Chapter 17
Driving home, Zhao Shanhe took a shower and walked into his room.

"The machinery and equipment for producing fishing rods and bait, after the fishing tackle factory is built, just hire someone to hire a car to get it back."

"How many dogs does the kennel have? It is inappropriate to have less, and troublesome if there are too many. To raise dozens or hundreds of dogs, it takes a lot of money and time to prepare dog food every day."

"Domesticated nine black level nine vicious dogs and threw them in the kennel. Anyway, for the contract fee of 20 yuan, my parents thought I was supporting the village."

It cost hundreds of thousands of dollars to expand the roads in the village. Zhao Shanhe was reprimanded by his parents in turn.

While striking while the iron was hot, he told the story of contracting the land to raise dogs.

When facing his parents, Zhao Shanhe said that he contracted the land to raise dogs and just wanted to donate some money to the village.

The Zhao family ancestral hall is a bit dilapidated, and the village can repair the ancestral hall with the money.

You have to be reprimanded for one thing, you have to be reprimanded for two things, and you have to be educated anyway, how good is it once you get it done?
Since Zhao Shanhe was in college, his father Zhao Tiezhu and mother Wang Xiuli didn't take much care of him.

If it weren't for the waste of more than 100 million, how could he feel the extra care from his parents when he was in his 20s?
In the eyes of Zhao Tiezhu and Wang Xiuli, donating money to the village to expand roads and contract land on the mountain is a waste of money.

The youngest son earned more than 2000 million yuan in less than a month, and spent millions on road repairs and land acquisitions.

There are small families and big families.

Zhao Tiezhu was reluctant to use the huge sum of more than 100 million yuan to support everyone, and Wang Xiuli was even more reluctant.

Zhao Shanhe in the room chatted with Wang Yuqing for a while, and made an appointment to go fishing tomorrow.

Walk into the system space and fight the vicious dogs with bare hands.

The iron cloth shirt of the perfect level can already resist ordinary cold weapons.

Relying on his own strength, speed, and defensive power, Zhao Shanhe killed all the white vicious dogs.

"The white first-class vicious dog is vulnerable."

"The strength of the white second-level vicious dog is average."

"The white third-level vicious dog is too difficult to kill."

Panting and killing a white third-level vicious dog, Zhao Shanhe returned to the area of ​​the white first-level vicious dog.

Kicking white vicious dogs to death, the secondary killing value increased bit by bit.

The explosive rate of killing a white vicious dog is much higher than that of killing a black vicious dog.

No, after killing the white vicious dog for more than an hour, he shot out three balls of light.

They are the songs that really use their heart and serve the country with all their loyalty, and the ever-changing movements of lightness kung fu and body skills.

"The original three songs, try to spend as much time as possible, and save these two new songs for backup."

He can become an original singer, thanks to the songs that hit the dog.

His being able to walk with Wang Yuqing also has a lot to do with those three songs.

A person's experience is like walking in a huge maze, if you deviate a little bit, the process and ending will change a lot.

Zhao Shanhe has always believed that people cannot choose their parents, but they can decide their own future.

The past cannot be changed, the present is becoming the past, and it is up to him to decide what to do in the future.

Glancing at his watch, Zhao Shanhe continued to kill the white first-class vicious dog.

In actual combat, his military and police fighting skills became more and more proficient.

Half an hour later, Zhao Shanhe stood where he was, both surprised and delighted.

"Military and police fighting has been promoted from advanced to top?"

The upper limit of military and police fighting is the top level, and the upper limit of iron shirts is perfection.

Seeing that it was almost 11:30, Zhao Shanhe hurriedly took a shower and changed clothes, and returned to his room.

Picking up the mobile phone on the bed and looking, there are calls and messages from Wang Yuqing.

"A man takes a bath for at most ten minutes. What excuse do you have?"

Zhao Shanhe made a conscious effort to press the call back button.

"What were you doing just now? Why didn't you answer the phone or text?" Wang Yuqing asked.

"I took a shower and thought about the new song." Zhao Shanhe replied.

"How's the writing going?" Wang Yuqing was curious.

"I just got a clue, I haven't considered it yet." Zhao Shanhe said.

"Can you sing a few lines?" Wang Yuqing asked expectantly.

"Tomorrow, it's too late today." Zhao Shanhe said.

"Okay, pick me up tomorrow morning." Wang Yuqing hung up the phone.

Full of expectation, he fell asleep, changed into a suit of clothes, and drove to the county town by Zhao Shanhe.

Parked the car on the side of the road, a few minutes later, Wang Yuqing came out, and asked with a smile on her face, "Have you had breakfast?"

"I want to have breakfast with you." Zhao Shanhe smiled.

"I've already eaten." Wang Yuqing said in a flash of inspiration.

"Then I won't eat. Anyway, if I miss a meal, I won't starve to death." Zhao Shanhe didn't care.

"I'm joking with you, let's go, let's go eat." Wang Yuqing said.

Looking for a noodle shop, Zhao Shanhe ordered a bowl of shredded pork noodles with pickled vegetables, and added a piece of braised pork with pickled vegetables.

Wang Yuqing ordered a bowl of pork shredded pork noodles with green peppers and added a poached egg.

After filling his stomach, he drove to Zhaojiawan and went fishing by boat.

After fishing, they walked into the small swimming pool on the boat.

Two hours later, Wang Yuqing and Zhao Shanhe returned to the deck to fish.

"The bride price of 500 million is the minimum standard set by my parents." Wang Yuqing broke the silence.

"Then I will prepare a bride price of 5000 million." Zhao Shanhe said with a smile.

"You want my parents to eat dirt?" Wang Yuqing said angrily.

"What do you mean?" Zhao Shanhe was puzzled.

"You give a bride price of 5000 million, and double the gift in return. How can my parents have so much money?" Wang Yuqing rolled her eyes.

"It turned out to be like this." Zhao Shanhe was relieved, he thought that the other's parents were keen to sell their daughter to make money!
"Our hometown is in Guangdong Province, so whatever the dowry is given, the return will be doubled." Wang Yuqing said.

"If I don't have 500 million, I will definitely borrow money everywhere, even go to the bank to borrow as much as I can, and borrow as much as I can. In this way, when I have a wife and money, I don't have to worry about it for the rest of my life." Zhao Shanhe smiled.

"Life is like a big river, sometimes quiet and sometimes crazy. Reality is like a shackle that binds me, and I can't break free. This mysterious life is as sharp as a knife"

The traffic star Yang Kunpeng in front of the camera is singing Flying Higher.

"Yang Kunpeng, do you still want to lose face?" Countless viewers swiped their screens.

"Traffic, what do you mean?" Yang Kunpeng asked.

"Singing other people's songs without Axiong's permission, you are infringing, do you know?" an audience member spoke.

"Who said our Kunpeng didn't get permission? Didn't Axiong say that you can sing his songs casually if you donate money? Our Kunpeng showed us the donation certificate the day before yesterday." A fan retaliated.

"According to the number of fans, Yang Kunpeng is a second-tier star and should donate 50 yuan. Our family Kunpeng donated a full [-] yuan. Many people have seen the donation certificate." Another fan echoed.

A user nicknamed Moth said: "I work in the Spark Association, and I can prove that Yang Kunpeng's donation certificate is fake. Our Spark Association has not received a single penny of donation from Yang Kunpeng."

"You must be a black fan." Yang Kunpeng's fans said one after another.

"I work at Yanhuang Bank. On the receipt issued by our bank, it starts with Yang Kunpeng's donation, which is fake."

"Don't tell me I haven't noticed that I donated money before, and the initials of the receipt are different from those provided by Yang Kunpeng."

"Fake donations, this is too immoral, infringing other people's copyrights, and returning fake donations, how can there be such a person?"

Seeing that his fake donation was exposed, Yang Kunpeng's assistant quickly unplugged the network cable.

On the surface, there are more than 5000 million people following Yang Kunpeng, but in fact there are more than 4000 million followers, all of which are paid for by him.

As long as you have money and are willing to spend money, let alone tens of millions of fans, even billions of fans can be generated.

Yanhuang Kingdom only has more than 18 billion people, but Blue Star has more than 100 billion people. Can I have 30 billion foreign fans?

In the era when data and money are interchangeable, data can be converted into money, and money can also be converted into data. Using money to increase fans is the norm.

 Thank you Sword Dream Xiaoqiang brother for your reward
  
 
(End of this chapter)

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