An Runiu took several people around several villas in the middle of the village and came to a huge factory building in the west of the village through the path.
The exterior of the factory building is dilapidated, but the inside is crowded with people, as if there are many people inside.
But these people don't seem to be working.
A loud and harsh sound of country heavy metal music, from the factory to the outside.
In the remote mountain village, there is such a strange place, which is really strange.
"What is this place?"
Night Hong frowned and asked.
Ann shook her head and sighed: "this is the factory that Aunt Qiao used to run.
But about a year ago, Mrs. Qiao transformed the factory into a studio.
The live room is full of women from our village.
Mrs. Qiao, half coercing and half luring, lets the women in the village register as female anchors and make money live on the Internet.
And Mrs. Qiao counted the money behind her
The crowd was shocked.
And this kind of operation?!
No wonder we didn't see the young women in the village all the way. They were all here!
Because they were really curious, a group of people could not help but get close to the workshop.
They chose a room and looked through the window.
The room was decorated in pink.
The room full of lovely dolls, exquisite decorations and decorations, all show that here should be a girl's boudoir.
However...
there is a computer and several cameras in the room.
On the chair in front of the camera, sat a fat woman with dark skin and should be over 50 years old.
She is in front of the camera, from time to time Jiaojiao shouts: "people can't show their faces casually, unless the younger brothers brush up the presents!"
But in the studio, she was thin and white, just like a young girl.
And the harsh voice through the voice changer and other tools, in the live room has become very delicate and beautiful.
Looking at the inside and outside of the camera, several people are suffocating outside the window!
"Is this live? Should it be network fraud? "
Ye zhinuo looks suspicious of life.
Even Shengong 56, which had always been silent, went to one side to wipe his eyes.
I can't help it. The scene in the room is really hot!
People are afraid that they will have nightmares and leave the window.
"She, who is she?"
After leaving, Shengong 56's lips trembled to greet Runiu.
"She? It's Mrs. Qiao's best friend from home. She's about the same age as Mrs. Qiao.
Because she forced herself to join the live broadcasting industry, she spent a lot of energy to train her.
By the way, it seems that she didn't like to eat snail, so she gave herself an online name called "his highness Qiao Bi Luo".
I heard that there are many young rich people on the Internet who like her very much and brush many gifts for her.
In these live broadcasting rooms, she got the best grades.
Well, it's hard to understand what's on the minds of the rich now. "
Night Hong shook his head, will just cause discomfort of a scene thrown out of the head, deep voice asked: "don't care about these, I asked you before the tomb?"
An Runiu patted his head and took the people to the back of the factory.
Around if the factory building, you will see a mountain of garbage behind.
A broken tombstone is very conspicuous in the garbage heap.
An's crutches in the hands of Tian jingle to the ground.
And night Hong's eyes also instantly narrowed up.
The air seems to have solidified.