Chapter 6952 You Made Money

Trump spent money to throw it.

How much did it cost to throw this big bucket of garbage? Not much, 9999 Fengshen coins, which is equivalent to 9999 RMB. The cost of throwing it is more than giving gifts. After all, you are entertaining people, so you have to give them some compensation.

So, except for the most basic boos, rotten eggs, lettuce leaves, which are relatively cheap, the rest are very expensive, and more expensive than you can imagine.

But no matter how expensive it is, is it expensive for someone like Donald Trump?

It's far from it. For Trump, it's just a drizzle.

9999 Fengshen coins, I can afford it, I'm very happy!

But Trump is happy, and Pratibha Patil is depressed.

Facing the strong President Trump, can she talk back? This is the President of the United States, yes, the President of the United States! If India wants to compete with China, it cannot do without the United States. Without the support of the United States, India's defense industry is really difficult.

Although there are nuclear weapons, you can't use nuclear weapons for everything. It's like, when the two sides are just arguing, you have to take out the 40-meter-long machete that has been passed down from your family and cut them!

That's not appropriate!

So, President Pratibha Patil was embarrassed.

"Mr. Lin, they are now elites of our country. They got lost in Dubai for no reason. They came to attend your meeting. You must..." Pratibha Patil was about to reprimand Lin Feng, but before she could speak, she slapped him.

"Pa!" Loud and crisp, President Pratibha Patil in the picture was beaten with stars and dizzy.

When President Pratibha Patil in the picture finally came back to his senses, blood came out of his nose.

Haha! All the onlookers laughed.

Pratibha Patil was furious!

"Lin Feng, you are humiliating my Indian national system! You must apologize to me immediately! Otherwise, we Indians will never let you go!" President Pratibha Patil roared.

But Lin Feng hasn't spoken yet!

"Pa!" Another slap.

"Lin..."

"Pa!"

"I..."

"Pa pa pa pa"

Whenever Pratibha Patil spoke, he was slapped. Whenever he spoke, he was slapped. Later, Pratibha Patil could not speak at all.

In the live broadcast room, he was slapped and screamed. Of course, this is all computer dubbing.

Crazy! Really crazy!

"madarchho1maa-duhrchod; chaichhodbha-yeechod!" President Pratibha Patil was so angry that he cursed directly.

This is the Indian national curse, which means to fuck your brother.

But at this moment, the slaps have just finished, and everyone is quiet, because everyone is shocked. Shocked by this intensive slap. Including Lin Feng!

Because slapping is very expensive, very expensive, very expensive. How expensive is it? Basically, it costs 999999 Fengshen coins for one slap, which is close to 1 million. This 1 million, one slap, was designed to coax those wealthy sponsors.

After all, Lin Feng just launched this live show, let everyone know about it, and then get used to it, and it became a tool for Lin Feng to gather popularity. Lin Feng doesn't want to make money. After all, this amount of money is not much.

So, Lin Feng only needs to maintain the cost of operation and make a little money. The big head is still returned to each anchor.

But this time, my God, Lin Feng calculated, directly 18 slaps, that is close to 18 million yuan! Deduct 20 platform operating costs, and pay 6.2 taxes, there are still 10,000 yuan!

This is incredible! Is there any better money to make than this!

Which sponsor is so generous!

Lin Feng is really a little confused. Although,

he has money. But he won't waste it like this.

So, the scene was silent.

As a result, Pratibha Patil's national curse in a hurry was known to the whole world.

At the moment of cursing, Pratibha Patil also stopped talking. This is troublesome.

I am embarrassed. As the president of a country, in front of the whole world, he cursed such ugly words. How can this be a disgrace? This is a disgrace to the country!

Bastard! This bastard! Pratibha Patil looked at Lin Feng, his eyes were spitting fire, spitting fire directly. He kept spitting fire. This guy is so hateful. He is clearly calculating himself.

"I'm sorry, I apologize for my previous gaffe. But, Lin Feng, you humiliated me so much, you must apologize to me!" Pratibha Patil apologized immediately, and then aimed at Lin Feng.

I cursed a national curse and apologized. Then you slapped me more than a dozen times, shouldn't you apologize!

You must apologize!

"Huh" There was a booing around.

Pratibha Patil was naturally not afraid of these boos. Today, if you humiliate me like this and don't give me an explanation, I will go to the United Nations with you. I will even go to war! Yes, war!

Pratibha Patil is eager to start a war. Of course, the war must be controlled in a small area. Her goal is to control power, not to really fight with China. If a war really needs to be fought, India's current material reserves will not be able to sustain it.

War is all about money. How can you fight a war without money!

Although India is a big agricultural country, more than half of the people in the country are hungry. Many people don't have enough food. Under the influence of the caste system, if you go to war again, the result will be disastrous.

Especially in China, there is currently a fierce conflict between Muslims and Hindus in the Kashmir region. If a war breaks out, the country may be in chaos first. Therefore, there can be a war, but it must be small-scale, so that she can control power. But in this case, Lin Feng must bow his head first.

At present, the whole country in India is quite dissatisfied with Lin Feng. If she can make Lin Feng bow his head, everything will be fine. Then there will be no worries.

But will Lin Feng bow his head?

"President Patil, how did I humiliate you! I reiterate that when I registered the account, I already had relevant instructions. It seems inappropriate for you to keep asking this question! Besides, President Patil, do you know how much money you just made?" Lin Feng asked.

How much money? President Pratibha Patil frowned. She is not here for money.

"Just now, there were 18 slaps in total. After deducting 20 operating expenses and paying 6.2 tax, you just made 10,000 RMB, which is about 205,000 US dollars!" Lin Feng said lightly.

Boom! This number rushed directly into Pratibha Patil's head, and his brain was congested.

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