"Bang bang bang..."

The big iron gate of the farmhouse made a clanging noise as the shots were fired, and the courier boy shouted from outside: "Brother Zhu, your courier! Brother Zhu, Brother Zhu..."

"Come on, come on!"

Ju Ming, who had just finished washing, stretched out and opened the door.

The courier boy was an old acquaintance. He stood on the side of the van, holding the edge of the carton and said, "Brother Zhu, what did you buy? I can't move it alone."

"Then it's time for you to exercise. You can't even lift more than sixty pounds." Zhu Ming said with a smile.

The courier boy said: "Only more than 60 kilograms? I think it weighs 80 kilograms...Brother Zhu, the trailer is broken, please help me."

The two men carried the express box and put it down carefully in the yard.

Zhu Ming immediately unboxed and inspected the goods, and the courier boy also took out his mobile phone to record the video. This express delivery was highly insured, so he was not worried about it being damaged or broken in the middle, but he was afraid that it would be replaced by stones and bricks.

The utility knife cut the transparent tape, and the packaging box was opened layer by layer. Some nail plates were soon exposed. Ju Ming nodded and said: "No problem."

"Then you sign for it." The courier boy also smiled.

After signing for the express delivery, the delivery boy did not leave. He liked to watch the strange things at Ju Ming's place.

Ju Ming is a historical science blogger who makes a living by posting videos to earn traffic, and occasionally accepts advertisements to make extra money. Perhaps because he is not well-known yet, the advertisements he accepts are not of high quality. They are all about electric toothbrushes and self-heating hot pots.

I didn't receive any ads for mite removal ointment or even the Krypton Gold web game.

Of course, there are also live broadcasts occasionally.

Ju Ming took out his shooting equipment and set it up against the express box. After waiting for a while, he found that there were only about a dozen viewers in the live broadcast room - it was too early, and those who stayed up late to cultivate themselves had not yet gotten up.

"Brothers, we have something good today!"

Zhu Ming held up the selfie stick, turned around and pointed both himself and the courier at the camera: "I edited the video last night, and the last issue of this year will be released on time. Before I go home for the New Year, I will start a half-hour live broadcast for my parents.

Guys, show me my custom-made Heavenly King Armor...Xiaohou, help me get the selfie stick."

"Okay!" The courier boy was very positive.

Ju Ming took out two pieces of parts from the box and introduced: "This is the greaves. Is it handsome? The design is based on the Guangmu Tianwang statue of Shanhua Temple in Datong. Let's try it on first."

The greaves are matched with a pair of armored boots.

The main body of the boots is made of cowhide, with bright silver steel plates inlaid on the surface.

Putting on his boots and greaves, Ju Ming jumped on the spot a few times, then walked back and forth, then performed kicking movements, and commented: "Not bad, not bad, it won't affect activities, and it's very comfortable to wear."

Ju Ming pulled out the shoulder armor from the box again and asked the courier boy to get closer and take a picture: "Isn't this beast swallowing the shoulder very handsome? When designing the armor, we listed more than ten types of king statues, and I chose the most handsome one.

A..."

The components of the entire set of armor were taken out one by one, and Ju Ming put them on one after another.

All dressed up neatly, the courier boy's eyes were already shining and he said with envy: "Brother Zhu, this thing is quite expensive, isn't it?"

Ju Ming smiled and said: "Eighty thousand."

"Fuck!"

The courier boy immediately complained: "It's really 80,000 yuan, I might as well buy the full set of Honor of Kings skins."

The number of viewers in the live broadcast room has now increased to more than 60 people. Except for a few who praise his handsomeness, the rest of the comments are all gloating about his misfortune.

"Haha, I was cheated. It's worth 20,000 at most."

“Eighty thousand yuan to buy a Pinduoduo set, the anchor’s brain was kicked by a donkey.”

"Making a staff..."

The Heavenly King Armor is the armor worn by the Heavenly Kings of the past dynasties. It only exists in temples, paintings, and stone carvings. The shape is indeed majestic and domineering, but it will inevitably look cumbersome when worn on the battlefield. Some of the handsome partial components are purely redundant.

This set that Ju Ming spent a huge amount of money to customize really belongs to "Pinduoduo". The statues of the Heavenly Kings from the Tang Dynasty are copied a little bit, the statues of the Heavenly Kings from the Song Dynasty are copied a little bit, and the statues of the Heavenly Kings from the Ming Dynasty are copied a little bit more. The pieces are pieced together and have to be perfectly integrated.

The armor design fee alone cost him 16,000 yuan.

With more than 60 kilograms of Heavenly King Armor on his body, it was difficult for Ju Ming to run.

He went to the workshop, brought a sword and tied it to his waist. He came out with a long gun, stood in the yard and said, "Xiao Hou, go around and shoot me."

The courier boy held up his mobile phone and circled around Ju Ming, and the barrage style in the live broadcast room finally changed.

Let’s not talk about whether it is practical or not, and let’s not talk about whether it has been cheated. The main reason is that this set of armor is so handsome that it has a 100% chance of turning heads when walking on the street. It is like a brand-name bag to a woman. Which man would face such armor?

Can you still withstand it?

The courier boy encouraged: "Brother Zhu, you are playing two tricks."

Ju Ming immediately waved his spear and started making random gestures. While dancing with the spear, he also artificially dubbed the words: "Ha, ha, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah..."

As I danced, I was out of breath from exhaustion.

"Master Up, I can't do it. I'm too weak. Quickly take Liuwei Dihuang Pills to replenish my body."

"Liuwei Dihuang Pills are useless, I have to take Wuji Baifeng Pills."

"This set of bastard spears is so good that I lost 80,000 yuan of Heavenly King Armor in vain."

"..."

Zhu Ming, who was originally very happy to be cool, immediately turned dark when he saw the barrage and started to attack the fans: "Yang Guo, Yang Guo, do you know? I haven't recovered my physical strength yet!"

"Baba!"

A horn suddenly sounded outside the iron door. Zhu Ming gasped and went to open the door, only to see a brand new BMW parked at the door.

Zhu Guoxiang opened the door and got out of the car. He raised his hand and adjusted his glasses. Looking at his son's funny dress, he asked with a confused expression: "What are you doing?"

Zhu Ming suddenly laughed and walked around the BMW twice: "Okay, Dean Zhu, I will change the car as soon as I get promoted."

"The deputy, the deputy, is not the dean yet." Zhu Guoxiang said with a smile.

Ju Ming asked: "Does this car cost seven to eight hundred thousand?"

Zhu Guoxiang said: "Low price, more than 400,000 yuan. Have you packed it? Quickly pick up your luggage and get in the car."

Ju Ming said goodbye to the audience in the live broadcast room, sealed a red envelope for the delivery boy, and went back to the small courtyard where he rented to pack his luggage.

Zhu Guoxiang also helped his son clean up and complained: "What kind of shabby place did you rent? I almost couldn't find it when I turned on the navigation system."

"Cheap and quiet." Zhu Ming explained.

Seeing his son moving the armor out, Zhu Guoxiang quickly said, "Why are you bringing this thing?"

Ju Ming said: "Eighty thousand yuan, if I don't take it with me, it will definitely be gone when I come back during the Chinese New Year. There are a lot of thieves in this town. I had my computer stolen last time I went home."

"Eighty thousand yuan? Are you crazy?" Zhu Guoxiang was surprised.

Ju Ming patted the sword on his waist: "This sword costs more than 30,000 yuan, and it is all customized high-end goods."

Zhu Guoxiang scolded: "Playing with things is a waste of one's ambition. It is a waste of money."

"I didn't spend any of your money, I earned it myself." Zhu Ming said in a calm tone.

Upon hearing this, Zhu Guoxiang became even more angry: "You wanted to apply for the History Department back then, and your mother and I didn't object. You couldn't find a job after graduating from college, so I used my old face to rely on my connections and finally arranged for you to join a state-owned enterprise. Everyone else

I have already agreed that I will make you a regular employee after working for three months. How many people remain as contract workers for the rest of their lives? It would be better for you to leave after working for one month and get paid. If you insist on resigning, you can start some self-media..."

"What's wrong with self-media? I have hundreds of thousands of fans online, and I'm going to have over a million fans soon!" Zhu Ming immediately responded.

Zhu Guoxiang said: "How much money have you saved over the past few years? To buy a second-hand Harvard, you actually have to pay in installments!"

Ju Ming said forcefully: "A second-hand Harvard is a domestically produced car. I support domestic products, I am proud of it, and I am proud of it. If you buy a BMW, you are advocating for foreigners!"

Zhu Guoxiang was furious with his son: "I have been driving a Poussin for more than ten years. If the traffic police caught me, I would have to scrap it. What's wrong with me switching to a BMW? Driving a foreign car means worshiping foreigners. Then where is the Nikon camera you used to shoot the video?

Domestic products?”

Ju Ming was unable to refute for a moment and could only blame the domestic brands for not living up to expectations, but then he said harshly: "BYD's electric cars are good. If you change your car, you should change to that one."

Zhu Guoxiang turned to look at the BMW logo and said to himself: "Your mother wanted to buy a BMW before she died. At that time, she went to see the car, and suddenly she was found to have a tumor."

Zhu Ming stopped talking after hearing this and buried himself in moving things.

Zhu Guoxiang didn't seem to want to talk about this, and scolded him in a very abrupt and aggravated tone: "You are almost 30 years old, and you are already in your 30s. You don't have a stable job, and you haven't saved much money. How can you be successful when you are 30 years old? How can you be successful?

Is the girl at home willing to marry you? Listen to me, look for a job after the Chinese New Year. If you really like to engage in self-media, you can do it in your spare time. I have been working for half my life, nothing else, and my face is still of some use, so give me

It’s okay for you to arrange work..."

"Stop, stop, stop, I hate nepotism like you the most," Zhu Ming dragged his armor to the back of the car, ended the conversation and said, "Open your trunk!"

The father and son have a tacit understanding and use their own ways to change the content of the conversation.

Zhu Guoxiang opened the trunk and found it was full of things.

Ju Ming was speechless and said: "What are you talking about?"

Zhu Guoxiang said: "Every family of your uncles and aunts has a copy of the New Year's goods brought to relatives in my hometown."

"Can you make some room?" Zhu Ming asked.

"Find a way by yourself." Zhu Guoxiang said.

Ju Ming could only stuff the armor and sword into the back seat of the BMW, rubbed his hands and said, "I'll drive."
To be continued...