Perfect Life: System in the End of the World

Chapter 185 Lan Luoyu's asking price, early risers get the best
This is a dream.

In the dream, the woman was having a wedding.

The auditorium was full of guests.

The woman, wearing a wedding dress, exchanged rings with her new husband amid the master of ceremonies' speech.

“Let us congratulate the two newlyweds on their marriage.”

Fireworks bloomed and a rain of flowers fell.

The woman was held by her husband and spun around in a circle. She felt extremely happy physically and mentally. When she finished the circle, she looked up at her husband, only to see that his appearance had changed at some point and he had turned into another man.

The woman panicked and ran away subconsciously.

Pat-ta-ta-ta.
Horse hooves are flying on the road.

On the horse's back, the woman in a wedding dress leaned against the man and breathed a sigh of relief.

and many more.

The woman reacted, looked back at the man who was holding her and riding on the horse, and panicked again.

A man's voice rang in my ears: "Wife, why are you running?"

Yeah!

In the bedroom.

The woman suddenly opened her eyes and woke up, sitting up, looking dazed and with inexplicably dry mouth.

She raised her hand and wiped the beads of sweat from her forehead. Thinking back to the dream she had just had, her body and mind felt inexplicably weak.

Slow down.

She quickly dismissed those thoughts, checked the time, and found that she had only slept for an hour.

Somewhat thirsty.

The woman immediately got up from the bed, walked barefoot on the floor, and left the room quietly.

I came to the living room and there was no one there.

but.

She paused and looked towards the balcony, vaguely seeing a figure swaying.

Who is not sleeping at night?

The woman frowned and walked over quietly.

at the same time.

With his strong perception and observation skills, Song Cheng also noticed the subtle footsteps in the living room.

He wasn't wearing shoes, so I couldn't tell whose footsteps were coming from them.

However, he did not care who the unknown woman hiding in the living room was, and was still looking at the woman on the phone.

Under the lens.

Lan Luoyu was sitting on a chair, and her beautiful legs, which could not be seen in the live broadcast room, were wrapped in thin, transparent, shiny, white stockings that bound her flesh.

A cosplay dressed in white, is she cosplaying a white fox demon?

He admired the woman's figure wantonly, looked at her frosty face, and smiled indifferently.

Internal live broadcast perspective?

Lan Luoyu is obviously not that kind of frivolous anchor, so those things don't exist.

And he was obviously being disrespectful by asking this.

That's right.

He is deliberately disrespecting women and even insulting them.

The reason for doing this is naturally because I am angry.

In addition to the fact that the woman did not tell him about Jiang Caizhi's situation, another reason was that when they were in school, this woman always opposed him, which was very inexplicable.

Asking means you don't like him.

Since he met the woman, she has always disliked him and has always been against him.

If he said that he dumped the other person and they had a grudge against each other, then that's fine.

The problem is that the two of them have no emotional entanglement at all, nor any shameful relationship. They are just ordinary classmates.

But this woman just wanted to go against him in every way, for no reason at all.

The two people have the wrong auras and are naturally disgusted?
Who knows.

In short, if the other party was not Jiang Caizhi's friend, he would not bother to pay attention to this woman.

The situation is different now.

Now that he has the chance to settle the score and teach the woman a lesson, he won't be polite.

He couldn't afford to offend her before, and was too lazy to offend her. Now, he wanted to see whether this campus cosplay goddess who had always been against him and hated him would finally kneel down in front of him unwillingly and let him do whatever he wanted.

The thought fell.

He lost interest in blowing the wind, turned around and walked back to the living room, looked at the woman who was walking towards him in the dark, casually took the woman into his arms, and said in a deep voice: "Doctor Guan?"

Dark clouds blocked the moonlight, making the room even darker and harder to see clearly.

Eagle Eye is not night vision and its effect is limited.

However, from the pajamas the woman was wearing, it could be confirmed that they were Dr. Guan's pajamas.

So caught off guard.

The woman's body softened and she hummed softly.

"It's so late and you're still not sleeping?"

Song Chenglin asked the woman casually as he sat her down on the sofa.

"thirsty."

The woman's tone remained indifferent.

"It's late."

Song Cheng grabbed the woman's hand and gestured, then said softly, "The water is too cold, get yourself some hot milk."

There were no words in my ears.

The woman paused and started to heat the milk.

at the same time.

the other side.

Although Lan Luoyu was angry, he held it back and continued to analyze.

From the sound of his voice, the man sounded very young, somewhat deep, and his tone was strangely familiar.

Be generous and give rewards worth millions at will.

Just for that shameful internal live broadcast perspective?

impossible.

He is so rich, there are many women playing with him, and there are many female anchors willing to provide that kind of live broadcast perspective, so why bother looking for himself?

There must be other purposes.

"Boss, you've got to be kidding me."

At this moment, Song Jia saw that the atmosphere was frozen for a while, and quickly said in a low voice: "Our Sister Lan is not that kind of female anchor, she doesn't have that kind of inside perspective."

on the phone.

The man's voice sounded again: "So, how much does it cost to provide an inside live view?"

Lan Luoyu gritted his teeth slightly and his face became even colder.

"Boss, it's not about the money."

Song Jia trembled and said, "Our sister Lan is a serious anchor. She really doesn't have that kind of live broadcast perspective."

On the phone, the man's voice remained deep and he said calmly, "Tell me a number."

Song Jia wanted to cry but had no tears: "Really not, boss."

The man continued, "Ten thousand a minute."

hiss!
Song Jia took a breath and opened her mouth without saying anything.

Ten thousand per minute?
Oh my god.

If you live stream for one hour a day, that’s 600,000, and 185 million a month.

sizzle!
No wonder so many female anchors fall for it. The money is too easy to make. It's outrageous to earn $600,000 without doing anything.

Is it illegal?
As long as it is not spread, not known to others, not exposed, and kept private, and at most it is a sexual interest between men and women, there seems to be no problem?
Song Jia wavered, looked at Sister Lan, looked expectant, and shouted silently: "Sister, why don't you try it?"

In this regard.

Lan Luoyu glared at the assistant, feeling extremely angry, and gritted his teeth and asked, "Is the boss rich?"

On the phone, the man said slowly, "So?"

Lan Luoyu sneered: "Okay, give me 100 million, I can meet all your requirements, you can play as you like."

Having said this, it was obvious that she was also irritated.

"One hundred million"

Song Jia repeated it subconsciously. It was hard to imagine how much money one hundred million was, how to spend it, and whether she could spend it all in a lifetime.

That's one hundred million.

With Sister Lan’s current studio and earning power, if she can earn more than one million a year, she’ll have to work hard for a hundred years.

This is just an ideal state.

You know, as a 2D cosplayer, Sister Lan’s current popularity has reached its peak. It’s hard to increase her fan base and it’s also hard to improve her earning power.

Cosplay relies on youth and cannot last long.

Cultivating other COS does not mean that you can cultivate them successfully. If you want to make them big and strong, it is as difficult as climbing to the sky.

There is a high probability that you will not be able to earn 100 million even if you work hard for your entire life.

Now just ask for 100 million directly. If you really get that, then why bother with cosplay? Just enjoy life and be a toy for your boss. How comfortable it is.

In today's society, few ordinary people can make a name for themselves.

The live streaming craze in the past few years has indeed created quite a few live streaming hosts, and the money they make is as easy as blowing in the wind.

But that little bit of money is nothing compared to the real capital.

And the higher those people fly, the harder they fall, and the ending is not much better.

All in all, it's too difficult to make money.

If there really is 100 million, no one can refuse it.

But, is it possible?

This is 100 million.

Song Jia couldn't help but look at her phone, waiting for a reply from the boss on the other side.

"One hundred million"

A man's voice rang out on the phone, and he said with a smile, "You really dare to ask for it."

Lan Luoyu snorted coldly: "So, can you afford it?"

The man simply said: "Although you are not worth 100 million to me, I can give it to you. After all, this amount of money is no different from one dollar in the eyes of ordinary people."

What a loud tone.

Lan Luoyu stood up, crossed his arms, approached the phone camera, and sneered, "Okay, give it to me whenever you want, and I'll let you play with it whenever you want."

The man said calmly: "I am looking forward to it."

After that, the video was hung up.

Is it really coming?

Song Jia looked at the hung up video call on her cell phone, looking dazed and incredulous.

"Sister Lan, you...we are going to send it out."

Glancing at the assistant.

Lan Luoyu exhaled and said calmly: "Don't dream, this person should give up when he sees the difficulty."

She knew very well the value of 100 million.

As the man said, she also knew that she was not worth 100 million.

All I said was to get the other party to get lost. After all, no matter how rich a person is, it is impossible for him to give 100 million just by saying so.

That's 100 million, an astronomical figure for ordinary people, including her.

"But, what if they really gave it to me?"

Song Jia couldn't help looking forward to it. "Let him play as he pleases."

Lan Luoyu said unhappily: "It's late, go to bed."

Song Jia's eyes turned wildly and she said, "No, Sister Lan, what a great opportunity. And judging from the voice, the boss is still very young. He is definitely not a bald, greasy guy."

"Should we take some private photos for the boss?"

"Hook the boss. If he really gets 100 million, we'll be in trouble."

Just dream.

There are no such good things in the world, and even if there are, the price is definitely unbearable.

The most reliable thing is to earn your own hard-earned money honestly.

Lan Luoyu was too lazy to pay attention and left on his own.

Song Jia was disappointed. She looked at her phone and thought of something. Without even raising her head, she said, "Sister Lan, I'll send your previous photos to the boss."

Lan Luoyu turned a deaf ear and disappeared completely.

Song Jia didn't feel tired at all and excitedly began to organize her previous photo shoots.

These photos are prepared for offline signings and for VIP fans in the live broadcast room, and there are large quantities to satisfy your needs.

I don’t know whether the boss will think highly of it.

One hundred million
After posting the photo, Song Jia yawned and went back to her room, unable to sleep all night.

next door.

Lan Luoyu was also inexplicably upset and couldn't sleep.

one hundred million
Who is that man? What should I do if he really gives me 100 million?
You can play with her, but what if it gets too perverted, like using whips or candles or something like that?

So annoying.
the other side.

Inside the mansion, balcony.

Song Cheng put his phone down and concentrated on enjoying the tranquility of the night.

One hundred million, no more, no less.

Although he now has a large personal asset of 20 billion US dollars, he does not have much cash flow.

Including the thirty consecutive draws this morning, I won 666 million X3, and the cash I currently have is just over million.

This is the remaining cash after giving Xu Ruyan 10 million.

This amount of cash is really not enough, but it is enough for him and he can never spend it all.

There is nothing to spend.

The system gave him everything, including a luxury house and a luxury car, and he didn't need to spend a penny.

Of course it is impossible to give Lan Luoyu 100 million directly.

Gotta find another way.

He now has an investment fund of 300 million yuan, of which 100 million yuan will be left for Shen Yijin to develop a boutique coffee shop, and the remaining 100 million yuan will be invested in Lan Luoyu's studio.

Time passes while I am thinking.

Twelve o'clock at midnight.

Song Cheng exhaled and drank a sip of tea.

The night was dark.

When the dark clouds left, the moonlight shone again.

After drinking the hot milk, the woman returned to her room, and Song Cheng also returned to Sister Yun's room, hugged his good sister's soft body and fell asleep to relieve his worries.

The next day, early morning.

It's another sunny day.

In the bedroom.

Song Cheng came back to his senses, and before he opened his eyes, he had already seen the system information appear.

[You have survived for 24 hours and obtained 26696 survival points (including development bonus). Survival rating: perfect.]

[You get the perfect evaluation reward: advanced gene optimization fluid, supplies X26696, random advanced skill book X1 (including training bonus: elementary X2, intermediate X1). ]

It’s another great harvest day.

Song Chengdon felt satisfied and recovered the unused supplies. The total survival points once again exceeded 100,000.

Looking at the development points, I have accumulated 3,000 points, and I can do 30 consecutive draws.

【Today’s lucky color: black】

Black, ok.
He was not in a hurry to get up, but kept his eyes closed, pretending to be asleep.

A woman's voice sounded in my ears.

"Yan Yan, this is not right."

The good sister's voice was as gentle as ever. She seemed to be explaining something, speaking softly.

Xu Ruyan was studying something seriously without saying a word.

Song Cheng enjoyed it, his thoughts dancing.

It seems that the effect of advanced life energy enhancement is very good.

Although my good sister was still very sensitive and was no match for me, her recovery ability was sufficient and she could recover no matter how much energy she consumed. As a result, she woke up so early, even earlier than me.

"Sister Yun."

Song Cheng opened his mouth slightly and called softly as if in a dream.

The next moment, the good sister slowly leaned into his arms and gave him a gentle kiss.

"Well, is Chengcheng awake?"

Song Cheng did not wake up, but continued talking in his sleep.

"Sister Yun, I want to eat peaches."

The good sister naturally agreed to such a request and offered a big peach on her own initiative.

Half an hour later, Xu Ruyan left.

Song Cheng opened his eyes and woke up.

In front of him, his beloved sister was leaning in his arms with a rosy complexion, her body weak.

"Bad Cheng Cheng"

Yu Meiyun said coquettishly, with infinite tenderness and charm in her watery eyes.

"Good sister"

Song Cheng breathed rapidly, turned over, and hugged his good sister's soft and solid flesh. He easily got up from the bed, kissed her deeply and passionately, and walked into the bathroom.

In the bathroom, after another half an hour of tossing and turning.

Yu Meiyun's watery eyes were dazed, her mouth was open without a word, her limp body fell on the soft bed, unable to move at all.

Kissed my good sister on the lips.

Song Cheng left the room reluctantly and came to the door of the next room, where he happened to see Ms. Shen, who got up and walked out, yawning and looking resentful.

"It's so loud in the morning. It's really annoying."

The woman complained, wearing a tight, light, silk pajamas with suspenders, and her beautiful legs were wrapped in thin, transparent, shiny flesh-colored stockings.

Hug a woman.

Song Cheng walked into the room and said with a smile, "Then go back and argue."

Shen Yizhen hugged her arms and said coquettishly, "I'm not the kind of woman who only cries and screams."

Song Cheng raised his eyebrows and immediately spurred his horse into a gallop.

Facts have proved that no matter how tough Ms. Shen's words were, she could not withstand the baptism of the scorching sun. In the end, she softened completely, crying and shouting, her voice became hoarse, and she drew circles all over the room.

finally.

Song Cheng used the advanced genetic enhancement he had just harvested on the woman, then patted the woman's limp body and left the room.

I couldn't hold on for just fifteen minutes. I'm not even as good as Sister Yun.

Shake his head.

He returned to the first floor refreshed and started making breakfast.

"Mr. Song, good morning."

Xu Ruyan and Wei Xuanxuan had already packed up. They crossed their shiny black and flesh-colored stockings and walked over with their silk feet in high heels swaying.

"Morning, did you sleep well last night?"

Song Cheng asked casually.

"Very good."

Xu Ruyan smiled sweetly.

"Yanyan."

Wei Xuanxuan smiled and said softly, "We should help our good brother cook together."

Xu Ruyan blinked and said, "Okay, Sister Xuanxuan, what should we do?"

Wei Xuanxuan said calmly: "We need to make breakfast milk, just follow me."

As she spoke, the woman squatted down with her beautiful legs in black stockings together and picked up the tools.

Xu Ruyan looked serious.

Looking at the two women working very carefully with their help.

Song Cheng let out a breath and prepared other breakfast.

After breakfast is ready.

After the two women finished their work, their complexions looked rosy.

Guan Lingzhi and her aunt also woke up, packed up and walked out of the room.

"Chengcheng, where are Meiyun and Yizhen?"

At the dining table, Qin Xiuru's complexion was visibly better. She sipped the breakfast milk that the two women had carefully prepared for her. She looked satisfied and asked casually.

Song Cheng went upstairs for a while, then went downstairs with the two weak women in his arms and sat down at the dining table.

We had a very enjoyable breakfast.

After meal.

Song Cheng explained something to Guan Lingzhi, and then left home with his aunt.

Got in the car.

Qin Xiuru was adjusting her cheongsam, with her beautiful legs in flesh-colored shiny silk together between the slits of her skirt. She sat in the passenger seat with a dignified and elegant posture.

"Auntie, today is Chinese Valentine's Day."

Song Cheng asked casually: "Do you have any plans?"

Qin Xiuru said calmly, "Qixi Festival is such a wonderful day. You should have some fun with Yuzhu."

Song Cheng nodded and said, "Aunt, do you have any suggestions?"

Qin Xiuru said with a smile: "There is a good concert at Lanyun Mountain this afternoon. You can go and see it."

Lanyun Mountain, a famous landmark in Yuncheng.

The mountain is not high, only about 100 meters above sea level, and the scenery is beautiful.

"concert"

Song Cheng pondered and said, "Sister Yuzhu must be used to elegant places. If you want to go, go to a place you have never been to."

Qin Xiuru patted her son-in-law's hand and warned him, "Don't do anything bad."

Song Cheng said casually: "How could that be? I remember there is bungee jumping on Lanyun Mountain. I plan to take Sister Yuzhu there to experience it."

Qin Xiuru frowned and said, "No, it's too dangerous."

Song Cheng simply said, "Auntie is worried, so let's go together."

Qin Xiuru said softly, "Okay, I'll go over and keep an eye on you guys to prevent you from messing around."

Song Cheng was amused.

Qin Xiuru hit her son-in-law's hand in annoyance.

Not hit.

Still hiding?

The beautiful woman refused to give in and started chasing and hitting him.

Song Cheng dodged it easily and slipperily, teasing his aunt constantly.

(End of this chapter)