The Deliveryman Angrily Tears into the Black-Hearted Live Broadcast Room

Wang Qiang squatted on the back seat of the electric car, holding a steamed bun in his hand and chewing on it. A text message popped up on the phone, which was the third online loan borrowed by my sister. Yesterday, she bought five boxes of "Maotai Town Original Puree" in the live broadcast room. The anchor said that the scan code price is 3999, but the live broadcast room only sells it for 299. The carton contained yellowed glass bottles with crooked labels. Wang Qiang finished delivering thirty orders of milk tea, still holding the last two cups in his hand. He pushed open the door and ran into the live broadcast room. The anchor with the big gold chain was grabbing the cleaning aunt by her collar and shouting loudly: "You old man, if you damage the sample, I will pay you two thousand!" The aunt was shaking all over, and there was half a bottle of blended wine lying on the ground. "My family supports Brother Hu in safeguarding his rights" was posted on the barrage. Wang Qiang took out his mobile phone to record the video. Brother Hu suddenly let go of his hand and laughed out loud: "Do you want to be a food delivery guy?" The field controller blocked the door and three fill lights turned around at the same time. Wang Qiang stared at the production date of October 35, 2023 written in the gap of the bracket. The housekeeper suddenly grabbed the mop and stabbed it at the switch box, and the live broadcast room went dark. Wang Qiang stepped on the wine bottle that rolled to his feet in the dark and saw the recommended retail price printed on the back of the label: 9.9 Yuan. This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.