Chapter 13 Making money

Author: Shang Xia seeking locks

Chapter 13 Making money

With a "duh" sound, most of the toothpicks were firmly inserted into the chopping board.

The barrage in the live broadcast room stagnated for a moment, and then immediately after, they were all, "Wofo!".

In a dimly lit rental room, a skinny young man leaned on the bedside that was full of swelling, staring at the screen of his mobile phone. His eyes were as big as eggs, and his voice trembled as he murmured: "This... how is this possible?"

, it must. It must be false."

Then, he quickly tapped the phone screen with his thumb and issued a barrage, "It must be fake."

No one paid attention to him, and the barrage he sent out was quickly drowned. He became a passerby again. Just when he was thinking about how to attract others' attention again, the man in black in the live broadcast room directly picked up a toothpick and pinched it.

With a flick of the finger, the root pierced the chopping board with a "duh" sound.

In the next minute or so, the sound of toothpicks digging into the chopping board kept ringing, and at the same time, the special effects of gifts in the live broadcast room continued to appear.

Seeing others make money is more uncomfortable than losing money yourself.

The skinny guy quickly reported the live broadcast room, citing "bloody violence."

Douyin officials quickly received the report. The first time it was judged by an intelligent program, no bloody and violent scenes were found, and the report was directly rejected.

Look at the message that the report failed.

The skinny boy gritted his teeth, and his own situation suddenly appeared in his mind. He didn't go to school at the age of 16, and he came out to work in Internet cafes, billiards halls, KTVs, restaurants, coal washing plants, etc., he had stayed in all kinds of places.

I tried my best, but I just couldn't make any money.

Why can this pretender make so much money easily by hosting a live broadcast?

unfair!

Not fair at all!

He wanted to continue reporting, but this time the reason was still "bloody violence."

Judging from the reason for the report, this young man seems to be not very smart.

Douyin officials quickly received this report. Since the program had already rejected it once, this time it was transferred to manual review.

The staff in the review live broadcast room looked at the live broadcast screen, frowned, raised their eyelids, and subconsciously said: "Holy crap, what kind of magic is this?".

The colleague sitting next to him turned his head to take a look, and then exclaimed: "Holy crap, Sunflower Book!".

The two of them were startled and quickly attracted the attention of their colleagues. They all stared at Kazilan with big eyes and kept exclaiming in surprise.

"Wocao, martial arts master"

“It’s true, I can actually pop a toothpick into the chopping board.”

“Do I have to show my ID card to buy toothpicks in the future?”

The skinny guy stared at the special effects of gifts that filled the screen, waiting and waiting. Before the live broadcast room went dark, some private messages from netizens came.

Invincible handsome guy: "Do you need me to send you shit so that you can eat it warmly?".

She just loves to sleep: "Hahaha, are you slapped in the face now?".

Chengcheng Tobacco and Liquor Store: "The world is big and full of wonders. Young man, please be careful in your words and deeds in the future."

Looking at these private messages, the skinny boy gritted his teeth and went to the bathroom to pee. When he came back, he quickly deleted the comments, closed the private messages, opened Honor, and started playing the game as if nothing had happened.

His state is also the state of most trolls.

Very "poor!".

In the live broadcast room.

After Wang Liang performed a round of playing toothpicks, most netizens were stunned by him. Only a few black people said that he was fake. He put away the chopping board, took out the iron pencil box, knocked it in front of the camera, and said

The sound of "dang-dang-dang" proves that the pencil case is made of metal.

Miao Shiyu watched the live broadcast and said silently: "Can you even pierce the iron?".

Zhang Dong also asked this question in his mind.

Netizens who were already stunned were even more shocked when they saw this scene.

After showing the iron pencil box, Wang Liang placed it next to the chopping board, opened the lid, picked up the toothpick, and broke it into two pieces. He pretended to use his skills again, and then pressed the two broken toothpicks on his middle finger with his thumb, and gently

Once you play it, you only hear two sounds of "dang, dang".

Two broken toothpicks were stuck on the lid of the iron pencil box.

He picked up the pencil case and showed it in front of the camera. Then he took out the two broken toothpicks and showed netizens the holes pierced by the toothpicks.

At this time, the number of people in the live broadcast room has reached 10,000+.

The barrage was dazzling.

"Meet the Eastern Leaders"

"Is the anchor practicing the Sunflower Book? I want to become a disciple."

"I want to join the Sun and Moon God Cult"

There are also a lot of gifts, and the animation effects come one after another, making it impossible to stop.

Wang Liang put down his pencil case, clasped his fists at the camera, and went off the air. It wasn't that he didn't want to continue receiving gifts, but that he had to maintain a cold and mysterious image to bring about greater economic effects.

A university dormitory.

The four college students looked at the dark live broadcast room and said in unison: "Wocao, is it going to be broadcast now?".

The fat man standing on the far left then said: "This is too cold and cold. You didn't say a word during the whole process and it was broadcast at the speed of light."

"This is what a real master is, unlike those liars who claim the title of traditional martial arts master. They have no kung fu at all and just cheat them out of gifts."

The classmate wearing round glasses next to the fat man answered.

"The glasses are right, this man is a true master. If he takes action, most people will not survive for three seconds." The sturdy young man standing on the far right agreed. He has been practicing martial arts since he was a child, and his master took him to meet many martial arts masters.

, but they are not as powerful as the mysterious master in the live broadcast room.

"If I had such great martial arts skills, why would I be worried about not being able to get married to the senior sister from the Normal College next door? Alas! Nowadays, it's no use just being handsome. You also have to be talented, Lan Shou!"

The speaker this time was a young man with peach-blossom eyes standing next to his glasses. He wore gelled hair, his hair was slicked back, and he was wearing a white shirt and suit pants. The collar was slightly open, exposing the dry ribs. In short, he looked like a handsome young man.

The words just fell.

It immediately attracted a burst of "chees" and a few looks of contempt.

A certain martial arts school.

A group of muscular young men looked at the dark live broadcast room and shook their heads in disappointment. One of the bronze-skinned young men frowned and said, "How can I become a disciple of this master?"

Everyone else lowered their heads, said nothing, and fell into deep thought.

The director of the martial arts gym is one step ahead of them and has already started sending private messages like crazy. He has been fond of martial arts since he was a child. Now, he has practiced martial arts for more than 30 years and has never seen an expert with such strong skills. This opportunity must not be missed.

, we must do our best to worship the master as our teacher.

The master in everyone's mind was holding a mobile phone and giggling.

A short time.

I actually received more than 80,000 yuan in gift money. No wonder those female anchors are so "dedicated" and live broadcast every day, rain or shine, 365 days a year.

Live streaming is really profitable.
Chapter completed!