Going Into the World!

Whee! Whee! Whee!

Maybe this is what a comment sounds like. It takes less than a few seconds to skip a page.

I went to the next page as soon as I posted, but I didn't understand the psychology of the people who posted it, but I rolled my eyes quickly.

[One billion dollars... queek!]

[That's really, really good. He's got a good head there, too. I'm done worrying about age two!]

[I want to take care of you!]

[Can't I recommend me?]

[Oh my goodness! How did my partner end up here? You think this pretty, nice body's gonna back you up?]

[My sister has a pretty face, and she's nice. So I'm done? Kiekhee.]

[Golvin's bitches, this is all a joke. What's one billion dollars short of meeting a bunch of losers like you? Wake up your dreams.]

[Crazy bastard! Why is a guy messing around with a girl?]

[You guys didn't even watch TV. Marrying a millionaire was a scam.]

Why would Jennifer lie? Don't bother coming here.]

[Does anyone have a picture of Thomas?]

[Ladies and gentlemen, I've embedded a picture. College graduation photos.]

[Hoho. I saw the picture. It's a little corny, but what's wrong with a billion dollars? You should be thankful your limbs are intact.]

[I like it better because it looks naive to me. I don't think it's windy. I think it's hypothetical.]

Jennifer's blog is now reported to have about 600,000 daily visitors. However, the number of 'visitors' on the right side of the screen has already exceeded 300,000, even though it is Wednesday morning.

When I look at the time, I posted a post last night, and the counter resets to 0 at midnight, which means 300,000 people have been from the government until now. This is an unusual sign.

The number of visitors counter rises too quickly and suddenly appears to be broken. There must be a lot of girls who really don't have anything to do. I sighed as I read the comment, but I don't know what to say.

"You want to see this, too. It's a newspaper."

"Give it to me."

You open the newspaper as if it were handed to you by Aelys. A few pages show a picture of Thomas and I shoulder to shoulder. I see a big knight underneath.

< A billion dollar man, this time for real! >

[Every single post on Miss Jennifer, the mistress of Johnston Group, is buzzing around the world. It was because he said he was looking for a girlfriend of Thomas, the close friend of Chairman John Kim, who founded the Johnstone Group.

According to an acquaintance in Johnston Group himself, Thomas stated that there is nothing strange about having $1 billion in wealth with John Kim's co-founding since he started his first business.

I am very curious about how this conclusion will be, as all of the wedding programs that have been on Fox TV have turned out to be controversial. Do you think Thomas will ever meet a nice, beautiful woman? The attention of the world is now being focused.]

< Who wants to marry a billionaire? >

< $1 Billion Net Jinnam, Directly Guaranteed by Chairman of Johnston Group! >

Articles titled with various stimulating phrases appear in each newspaper. It's amazing how many of these newspapers have put these articles in between. Journalists have a good sense of smell and are quick.

Jennifer didn't say anything when she left the house this morning. I'm sure he wrote yesterday, but seeing that he didn't tell me, he probably didn't think much of it. Moreover, our baby didn't have time to check the Internet or the newspaper in the morning, so neither of them knew.

"Oh? 50,000 more already!"

"Haha. This is not a joke."

I checked the newspaper for a moment, talked about it, and then I checked my laptop again, and within 10 minutes, there were 50,000 more visitors to my blog. It's past 8: 00 in the morning now, but if people start activating slowly, it's bound to be faster. In the evening, there will really be over 10 million people.

"More than 20 million people today."

"What? That's not gonna cut it. Maybe in about 10 million."

Jennifer has a record 600,000 visitors to her personal blog. Jennifer is an individual, but she has a lot of content on her blog because her secretaries organize when she writes about cooking, for example. However, 20 million was a bit severe. I just laughed at her exaggerated vocal chords.

"Hey, do you know how many viewers the Millionaire Show had? The last broadcast is more than 35 million people. Now this is a billion dollars. A billion dollars. It's never 20 million people."

"Really? Is that what the program was?"

"You're a millionaire, but not for ordinary people!"

Alien screams as if I'm stuffy. I'm staring at her in a daze, so when I look at her, she looks at me with a eager expression, "Forgive me!" and looks at me. Browns, skinny...

“Chairman, are your shoulders sore or your neck uncomfortable...? ”

Scared of leverage, Ali volunteers. She clears her throat a few times, shakes her neck a little bit, and the masses start on their own.

"Was the Millionaire Show that popular? I've heard of it, but I don't know the details. “

I don't watch reality programs often. Of course, there is Jennifer who takes care of it all the time, so she watches it a few times, but basically she doesn't have time.

She smiles vigorously, trying to forgive her for yelling at you, and explains what she knows. When I listen to the story, and I go online and Google it, I also get some pretty detailed information.

Unlike just The Bachelor, a mating program, there is a reality show with a theme called 'Meet and Marry Millionaires.' Who Wants to Marry a MultiMillionaire?) 'program.

The two-hour program said 22 million people watched the show, and Ric Rockwell, a self-proclaimed million-dollar man, came out and produced the process of choosing one out of 50 women.

One person was chosen at the end, and the honeymoon... and the result was a ripping blast as soon as I arrived on my honeymoon. It was later discovered that Rockwell was not a millionaire by various circumstances.

Fox claimed Mr. Rockwell had $2 million in wealth, but the most crude lies on the Internet these days are being discovered. Someone posted a picture of Mr. Rockwell's house, which was more of a regular house than a mansion. After that, I made excuses, but it turned out to be a big asset.

Ric Rockwell, a fake millionaire, and Dava Conger, who had been elected as priests among the 50, later came out and blamed each other for their famous talk show Larry King Live.

In 2002, he was well placed in the "50 Worst Shows of All Time" in his TV guide. In the end, it was so controversial that Fox TV had to fold the follow-up despite the huge popularity of the first episode.

It is not Grandpa Murdock who will give up his money for such a public accusation.

When the incident and criticism calmed down, I came up with a program that looked like Sloane, a reality show series called "Joe Millionaire" that came out in early 2003.

The show was once an underwear model, but handsome young man Evan Merriot, who was working as a carpenter at the time, took the form of choosing one at the end while dropping his handcuffs as a fake millionaire and 20 women at once.

In order to reduce the controversy here, it is characterized by informing the viewer that Mary is not a millionaire, and not letting the women who participated know.

At the end, there was also a dramatic setting that if a woman was chosen to tell Mary that she was not actually a millionaire and asked if she would keep the relationship, she would give two couples $1 million.

Anyway, this was also a lot of talk, but later both received money, but it didn't work out. The woman who was chosen was discovered in a penis video when she was going to college, and the man suddenly spends his money carelessly because he couldn't afford it.

Regardless of the process, both shows have tens of millions of viewers, so you can see how many people are interested in this. And now he's a real billionaire, so I understand a little bit of people's excessive attention.

By the way, isn't that where the Millionaire Show was recorded in the French Tour? Bourgejour Castle is 15 minutes from Chenong. Somehow... "

"Oh, really? That's right, the one with Chenong Castle is just outside of Paris. By the way, it's beautiful."

Unfortunately, I photographed a millionaire show right next to my Chenungs Castle. Somehow, the pattern of the castle in the picture was similar, and it was the same neighborhood. Of course, the castle of Bourdejour is far less than the castle of Chenong, which is impossible to compare.

Turning his eyes to the side, his eyes were filled with the light of endless admiration, looking at Chenong Seong on my laptop screen. Come on, Chenong Castle is kind of cool. Hehe.

I decided to meet with the Kerry electorate in the evening, but there's no need to rush because there's a three-hour difference from Washington anyway. I am doing a long job after a simple lunch, and the phone rings.

Tir,

The liquid crystal is labeled "Thomas."

"John! What's going on?"

You press the call button quickly, and a slightly embarrassed voice pops out of Thomas' mouth. I sense a complaint about the tremor.

"Ah, Thomas. What's the matter?"

"My story is all over the Internet right now! What the hell is going on?"

Do you only go online? It was in the newspapers. '

Looking at the clock, it's almost 3: 00. I can't help but notice that he's completely disconnected from the world. However, when I heard Thomas' voice, I laughed, rather than getting worse.

"Come up when you have time. How about a cup of coffee?"

"Got it!"

Thomas answers fearfully when I'm finished, and hangs up. I can hear him running.

A few moments later, he knocks, and Thomas comes in through the door. My chin is full of breath from the ground floor up here in a hurry.

"You need to exercise. You just went up to the first floor, and now you're huffling? That's why I worry. Honestly, besides your parents, is there anyone else who cares about you besides me?"

I put my hands on Thomas' shoulders and spoke in a gentle tone like a gentle brother. Originally, the ship was the best fighter. A fool like this should be confused momentarily.

"Ugh, yeah. Okay, well, I'm a little busy. Time to exercise… '

I'm in a hurry to see if my attack is working. He seems afraid to ask himself to exercise with him. I've asked you to do it a few times before, but you skipped cooking.

"When did you have lunch?"

"Yes, just now."

"It's past 3: 00. Dude, if you mess up your food like that and your health gets ruined, how am I supposed to see your parents' faces? You asked me to take care of you!"

I've met Thomas' parents before. Specifically, my mother met me three or four times, and Thomas said that he had no close friends throughout the long academic year, except for his "online" friends.

Thomas' mother was very happy that his son had come to college and made a good friend for the first time in his life, but she thanked me more as the business prospered. When I met him last year, he even asked me to take good care of Thomas.

"You know what? The experiment didn't end in time. What are you gonna do when you stop, you know? Steamed."

"I know. But you can't worry about me. If I had died, I would have told Jennifer. You need someone to take care of you. Isn't that right?"

"But you didn't have to put it on the Internet. I'm a little embarrassed."

Thomas brings up the story as if he had remembered why he was complaining. But as soon as I came in, I shook it, and the tone asked for tightening. As expected, he's easy to handle.

"Think about it. Didn't the girls do you any good today?"

"Women? To me?"

When I speak in a low voice, I think in my mouth, muttering my words. I've been on the Internet like that, and the women in this building can't just ignore it.

"Yeah, I don't want to dust you, or touch your clothes. Or have I ever talked to you? I'm sure there was."

His mouth opens slightly because I'm afraid of dropping my words. I think I got it right. In fact, this is what Sabrina used to do to me when she used to pout and fox.

When I first sold my company and entered Microsoft's Expedia business, my close associates were very friendly to me, including women who brought me coffee or dusted my clothes. It all comes from experience.

"It was... it was. He was being nice to me."

"Who specifically?"

"It's just, everybody -- it's actually Stacy from the data team. When you go to lunch, you're just laughing at me. * Sob *

Thomas grows thick as he speaks. I think it felt very good to have the attention of women, like I don't know.

"Stacy? The brunette, the pretty one?"

"Yes! Isn't it beautiful? Heehee."

I remember. She works for the data team on the same floor as Thomas. She looked a little small and pretty. As expected, Thomas' style is somewhat different from mine, based on his face. This guy's still a kid.

"Look at that. It works, doesn't it? I never thought Jennifer would blog it. I just told you to find out, because I'm so worried about you. I can't imagine how much I've been worried about anything else. I figured out a way to put it on my blog. I'm worried about your woman. I don't have a job to do. You think I'm trying to figure that out? It's all for you. You know?"

"Yes, of course. Nobody knows John's busy."

As soon as I stop, Thomas squeezes his sinful head. A good word told me that spring day would come in his future, and I feel so good that I feel so alive. It's not a job to soothe an innocent man. And honestly, there's nothing bad about it.

"Once this is over, why don't you just go public and recruit? '

Artwork Reviews

In his personal blog, the highest number of (non-duplicate) visitors within 24 hours was recorded in the Guinness Book of 230,755, a Japanese celebrity, reported in 2008.

In the first season of Joe Millionaire, the last selected Miss Sarah Cosser was infamous for filming Bodage videos while in college, and married to a millionaire (Who Wants to Marry a MultiMillionaire?), and immediately thereafter stepped off as a Playboy model.

Again, Fox is the best entertainer. Both programs played tricks and lies, but eventually they got 22 million viewers, 35 million viewers, and Grandpa Murdock is also one step closer to dirty tricks and manipulation.