C12 Poison-tongued Man

The atmosphere in the room instantly became somewhat comical.

The page on Meng Xiaoyu's phone caused everyone to widen their eyes in shock.

"This... This is impossible!" The corner of Pan Jiping's eyes twitched as waves of shock surged through his heart.

Only the rich could afford a T XT dress worth 100,000 yuan. However, this person was definitely not Ling Chen!

A person with a monthly income of four digits and a salary of less than 100,000 yuan per year could not afford such an expensive item.

Hu Huihui also frowned.

Honestly speaking, she was also in doubt.

Giving a dress worth 100,000 yuan as a gift to someone was not something that an ordinary person could do.

However, no matter how she looked at it, Ling Chen did not seem like a rich person. Putting aside the dress, just his temperament was miles away from a rich person.

Miao Xiuyuan's head was a little short-circuited.

He stared at Ling Chen's face, revealing an expression that he could not grasp.

A genuine product?

Are you kidding me?

That was 100,000 yuan!

"Xuanxuan, who is this Ling Chen? Is he your friend? Is he too rich? You have to know that the official price of the T XT lace short-sleeved dress is 100,000 yuan!" Meng Xiaoyu stared at Zi Xuan with eyes full of curiosity.

As an outdoor live streamer with a small reputation, her monthly income was only 50,000 to 60,000 yuan every day.

If she could get to know a rich person like Ling Chen and introduce him to her, then her monthly income would at least double or even triple.

"He is my classmate…" Zi Xuan turned around and looked at Ling Chen as she said in a submissive manner.

At this moment, she was also quite shocked.

In the university, Ling Chen's background was known by everyone. He had grown up in an orphanage, and every year, he had to rely on the money he earned from the holidays to barely make a living.

After graduating, she did not pay much attention to Ling Chen. She only occasionally heard about Ling Chen's situation from her classmates.

Up until now, Ling Chen's salary seemed to be around 5,000 to 6,000 yuan. If he could afford to buy a 100,000 yuan dress, it would be unless he had won the lottery.

"Really?" Meng Xiaoyu was quite surprised when she heard this.

"A classmate gave you such a precious gift? Today is not April Fool's Day, don't make fun of me!"

"Quickly tell me, did you hide this boyfriend of yours for many years? Is there a gold mine at home? How does he look?"

Hearing Meng Xiaoyu's series of questions, Zi Xuan felt a headache.

"Aiya, I already said that we are classmates. What are you thinking about?"

"He is right here. You can ask him yourself!"

"He's right here?!" Meng Xiaoyu covered her mouth and swept her gaze across the entire place. Her eyes revealed a hint of astonishment.

"He… who is he?"

Suddenly, a voice sounded.

"It's me!"

Meng Xiaoyu focused and saw a handsome man leaning on the sofa with a smile on his face.

"You… you are that poisonous tongued man from Qianhao Commercial Street?!"

Zi Xuan was stunned.

Everyone was also stunned.

What was going on?

Meng Xiaoyu and Ling Chen knew each other?

"The title of poisonous tongued man sounds a bit awkward. I prefer to call you Handsome." Ling Chen flicked his finger and smiled meaningfully.

Meng Xiaoyu rolled her eyes.

"You still have the nerve to say that? If I knew you were so venomous, I wouldn't have called you Handsome at the beginning. The fans in the entire live broadcast room were poisoned by a bowl of poisonous chicken soup, and I had to apologize afterwards."

As she spoke, she walked in front of Ling Chen and waved her hand.

"Give it to me!"

Ling Chen looked at Meng Xiaoyu with a guarded expression and said seriously, "I'm a proper person. I won't sell my chastity!"

"Don't think too much about it!" Meng Xiaoyu's forehead was full of black lines as she said speechlessly, "Who wants your chastity? I want you to return the two hundred yuan to me."

"You are too stingy. Didn't we agree that the two hundred yuan was the labor fee?"

Meng Xiaoyu said angrily, "You are the stingy one. You can give me a dress worth a hundred thousand yuan, which means that you are at least a millionaire. You actually came to trick me, a small streamer. Do you have no shame?"

"Who said I am rich? In everyone's eyes, I am just a hypocritical poor guy who buys fake goods to fool people." Ling Chen shrugged his hands and retorted.

"Everyone, don't you think so?"

The expressions of Pan Jiping and the others all became ugly.

Ling Chen's words were truly like insulting them.

"Stop pretending. Everyone can tell that this dress is authentic. If you can't tell, then you have a problem with your brain." Meng Xiaoyu said with her hands on her hips, her voice as forceful as a cannon.

"If you don't give me the money, don't blame me for being blind!"

After saying that, she clenched her fists and waved them around with a fierce expression.

"Alright, alright, alright. I am afraid of you." Ling Chen did not know whether to laugh or cry. He reached into his pocket and took out two hundred yuan notes, handing them to Meng Xiaoyu. "Take it."

Unexpectedly, Meng Xiaoyu shook her head and said, "I don't accept cash. Add me on Weixin and transfer the money to me."

The corner of Ling Chen's mouth twitched.

This girl's request was too strange.

Suddenly, he seemed to have thought of something, and a trace of interest flashed in his eyes.

"Miss Meng, don't tell me you want to use the transfer... to borrow my Weixin?"

Meng Xiaoyu's face immediately turned red, as if she was a kitten whose tail had been stepped on.

"You... Stop being so narcissistic. I, Meng Xiaoyu, want to add a person's Weixin, and... and I don't need to use this kind of method."

"If that's the case, then I'll ask my friend to transfer the money to you."

"You…" Meng Xiaoyu almost choked Ling Chen to death.

This straight man, did he have to tell her everything?

Ding! Hate from the host, Meng Xiaoyu, increased by 77!

Ling Chen secretly laughed in his heart.

As expected, Meng Xiaoyu didn't care about the two hundred yuan at all. She just wanted to add him to her WeChat. Otherwise, she wouldn't have accepted cash.

Sigh!

It was all his fault for his charisma!

Under everyone's strange gazes, Meng Xiaoyu finally added Ling Chen to her WeChat as she wished.

Husband of the nation, Ling Xiaotu…

Hmm… What a low nickname!

Hu Huihui watched from the side and snorted coldly from time to time.

She knew Meng Xiaoyu's thoughts very well. She only wanted to get close to Ling Chen because he was worth a lot of money.

However, she was a little unhappy. Why didn't Ling Chen say that he was rich? Why did he have to pretend to be a bumpkin? Was it really that interesting?

If this guy had shown it earlier, she wouldn't have let Meng Xiaoyu take the initiative. With her beauty, she would have easily captured Ling Chen in a few seconds.

Ding! Hate from Hu Huihui increased by 99!

"Hmm?" Ling Chen's figure paused as he glanced at Hu Huihui.

What was going on with this woman?

He had never provoked Hu Huihui in the room.

Then why did she hate him so much?

Could it be that she envied his 'wealth' and had the mentality of a rich person?

"You only know that I have a lot of money, but you don't know that I have a lot of talent, a lot of people, a lot of virtue!" Ling Chen sighed, feeling as if he was being suppressed by money.

Looking at the time, he realized that it was already five o'clock in the afternoon. He had been in the room for almost fifteen minutes.

Thinking that Fu Miaozhu was still waiting for him in the hall, Ling Chen thought for a moment, stood up, and said, "Zi Xuan, I still have something to do, so I'll be leaving first. I wish you a pleasant time."

"No way!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Meng Xiaoyu and Hu Huihui said at the same time.

Meng Xiaoyu wanted to know more about Ling Chen.

Hu Huihui wanted to get closer to Ling Chen.

If Ling Chen left now, it would be very difficult for them to meet again in the future.

Everyone looked at the two girls with strange expressions on their faces.

"Why not?" Ling Chen asked in confusion.

Meng Xiaoyu said reluctantly, "Today is Xuanxuan's birthday. As his classmate, you left in less than half an hour. This is too impolite. You should at least wait a little longer!"

"You're right." Hu Huihui quickly agreed.

"Then... let's sing a song. It's Xuanxuan's birthday, how can we miss the singing part!"

With the two girls singing and Hu Huihui urging them, Ling Chen could only sit down and send Fu Miaozhu a message, telling her to wait a few more minutes.

During the singing, many people surrounded Ling Chen and started to talk to him.

As for Pan Jiping, no one paid any attention to him.

After all, compared to the 100,000 yuan dress that Ling Chen gave him, his bag of 12,000 yuan was insignificant.

Perhaps it was because no one wanted to flatter him, or because they were jealous of Ling Chen, Pan Jiping gritted his teeth and seemed to have made up his mind.

He picked up the microphone and coughed a few times.

"Everyone, why don't we go to the Venerable One's Royal KTV's recording studio?"

A skinny boy frowned and said, "The Venerable One's Royal KTV recording studio is very expensive. I went there once with a client before, and it would cost 10,000 yuan per hour in the lowest grade bronze recording studio."

"I have also heard of it, but the environment inside the recording studio is very good. It is several times bigger than the ordinary studio. There are professional recording studios inside, and the equipment is complete. Many third and fourth-string singers often come here to record songs." Another guy with glasses nodded.

"Most importantly, if you want to enter the recording studio, you must have a pass. That thing is very difficult for ordinary people to get!"

"It's okay, the cost will be on me." Pan Jiping smiled.

"I happen to have a Gold Password Card, so I can go to the Golden recording studio to play."

As he spoke, he took out a golden card. Under the light of the lamp, the card was dazzling.