Godly Tycoon: From the moment I received the private message
9 Mr. Mysterious’s tip!

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Gao Haibo's intentions were also very obvious!

As long as he dared to go to the class reunion, everyone would add fuel to the fire and trample on Lin Yu's dignity again!

Once a man's jealousy swelled, it was even more terrifying than a woman's!

"She has become an internet celebrity? I really don't know."

Lin Yu suddenly smiled.

"There are many things you don't know. She was the new internet celebrity," Little Yao 'er ", who had become very popular on the Internet recently. You haven't been in contact with everyone for so many years. It's indeed a little difficult for you to keep up with the pace. Sigh, it's all my fault. I shouldn't have told you this!”Gao Haibo pretended to be regretful.

"Good! When is the gathering? I'll definitely go!”

Lin Yu's words surprised Gao Haibo.

He really dared to go?

After bidding farewell to Gao Haibo, Lin Yu returned to his rented apartment.

He followed her!

"You have successfully followed the music streamer Little Yao 'er. You have received a cash reward of 3.37 million yuan and obtained god-level singing and performance skills!”

Lin Yu realized that there were not many people in Shen Mengyao's live broadcast room.

3.37 million fans.

On the current livestream hour chart, he was ranked in the ninetieth place, barely holding onto his position in the top hundred.

However, Lin Yu also noticed it.

Most importantly, Shen Mengyao's looks and figure were not bad. Even if it was a raw photo, without any filter or level 10 beauty, she could still beat a bunch of flirtatious female streamers.

The reason why her ranking wasn't high was because she didn't have enough fans to give her tips.

In other words, there was no sugar daddy!

All the gifts were accumulated bit by bit.

"Little Yao, you said last time that as long as someone gave the highest reward and had more than one million fans, they would have the chance to meet offline?”

At this moment, someone asked in the chat box!

One million fan points was a gift of 10,000 yuan!

It was neither high nor low!

"Um. Yes!"

Shen Mengyao was stunned for a moment and then said!

This was also a method she had no choice but to use to increase her popularity!

As soon as she finished speaking, ten rockets popped up on the screen! Each rocket had 100,000 fans!

User " I Want Your Person " rewarded one rocket!

User " I Want Your Person " rewarded 2 rockets!

User " I Want Your Person " rewarded 3 rockets!

……

User " I Want Your Person " rewarded 10 rockets!

Rockets filled the screen!

Shen Mengyao was knocked out by the ten rockets.

"Little Yao, the first place is mine now.”

I want your people to say it in the chat box!

Shen Mengyao did not expect that someone would tip her with 1 million fan points the moment she came up!

She clicked on the person's profile and saw that the profile picture should be the person himself. He was an ordinary middle-aged man with a slightly bald head. From the background, he looked like a programmer!

This was still a little different from Shen Mengyao's expectations!

"Send me your WeChat now. Let's chat privately!”

I want your people to be impatient.

Spending 10,000 yuan to have an opportunity to communicate with a beauty of this level offline was definitely a profit!

This kind of operation was what he was most passionate about!

At this moment!

User " Mr. Mysterious " rewarded one aircraft carrier!

Shen Mengyao was stunned. That user was also stunned!

An aircraft carrier would have exactly 1 million fans!

They had yet to react.

The second aircraft carrier flew past the screen!

Two aircraft carriers!

2 million fans!

"Thank you, little brother, for your aircraft carrier! I'll give you a kiss, okay!"

It wasn't just the fan points! It could even attract external traffic! The effect would be sensational!

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