Deadly Game: Almighty Boss’s Guide to Making Money

Chapter 1071 Infinite Spacetime Hotel (1071)

Chapter 1071 1071. Infinite Spacetime Hotel (101)

——No, there is also MMS.

——Your age is exposed at first glance. You actually know this kind of thing.

——Listen to me, at that time it cost one cent to send a text message and fifty cents to send a multimedia message.

——Ahem, wasn’t the money you had back then considered money?

——It’s still better now, you don’t have to spend money to do anything.

——Can someone explain to me what MMS is?

——Photos, songs, etc.!

——Then I still like the present, where I don’t have to pay for anything.

Huang Jingjing called Lin Xi and the call went through.

"It's okay now. If we have any problems, we can just call. No one else can hear us anyway," said Huang Jingjing.

"Well, it saves me from having to watch the live broadcast room. They speak too fast and make me dizzy." Lin Xi interjected.

——123You can’t do this to us.

——123, you may not need us anymore, but can you please not say it out loud?

——Alas, 123 has abused me thousands of times, but I still treat 123 like my first love.

After the five people finished their meal, they teleported back to the store.

There was nothing they could do. They wanted to go back, but Meng refused to open the door.

Meng was also serving rice. He poured a little water into the rice, added some soy sauce, and a little sesame oil.

"How do you eat this?" Zhang Yutong was puzzled.

"Soy sauce soaked rice." Huang Jingjing replied, then shook her head. "Her breakfast is quite simple."

"She probably really doesn't like cooking, but she has to do it, so she can only simplify the cooking process as much as possible," said Zhang Xuesong.

Meng Ye finished his simple soy sauce rice, washed the bowl, looked at the time, and opened the rolling door.

The glass door was also open, letting in the smell.

After a while, Pengpeng came with breakfast in her hand.

"Haven't you eaten yet?" Meng Ye asked.

"No, have you eaten?" Peng Peng asked, holding up her breakfast. "Let's eat together."

"I've eaten." Meng also smiled.

Pengpeng put down her breakfast, walked inside, and suddenly shouted.

"Did you make rice this morning?"

"Yes, breakfast and lunch, but you can eat now," Meng said. "The old man who delivers steamed buns will come back later anyway."

"I had a dream this morning." Peng Peng came back and sat across from Meng Ye. "I dreamed you were cooking rice and put too much water in it. I told you, 'How can you put so much water in rice?'"

"Huh?" Meng was slightly surprised, then laughed. "I did put too much water in, so I got a little out later."

The two of them spoke very naturally, nothing felt out of place, and they didn't even look at each other.

But the live broadcast room was already boiling.

——Damn, what’s going on?

——We are so in tune with each other!

——This is no longer just telepathy, this is telepathy!

——Pengpeng’s dream is quite interesting!

——Even dreaming about each other means that the relationship between the two people is extraordinary!

——Don’t get too carried away by love. I don’t think either of you is that interested, okay?

——The child is only 18 or 19 years old, and Meng is 32 years old. Don’t think too much.

——We don’t want to think too much, but he is just one of the Big Dipper.

——Xiaoguo is the same. They probably touched hands at most when they were kids.

——By the way, Meng Ye was so young at that time, and looked almost the same as Peng Peng.

——Yes, she looks like she is less than 20 years old.

——I used to think she looked like she was eighteen or nineteen, but when I saw her seventeen years old, I didn’t think so anymore.

——When she was 17, she looked like she was 15.

After Pengpeng finished speaking, she started to eat. Meng Ye held his chin and looked at her, asking some questions related to the game.

Pengpeng put down the pie in her hand and started pretending to type on the table.

"I'm going to the Internet cafe some other day, come with me!" Pengpeng said while typing on the table.

"Okay, I'll wait for that day." Meng also agreed.

"You have to type, otherwise I won't understand." Pengpeng started gesturing on the table again, translating.

Meng Ye stared at Pengpeng's hand and shook his head.

"I won't."

"Learn!" Peng Peng continued typing on the desktop. "Otherwise, I'll teach you."

"Hurry up and eat." Meng also smiled.

"I don't understand what you are saying." Pengpeng continued typing and talking.

"Look, you're still getting excited." Meng Ye rolled his eyes at Peng Peng. "Okay, let's not play cards tonight. If Yan Yan doesn't come find me, I'll go to the internet cafe with you and watch you play games."

Pengpeng then started eating again, talking as she ate.

"Ni Yanyan is already doing internship?"

——What Yanyan?

——Ni?

——I’m so…

——Meng Ye’s husband, could it really be Ni Tao?

Is that strange? Shouldn't you have known this seven years ago?

——Yes, among the people around Meng Ye, only Ni Tao is older than her.

——Wow, I can’t accept this.

—You better accept it, kid.

——Meng Ye looks younger now than she did seven years ago, which shows that her husband treats her well.

--really.

——Is it possible that her husband is not at home?

——Yes, last time, Meng Ye also asked Yan Yan whether her second brother had called home.

——I understand. The secret to staying young is to stay away from your husband.

——Not just my husband.

——Is Meng Ye’s daughter not with Meng Ye either?

——It seems so!

——Well, the secret to staying young is to stay away from children and husband.

——The secret to staying young is that you can still date a handsome guy even when your husband and children are not around.

——This is a bit too much. When Meng Ye first came to the store, he was also very young and didn’t know Pengpeng and Xiaoguang at that time.

——If you hadn’t mentioned Xiaoguang, I would have almost forgotten him.

——How could I forget? I am also one of the Big Dipper.

Lin Xi and the others didn't see Xiaoguang all day because Xiaoguang, Yilitong and Xiao Guo went out to deliver goods again.

The configuration is two drivers and one salesperson.

In the afternoon, Pengpeng went to the market to collect debts as usual, but instead of waiting until after get off work, he came back very quickly.

"The boss said someone's coming tonight to get a 100-game iris lottery. He told me not to leave and to wait with you until I've finished loading the goods for them." Peng Peng said, throwing the motorcycle keys on the desk. "I can't go play games anymore. I'll find someone to come over and play cards!"

"See how many you can find. If you can only find one, my name is Yan Yan," Meng Ye said.

Pengpeng agreed and started making the call immediately.

"Xiaopang is the only one who has time." Pengpeng said.

"Okay, got it." Meng agreed and took the pager handed to him by Pengpeng.

"Who did you call?" Peng Peng asked. "Doesn't Yan Yan have a cell phone?"

"Call the teacher in the department where she's doing her internship!" Meng Ye replied. "She gave me a number, but I've never called it."