Transdimensional Marketing

Chapter 367 Insane! The twelfth official evaluation! (one)

Time, like a long river under a waterfall, will never stop self-awareness.

In a blink of an eye, twelve days passed, and it was another Sunday, and it was time for the official live broadcast of Overtime Evaluation.

On the streets, in schools, at home, in factories... Many people took out their phones one after another, clicked into different live webcast rooms, locked on the Overtime Evaluation channel, and waited for the screen to light up.

Are these enough?

In the basement of a small villa in the suburbs of Mingkun City, a woman put boxes of cans into the compartment and stretched her waist wearily: If there is not enough, there is a bag of potatoes on it, but I can't carry it, you go Bar.

Potatoes must be brought in. This thing grows fast. Maybe it will be alive if it runs out of food. The man tidying up the shelves wiped his sweat with a towel, took a few breaths, stepped up the steps and walked out of the basement. Soon, a bag of potatoes was carried down.

Dad, are we going to live here in the future?

The little boy who was squatting in the corner and playing the NS game console looked up, his big eyes sparkling brightly: Doesn't that mean he doesn't have to go to school?

The woman laughed angrily: Even if that UP master really brings about the end, you still have to study every day!

The teacher is gone.

I'm a teacher!

Cut... The boy rolled his eyes: It's boring.

Stop playing, go up and see if there are any things you haven't taken off, and the live broadcast will start at nine o'clock.

I don't have anything left. The boy picked up his small pocket: The cassette and charger are all in there.

Where's the schoolbag?

You still have your schoolbag?

I think you're going to be beaten.

The man next to him got a headache from the noise and roared, Can you kick him?!

Mom! Look at my dad...

Such small episodes are happening all over the world today.

Under the fanfare of the online media, the danger of the official evaluation of the twelfth issue of Overtime Evaluation has been exaggerated to an undeniable degree.

Many people in various countries have begun to hoard supplies for insurance purposes.

And due to different societies, customs, histories, and ways of thinking, the materials hoarded are also different.

The country buys guns, Japan receives paper, kills live chickens in Billy, and surrenders the country to make white flags... Even the government at the national level has secretly built refuge facilities.

After all, everyone heard from Chen Yu that the twelfth product is very dangerous, and it would be a lie to say that they are not nervous.

In the Confederate State Building in New York, the atmosphere in the Observer Hall is far more serious than that of a civilian family.

The once spacious setting is long gone. As Overtime Review became more and more well-known, a considerable number of non-professional people flooded into the hall.

Such as the foreign minister of a certain country.

General Manager of a technology group.

The head of a certain chaebol family.

Big Wall Street...

Fortunately, these people have strong self-discipline ability, and they kept silent with each other, without affecting the work of each special department.

That's all I want to say, try to keep in touch with the super-dimensional UP owner at all times, and don't cause unnecessary confusion. The first Jianguo representative put down the microphone and looked at the middle-aged team leader: This aspect is still left to you.

OK.

The middle-aged team leader nodded, glanced at the documents on the table, and said, I have mentioned my summary and plan before. Do you have any suggestions? Before the live broadcast starts, I have time to make corrections.

Everyone looked at each other for half a minute without saying anything.

Then it's passed. The representative of Jianguo made a final decision, and with a wave of his hand, the screen in front of the hall lit up pure black.

Rows of white bullet screens are sliding.

Bullet screens are not from ordinary people. This live broadcast room is a platform reasonably developed by various countries, and only broadcasts the programs of Overtime and Space Evaluation. The IPs that can access the server are also professional units of various countries and scientific research institutions. For efficient communication and cooperation with each other.

On the upper left of the screen, a row of numbers danced slowly, attracting the serious eyes of the audience.

8:42

8:43

...

8:43.

Floating Castle, Principal's Tower.

Chen Yu finished the fifth set on the floor, the 300th push-up, stood up out of breath, took a sip of the mineral water handed by Xiao Taohong.

Mr. Chen, smoke is coming out of your head.

hot.

Why do you exercise in the morning?

It's free. Pulling the towel to wipe off the sweat on his body, Chen Yu sat on the bed, gasping for breath.

The reason for such tossing is because he started to feel a little impatient and nervous again.

Don't go with me in today's live broadcast, and keep my family safe. Throwing away the towel, he put on a brand new robe, raised his wrist to check the time, and said while debugging the portal: The hypnosis bell and Amnesia stick is on the table, use it carefully, don't let anyone wake up. Now the attacker has not been found out, be smart.

Okay. Xiao Taohong looked a little disappointed, picked up the hypnotic bell on the table, and stared at Chen Yu's family on the bed in the distance.

Chen's father, Chen's mother, Chen Yi, Er, Sanke.

Neatly.

At 8:50, the time is almost up, so I'm leaving, pay attention to cooperating with Hermione to guard the surrounding area. If the situation is critical, you are allowed to fight back.

Okay! Leave the rear to me, Xiao Taohong, absolutely at ease. Xiao Taohong patted her chest: And the husky? It seems to be still at home. Do you need to bring it over?

No. The beast and the invisibility cloak are one and the same. I can't find it even if I hide it. It's very safe.

After the words were finished, the space connection of the portal was completed. Chen Yu finally glanced at his family members who were sleeping peacefully, waved his hands, stepped across the threshold, and came to the permafrost of Siberia.

There are few people here, and the evaluation of dangerous goods should, may, maybe be safer...

Bending down, grabbing a handful of snow and applying it to his face, he gradually calmed down, turned around and greeted Xiao Taohong, then closed the portal and changed its shape into a metal arch.

It's so quiet.

Opening his arms and taking a deep breath, Chen Yu walked forward aimlessly, listening to the sound of his feet stepping on the snow, while waiting for the time to reach nine o'clock.

8:55

8:58

9:00!

Buzz...

The phone suddenly vibrated with a short message.

It doesn't look like a small thing.

Taking out his mobile phone, Chen Yu clicked on WeChat, and sure enough, he saw the message from the salesman of Chaos.

[Promotion: Mr. Chen, this product is large in size and cannot be received at your current location.\