章 41: Poverty Limits One’s Imagination, Come Over!

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!