Poverty Limits One’s Imagination, Come Over!
Redakteur: EndlessFantasy Translation
The music gradually stopped, and the song ended.
Momo asked in an expectant and nervous tone, "Work Slayer, how was my singing?"
She looked like a student who had just handed in her test paper. She was extremely nervous.
Work Slayer: [Good!]
Whoosh!
Whoosh!
The next moment, a dense rain of fire arrows flew across the screen.
10!
100!
200!
500!
A total of 500 rockets filled the entire live stream!
The live stream was first filled with exclamations.
Then, someone sent a message.
Similar: [Worship the God of Tycoons!]
A Moment of Strength: [Look at my knees. I'm kneeling. Is this enough?]
Little Fatty: [Workers can come out at the top too!]
Qiangzi: [My goal is to become an excellent worker!]
...
Momo's bright eyes flickered, and there were tears in them. She said excitedly, "Thank you, thank you, God of Tycoons!