Send a red envelope - 200 yuan!

The first thing that happened to join the group was Wang Dali, who was spilling a bunch of red envelopes. Although there were so many people in the group that were not short of money, many people were still bombarded.

"Did you make a big effort?"

"Legend Cowhide!"

"I can still bear it."

Wang Dali: "The new book is not good, please help me, please give me a chapter to give me a chapter?"

In fact, Wang Dali knew that Zhangtui was of little use. Moreover, asking Zhangtui was a very bad thing, and most people were unhappy to give it, but because of the difficulty of giving it to others, they were inevitably unhappy.

But one chapter is useless. What if it is ten, what if it is a hundred?

When a large number of authors in Qidian give him a chapter at the same time, they can always bring out a rhythm. As for whether those curious readers can continue to watch it, it is not what he should care about.

As long as they read a chapter, even if each person only provides one poison point, Wang Dali will not lose.

"Dali, your book is not good. It's useless to push it for more chapters. Open a new book."

Indeed, from a normal perspective, Wang Dali's book is a poisonous one. Even if he is confronted with twenty golden alliances, it will only be exposed in a short period of time, and he will inevitably have to lose in the future.

After all, readers are not fools, and there are still a few people who really like this at Qidian.

But what Wang Dali wants is short-term exposure. As for the completion of the God, what is that? Is the God worth a little money?

If you ask Qidian Platinum, can he earn hundreds of millions of dollars in a book? It seems that he can.

But that is a mass that can only be achieved after years or even decades of accumulation and fermentation. And in this era, it is already a fantasy to create another group of great masters of that level.

Besides, new gods emerge one after another, and the old god fell like a drizzle. Wang Dali used to be the man who could pick up some great god's appointment, so why wouldn't he still eat instant noodles every day?

Therefore, fame is false. He has long since wanted to write a so-called classic of the world. As long as he makes money, who cares about that.

"It is recommended to open a new book and add one. It is also interesting in the early stage. The wave of poison before it was released was too hurt."

Seeing their unanimous suggestions, Wang Dali was expressionless and silently sent two hundred red envelopes.

"Please give me some advice!"

"I think Dali's book still has potential. I might get up with a chapter? Lishen, you have to protect me in the future..."

"Thank you guys!" After saying that, there were a few more red envelopes of 100.

"I also think this book seems to be poisonous, but it actually contains mystery. Let me scan it carefully and come back to be a class representative for everyone."

-100￥

-100￥

-100￥

...

"Legend, you are simply my idol! I dare not give it to the idol?"

"It smells so good!"

I spent thousands of yuan and asked for more than thirty chapters to recommend it. Of course, not everyone here is a great god. Real great gods don’t look down on such a little red envelope.

But the atmosphere has become popular, and with some favors, many people still choose to recommend this chapter.

After closing the group, Wang Dali felt that everything he could do was almost done, and he was just about to go to Taobao to buy a set meal.

After dinner, I read the book for a while and started another round of typing.

...

"Master Xu, we have done everything as you told me, look..."

In the huge office, there were five people standing in front of Xu Feng.

They are Bai Jie's parents, Ma Fei's parents, and the director of a certain hospital.

Xu Feng smiled slightly and raised his finger. The female secretary of the Iceberg next to him took out five bank cards and said, "As stated before, each person has 10 million. In addition, there is one million, which is the reward given to you by the young master."

"Thank you, thank you, Xu!"

The five people were so grateful that they left the office respectfully.

Before the door was closed, the voice of the female secretary suddenly came from inside: "Remember, if this matter is leaked, what will happen...you understand."

"I understand, understand." The five of them each wiped cold sweat.

Especially Bai Jie and Ma Fei's parents, they knew that Ma Fei had made a fortune now, earning a salary of one million a month and having a wide connection.

But compared with this Young Master Xu, it was a crow standing in front of the phoenix. Whether for the sake of interests or for their own safety, they didn't think there was any problem with doing this.

Bai Jie's parents were even more frightened and hiding a hint of ecstasy.

Young Master Xu is obviously interested in their daughter. If this can be caused, is it a big deal for just Ma Fei?

They each left the building with their own thoughts.

In the afternoon, Xu Feng suddenly returned to his villa. Bai Jie, who was arranging the chef to prepare dinner, was a little dazed.

"Why are you back so early? Sorry, I'll tell the chefs to speed up."

"No." Seeing the woman who tried her best to make her the housekeeper of this villa, Xu Feng's eyes were full of tenderness.

But deep in these eyes, there was a little resentment and ruthlessness.

"What do you think you have something to worry about today?"

"No, no." Bai Jie was shocked all over and retorted quickly, but her pale face betrayed her.

Xu Feng opened a bottle of valuable red wine, poured two glasses, and said, "Please drink with me. The wine can drive away all the worries."

He knew that Bai Jie would not drink alcohol, but when the wine glass was handed to her, she did not refuse.

This morning, she should have met Ma Fei's parents and received the paternity test.

That's why she is so unconservative, and she is like a walking corpse.

The two of them were drinking wine, but they didn't say anything, and the atmosphere was extremely strange. It was not until Bai Jie's pale face gradually became rosy that she said with tears in her eyes: "Why, why did you treat me like this? What did I do wrong, me and him..."

"You're right."

Your biggest mistake is to reject me.

"I really love him, but..." Bai Jie suddenly remembered something and said anxiously: "Did Ma Fei come back with you?"

After the incident in the morning, Ma Fei seemed to be unable to bear the blow and left directly. Later, he sent her a message and said he had returned to the company.

Xu Feng shook his head and said, "No, I asked him to do something, it will probably take a long time to come back. Why, you don't seem to want to see him."

"I, I don't know. However, it's better for me to not meet him in a short time." As he said that, Bai Jie started crying again.

Xu Feng quietly hugged her shoulder and whispered: "Don't worry, everything will pass..."

And he will never appear in front of you again.

Xu Feng sipped red wine, his expression gradually became vicious.

...

Buzzing!

The sudden sound of the engine made Wang Dali's thoughts instantly confused.

Looking out the window, several fancy cars drove past his yard.

Their speed is extremely fast, and no one heard Wang Dali even if he wants to curse.

Damn, why are there so many racing parties recently?

After cursing and closing the window, Wang Dali didn't think much about it and adjusted his mind to continue typing.

At the end of the road outside his courtyard, the leading car suddenly stopped. The tall woman opened the car door and looked back at the small courtyard.
Chapter completed!