadcast room who kept giving Song Mang rockets and carnivals as rewards, just to get her to show her camera to film the situation nearby.

Song Mang glanced at the screen full of reward effects and said speechlessly, "I was wondering why my money keeps increasing. It's all because of the rewards you give me every day!"

Every time she destroyed a copy, a group of people would give her rewards like crazy, and no amount of persuasion would stop them.

The live broadcast room is now more popular, with more people watching it and giving rewards!

Before, Song Mang could still mock them for giving one or two million as a mere drop in the bucket, but now it’s more than that!

[What's wrong with a few melons and dates? I want to give you a reward. Don't hide the camera, let us see it! ]

[That's right, this is the first six-star dungeon in Jiang City. This level of dungeon is rare in the whole country. Let's see how to clear it! ]

[I bet a dime that when the boss comes out of the copy, this copy will disappear, and we won't need to go through it! ]

[This is a six-star copy. It is incomparable to other low-star copies. It is difficult to destroy, right?

Although I think it's a bit risky to destroy this copy, I support the host's behavior. Come on, host! 】

Seeing that there was no sign of a decrease in the donations in the live broadcast room, Song Mang thought that she was not the only rich person in the world, there were many other rich people.

Why are they all giving her large rewards without any hesitation?
How can she not spend more and more money? !
Song Mang sighed again, raised his hand and waved it, and got five million ghost money to cover the entire coffee table.

She looked at the two newcomers and said, "One of you is a pianist and the other is a cellist, right? Perform one for me.

After performing a piece of music and feeling satisfied, I can take a stack of paper money for the dead here, as many times as I want.”

All the weirdness:!!!
One of the strange eyes fell out in shock, then he quickly picked it up and put it back.

Seeing so much paper money for the dead on the coffee table, the old man who had just received the money and the ghost puppeteer who had not received the money were also shocked.

The old man rushed over and stopped the two weirdos who were trying to get the money, "Wait a minute! It's not the opera house's performance time now, you don't need to perform! Let me do it! I can learn to play the piano right now!
I am over 300 years old, it is a good age to learn new skills! Let the experienced old people run this world, you young people should step down! "

The two weirdos suddenly became anxious.

"You can't play the piano, so what can you play? I'm a pianist who studied abroad. I have a certificate! Professional matters should be left to professionals!"

"Yes, yes. Although it's not the opera house's performance time now, I see that this girl has an extraordinary demeanor. I think she has elegant hobbies. It wouldn't be a big deal to play a song for her!"

The three weirdos almost got into a fight.

At this time, the ghost puppeteer coughed lightly and said, "Ms. Song, actually... um... I can play the cello a little bit. I quite like this art, so I studied it for a while."

Song Mang looked at him suspiciously, "You know a little? Then you are not professional. What if you can't play well?"

The puppeteer said confidently, "Of course not. Everyone who has heard my performance says it's very good."

Song Mang: “…”

That's not what you just said!

A strange man suddenly asked, "You two are not professionals, why do you have to perform? Do you two have a piano and a cello? If you don't even have a piano, how can you talk about performing!" The old man glanced at him and asked, "You have a piano?"

The other person replied, "Of course I have one. I have a performance tonight, and the piano is in the piano room."

The old man thought for a moment and said, "Then go get the piano. Don't keep the young lady waiting for too long."

The two weirdos looked at each other and rushed out of the office door.

Go to the piano room to get the piano!

Not long after, they came back.

One of the monsters came in holding a cello, and the other monster floated in holding a piano.

After the musical instruments were in place, the two weirdos looked excitedly at the paper money for the dead on the coffee table.

They bowed to Song Mang and said, "Dear guest, what song would you like to listen to?"

Song Mang: "Whatever."

As soon as she finished speaking, the old man and the puppeteer beside her suddenly moved, kicking the two musicians out of the office.

Bang.

The office door is closed.

The old man sat next to the piano, the puppeteer picked up the cello, and began to play for Song Mang.

Song Mang: “…”

Xiao Junze: "..."

There was a knock on the door outside.

Bang bang bang!
"Open the door, that's our instrument!"

"I want to play, let me play, I am a professional performer, what's wrong with you!"

The two monsters outside the door let out heart-wrenching screams, as if someone inside had killed their parents.

"You guys are really going too far!"

"Open the door quickly! If you don't open the door, we will not be polite! Someone will come to deal with you!"

After the two weird creatures were kicked out, they couldn't get in no matter what. It was obvious that the puppeteer had tampered with the door, preventing them from getting in through the door.

The melodious sound of cello came.

Accompanied by the old man's piano playing.

Song Mang's mouth twitched, and he looked at the old man and said, "Old man, don't play the piano anymore. It sounds like slaughtering a pig. Go watch a video and learn first."

The old man had no choice but to stop and squat beside to learn.

The ghost puppeteer did not lie, he could really play the cello. He probably didn't want to play for Song Mang before, so he said he couldn't play the cello.

Song Mang was listening to the cello performance leisurely, waiting for Manager Gui to bring up the dessert, but suddenly a discordant singing voice broke into the melodious cello sound.

Then the singing became louder and louder.

As the soprano's voice sounded, the singing directly covered up the sound of the violin. The harsh and sharp singing made people feel uncomfortable.

Song Mang stood up from the sofa and saw three oil paintings hanging on the wall behind the sofa.

Sudden.

Shibaha shouted, "Red dancing shoes! I saw the red dancing shoes, the red dancing shoes are there!"

(End of this chapter)