Countless people began to use their hand speeds that they had been in contact for many years and typed rows of subtitles in the live broadcast room.

"God of Wealth, our Nanshan Bicycle Association is preparing to hold a nationwide self-driving tour. Can you sponsor the spot?"

“How much do you want?”

"The minimum is 5,000, and exclusive sponsorship costs 300,000."

Zhao Lang waved his hand: "Exclusive to 300,000 yuan, let your association send a private message to me and send money within three days!"

"God of Wealth, God of Wealth, I am a computer student in college. A few of our dormitory guys want to build a game studio. Can you sponsor some?"

“How much is needed?”

"Just 100,000 yuan in start-up capital."

"It's OK!"

Zhao Lang fucked Coke and said, "Just like the one before, send me a private message and the 100,000 yuan will be deposited immediately."

"God of Wealth, I am a photographer. My dream is to open my own studio. Can you sponsor some?"

"How much?"

"I once calculated that if I open a rent, equipment, and labor in our hometown, it would be almost 200,000 to 300,000 yuan."

"That's 300,000..."

Zhao Lang smiled freely and easily: "It doesn't matter, dreams are priceless. I will pay for these 300,000!"

"Big Boss..."

"Fuck! Fuck! Damn..."

"The words are hard to express the excitement in my heart. My admiration for the up master is like a continuous river..."

"Go and call people quickly and see the God of Wealth!"

"The God of Wealth is online, and the money is scattered on the spot!"

"God of Wealth, I also have a dream."

"I am a chef and I have been working in a restaurant for a long time, but I have never dared to do it because I am afraid of spending money. Can you sponsor some? "

"The one upstairs is too much! Your money is afraid of being wasted, so the God of Wealth can be easily lost? God of Wealth, I am a program development company, and now I lack a sum of money for promotion. Do you think you can invest a little?"

"My dream is to install the programs I develop on every computer."

“How much does it cost to open a restaurant?”

"If it's better, half a million is enough!"

"I voted!"

"That person who is engaged in program development, I'm optimistic about you. How much money is there in your project?"

"Six hundred thousand..."

"I'm out!"

"Fuck!"

"Damn..."

"God of Wealth, I also have dreams!"

"I have dreams, too!"

"It's okay, you have any dreams, just say it!"

Zhao Lang waved with a bold look on his face: "What's money? You can make money again if you lose it. It's a lifelong thing to lose your dream."

"As long as it is reasonable, this God of Wealth will definitely support it!"

"boss!"

Suddenly, a scream came from outside the screen.

"Um?"

Zhao Lang paused and looked toward the darkness outside the light: "What's wrong?"

"Old...boss."

Mo Xiaoxi walked forward with weak steps, then her legs became weak and she fell to the ground with a "thump".

"I have dreams, too!"
Chapter completed!