An Runiu led a few people around the villas in the center of the village and came to a huge factory in the west of the village through the path.
The factory building looks dilapidated on the outside, but it is full of people inside, as if there are many people inside.
But these people don't seem to be working.
Loud and harsh country heavy metal music kept coming from the factory.
It is really weird to have such a bizarre place in a remote mountain village.
"where is this place?"
Ye Hong asked with a frown.
An Zaitian shook his head and sighed: "This is the factory that Mrs. Qiao once ran.
But about a year ago, Mrs. Qiao transformed the factory into live broadcast rooms.
The live broadcast room was full of women from our village.
Mrs. Qiao partly forced and partly induced the women in the village to register as female anchors and make money by live broadcasting online.
Mrs. Qiao was silently counting the money behind her back. "
Everyone was shocked when they heard this.
Is there such an operation? !
No wonder I haven’t seen any young women in the village along the way. It turns out they are all here!
Because they were really curious, a group of people couldn't help but approach the factory.
They chose a room and looked in from the window.
I saw that the room was decorated in pink.
The room full of cute dolls, exquisite ornaments and decorations all indicate that this is a girl's boudoir.
However.
There is a computer and several cameras in the room.
Sitting on the chair in front of the camera is a fat, dark-skinned woman who must be over fifty years old.
She was posing for the camera, and from time to time she shouted softly: "You can't show your face casually, unless the little brothers brush up the gifts!"
But in the live broadcast room, she has a slender figure and fair skin, like a young girl.
The rough voice is transformed by tools such as voice changers and becomes very delicate and beautiful in the live broadcast room.
Looking at this aunt who looked completely different inside and outside the camera, several people outside the window looked suffocated!
"Is this a live broadcast? It must be an online fraud, right?"
Ye Zhinuo looked doubtful about the way of life.
Even Jingu Fifty-Six, who had always been silent, went to the side and wiped his eyes.
I can't help it, the scene in the room is really eye-catching!
Everyone was afraid that they would have nightmares if they continued to watch, so they quickly left the window.
"She, who is she?"
After leaving, Jingu Fifty-Six asked Ann Runiu with trembling lips.
"She? She is Mrs. Qiao's best friend brought from her hometown. She is about the same age as Mrs. Qiao.
Because she forced herself to join the live broadcast industry, Mrs. Qiao spent a lot of energy cultivating her.
By the way, it seems that because she doesn't like eating snails, she gave herself an online name called "His Royal Highness Qiao Biluo".
I heard that many young rich people on the Internet like her very much and give her many gifts.
In these live broadcast rooms, she has the best results.
Alas, it’s hard to understand what’s going on in the heads of rich people these days. "
Ye Hong shook his head, shaking off the uncomfortable scene just now, and asked in a deep voice: "Don't worry about this for now, where is the tomb I asked you about before?"
An Runiu patted his head and led everyone to the back of the factory.
Walking around the factory building, you can see a pile of garbage behind it.
A broken tombstone stood out among the garbage.
The crutch in Tian's hand clattered to the ground.
And Ye Hong's eyes narrowed instantly.
The air seemed to be frozen.
(End of chapter)