Regardless of whether Qian Dachao believes it or not, Jiang Dongliu gritted his teeth and continued to write: "My friends know my 'problem'. They say they are lending me money, but they actually give me money and borrow my hands to do good deeds. They never chase me to ask for debts. But I can't take these charity money for nothing. I am not a charity organization. I must pay back the money after borrowing it. Whenever I pay it back, I will definitely pay it back before that."

Qian Dachao said with a embarrassed face: "No wonder you are always tight on your hands. I have made a lot of signing fees, but I have never seen you spend money indiscriminately."

"I don't have much desire to spend money, material things are like a cloud of me. I just want to make money to fulfill my promise to repay the money."

"How much does it cost to you owed your friends?"

Qian Dachao was thinking about it. If it weren't for too much, he would have helped Jiang Dongliu pay it back first, so that Jiang Dongliu would always worry about money.

"It's not particularly large, but there are always hundreds of millions."

"What? Several hundred million!"

Qian Dachao gasped in fear: "Why did you borrow so much money?"

"This... is hard to describe."

"You won't build hundreds of Hope Primary Schools, are you?"

Recalling Jiang Dongliu's experience of teaching in remote mountainous areas, Qian Dachao guessed it from this.

"It's not that much. But I did donate some schools anonymously, help many people who can't eat, and build some old temples and other things. All together, and such a big hole was burned."

"I originally thought I was a 'subborn man', but I didn't expect you to be even more 'subborn man' than me! You are simply a living Bodhisattva who came down to earth!" Qian Dachao was really convinced by Jiang Dongliu.

"Haha, what a living Bodhisattva descends to earth? I'm just stupid and have good fortune. If I hadn't helped others with all my money, I wouldn't have received such rewards as Yaobian Tianmuzhan. In fact, I might have made a profit."

Qian Dachao sighed and said, "You are very magical! The friends you know are also very magical. You dare to lend them to you for hundreds of millions. They must know that you are a genius in the world, so they dare to lend you money."

"Indeed, I entered the professional music scene, one is to compete for a singer for China, and the other is to make the best friends who respect me. I can't let their money be wasted. I have to pay back every penny I borrowed with capital and profit."

"You definitely have this strength!"

Qian Dachao solemnly promised Jiang Dongliu: "Lao Jiang, you don't have to worry too much about money. When is the time to use money in a hurry? You can tell me that I will help you find a way. You have to focus more on music. As long as you break out this road, you will definitely succeed in the future. It won't be a big deal if you earn hundreds of millions of dollars back!"

"Well, I think so too. When I get the King of Singers, I will pay off all the hundreds of millions I owe, and I will retire from the world and continue to live my free life."

"Haha, then borrow the big hole and return to pay back the money."

Qian Dachao imagined playing Jiang Dongliu's joke.

...

After returning to the hotel that afternoon.

Jiang Dongliu fucked his increasingly red and swollen eyes and searched the Internet for information about the Yaobian Tianmu Tea Cup.

As Hao Han said, this thing is really the top-notch product in Jianzhan, and it is a rare treasure in the world.

However, looking at the photos of the three intact Yaobian Tianmu Cups in the Neon Museum, he still didn't think there was anything good about this kind of cup.

He always felt that this mutant pot looked like a mutated cancer cell, looking weird and terrifying.

Maybe the real thing looks better than the photos.

But he really couldn't appreciate this style of artwork.

"I hope these fragments are real and can help me get back my blood."

Jiang Dongliu had a premonition in his heart that the things sent to the Time and Space Bureau should be worthy of their name.

I feel naturally happy, but my eyes are really uncomfortable.

Even when it opened, it almost turned into a kind of pain, as if pus and blood were about to flow out of it.

Fortunately, Jiang Dongliu has long been accustomed to this kind of life of suffering and happiness.

He didn't think much about the bad habits of his eyes, so he slept happily for the afternoon.

The club helped him sign up for the online coordination competition in the Guizhou dialect competition tonight.

At exactly 5:00 pm, the registration for the China Region Internet Coordination Competition ends.

At half past five, the group match and game time of the coordination match that day were released.

Jiang Dongliu was arranged to compete in the first live broadcast room of Guizhou dialect area. There were five groups of singers in the same room, and the difficulty of the second round of the competition was upgraded.

The opening time is 6:10 in the evening.

This is the first round of competition between singers across the Internet.

Those fans who followed the singer immediately received a systematic reminder from the singer competition.

However, since today is not a weekend, many music fans are still at work.

I didn't pay attention to the system notifications of the first-level competitions like the coordination competition.

Most fans are fans of famous singers, and they pay more attention to the notification that singers participate in challenges or tours.

They don’t care so much about the notification of the new singer’s online coordination competition that will be released every night.

But there are still many student music fans who followed Jiang Dongliu last night and saw the news of Jiang Dongliu's competition tonight.

Almost all these people are fans of Xiangbei. They were surprised how Jiang Dongliu went to the Guizhou dialect area to compete tonight.

Whose person is this rogue uncle?

He paid special attention to Jiang Dongliu's picky judge Zhou Jiangying.

After seeing the preview of Jiang Dongliu's game, he was even more questioned: "It is a dialect area with few people to choose between dialect areas, or a dialect area with huge differences. I am afraid of being paid attention to by fans in the same area. This is a typical behavior of traversing fraud. What is he trying to do this?"

Zhou Jiangying couldn't understand Jiang Dongliu's intention.

But the determination to kill Jiang Dongliu, a counterfeiter, will not compromise.

She did not have a review task tonight, so she ordered a system alarm clock and would enter the battle room of Jiangdongliu as an ordinary music fan later.

Try to capture him.

...

In order not to spread pink eye disease to other people in the club.

Jiang Dongliu isolates himself in the hotel.

It was almost five to forty before I came to the club.

Li Baoguo and his team had already prepared all the equipment and live broadcast equipment in the rehearsal room.

Zhang Xiaohui rewrites the big-character version according to Jiang Dongliu's requirements.

Qin Donglei and others gathered in the conference room at the call of Qian Dachao, and each of them was ready to call Jiang Dongliu with a mobile phone.

Unlike yesterday, I didn’t know what song Jiang Dongliu was going to sing before the game.

Today, Jiang Dongliu is going to sing "The Blind Man", and all of them have heard of the studio version of the company.

The evaluation is mixed.

Staff with a more picky taste and professional business ability, such as equipment engineer Li Baoguo, recording engineer Li Zhenming, etc., are all very fond of this song "The Blind".

I only heard it once, and they couldn't stop like being possessed.

I didn't feel tired of listening for a whole afternoon.

And the more I listen to it, the more I feel the song is, and the more I listen to it, the more I get poisoned.
Chapter completed!