According to the host, the bigger the prop, the greater the chance that more money will stick to it.

Thinking of the props they had picked up during the live broadcast, the guests couldn't stop laughing. They could only pray that the "real objects" prepared by the program team for them would not be too outrageous compared to the photos.

The host first glanced at everyone's expressions, then showed a scheming smile and glanced at the staff next to the cart. The latter immediately understood and lifted the red cloth on the cart.

There were various props under the red cloth. Under the guidance of the host, the guests stepped forward and claimed the props they had drawn.

Ling Yan's group drew a bottle of 2

of mineral water.

What Wen Boyu's team drew was a round cake Frisbee about the same size as his face.

Jiang Yuanqiao's group drew a one-meter-long clothes drying pole.

Tao Ziyi's group drew two long-tube lipsticks.

What Yao Huaichen's group drew was an arm-long plastic mace.

After getting their own props, everyone looked at mine, and I looked at yours, and they all looked at each other a little bit, not because of anything else, but the size difference of the props is too big!

"Aren't these two lipsticks a little sloppy?" Tao Ziyi looked at the mace in Yao Huaichen's hand with a resentful look. The more he looked at it, the more uncomfortable he became. It was really irritating that people were more powerful than others.

The camera was focused on the props in the hands of the two people, one large and one small. The two lipsticks seemed to be not as big as the outer thorns of the mace.

Everyone couldn't help but laugh out loud. Looking at it this way, the comparison between the two groups was indeed a bit harsh.

"Mine isn't much better." Wen Boyu turned the disc in his hand and shrugged helplessly.

Then he looked at Yao Huaichen with feigned envy and said meaningfully: "It seems that Huaichen has the best luck and has chosen the biggest and best props."

A light word made everyone present look at Yao Huaichen. Indeed, everyone's props are hard to describe, so why is his props the best?

Except for Tao Ziyi, who had just barely entered the circle, everyone present knew Yao Huaichen's true identity. The inner imbalance made people wonder if there was some shady story involved.

Yao Huaichen frowned slightly, and just when he was about to speak, he heard Yao Qingqing speak clearly: "Brother Yu can't give the credit for Qingqing's work to my brother~ This is the prop used by Qingqing.

Qingqing has the best luck."

Wen Boyu was slightly stunned: "Really? I thought..."

Yao Qingqing interrupted him with a smile and said in an innocent tone: "What's the point of getting good props? You have to get the most money!"

As soon as these words came out, everyone present was amused by the words, and they were also reminded that this is not the end yet, who knows who will get the most money.

The host also interrupted at the right time: "Then let's start the money-making game~"

The ground in front of me was covered with colorful banknotes, red, green, and blue intertwined together. It was dazzling at first glance, and it also made it more difficult.

Now it's not a question of how much money is stuck, now it's a question of how much money is stuck.

If you throw the prop down and it sticks to a hundred-dollar bill, it's okay, but what if it sticks to a dollar...

The five groups of guests followed the instructions and stopped at the red line in front of the banknotes. They didn't know how to start for a while. After all, this was related to the food and housing issues in the coming week.

The host seemed to notice the entanglement of the guests, coughed a few times, and suggested: "It can be seen that several brothers are very entangled, so why not let the little cute babies do it."

The five adults looked at each other for a few times, then simply broke the jar and let the children fight to the death!

"I'll go first." Tao Youyou volunteered.

When Yao Qingqing heard the news, she saw her taking the two lipsticks from Tao Ziyi's hands and standing outside the red line half a meter away from the banknotes.

Everyone is very curious about how much two lipsticks can stick to Tao Ziyi's devilish start.

Under the spotlight, Tao Youyou took a deep breath and was about to throw the lipstick out, but she suddenly stopped, as if she thought of something, her eyes suddenly lit up.

Then she started to separate the lipstick cap and tube body, and the original two lipsticks became four parts.

This operation made everyone stunned for a moment, but after they realized it, they couldn't help but suddenly realized it. Wen Boyu praised: "It seems that kid Youyou is very smart and knows how to make the best use of the props."

"How can it still be like this..."

"Yes, yes, my family, Youyou, is smart when you follow me." Tao Ziyi made a wise play at the right time.

"Is this okay?" Tao Youyou specifically asked the host next to her.

The host nodded: "Of course."

"Then..." Tao Youyou paused and then said, "Can I break the lipstick apart? Even the money that the paste touches is considered to be money that has adhered to it, right?"

host:"……"

Good guy, you are stuck with a bug in the rules of the game with me.

The host looked at the director behind the scenes with questioning eyes, and saw that the other person shook his head at him. The host had to deny her idea: "No way~"

Tao Youyou was visibly discouraged for a while, but then her eyes became determined again. After looking around at the banknotes on the ground, she took aim and threw one of the lipstick caps out.

After the lipstick cap rolled around on the ground, it was too light and only stuck to a banknote. Fortunately, it was a red one.

Tao Youyou took advantage of the situation and threw out the rest of the lipstick. I don't know if it was because of the aura of the heroine in the book. In the end, Tao Youyou's group got lucky and the amount they received was 550 yuan.

Tao Youyou's group got off to a relatively good start, and the next four groups immediately burst into confidence. After all, their props were much stronger than two pairs of lipsticks.

"Who comes next?" The host looked at the other four children.

Wen Xingxing raised his hand: "I'll do it."

"It turns out he's our little love-talking prince." the host joked.

Jiang Yuanqiao, who came from behind, didn't know what was going on, so he turned his head and asked Wen Boyu beside him: "What are you talking about, little prince?"

Wen Boyu was embarrassed to say it, so he could only cover his face and wave his hands, saying vaguely: "Nothing, nothing."

Seeing that he didn't want to say anything, Jiang Yuanqiao didn't ask any more questions. He touched Wen Xingxing's little head and cheered him up: "Come on, Xingxing."

"Well, the stars will do it." Wen Xingxing hugged Yuanpan and trotted away from his position. However, he did not run towards the red line. Instead, he turned around and ran towards Yao Qingqing who was aside.

Yao Qingqing subconsciously took a step back. She really didn't expect that he would run over and looked at him in confusion.

After what happened just now, Wen Xingxing seemed to have restrained himself a little, and he hesitated for a long time without speaking.

The two were in a stalemate for a while. Wen Boyu was afraid that his brother would make another joke, so he hurriedly said: "Xingxing, why did you go to Qingqing's place? Let's play games first."


Chapter completed!