In the private room, Lanmao was stunned by Yu Haoyuan's live broadcast: "Good fellow, you even took the opportunity to advertise."

After saying that, he lowered his head and fiddled with his phone.

"You're really good at opening the screen so close to my face." The man in the flowered shirt looked at Yu Haoyuan, who was typing frantically, with admiration.

Sun Ze, who had a very beautiful face, stared at the live broadcast room and exclaimed in amazement: "A black screen live broadcast room with over 100,000 people. How many water armies did you hire?"

The chubby boy looked innocent: "I don't have any. The water army I bought is all on Weibo."

“Hahaha, the ones I bought are under those videos.”

"Of course I bought it." Yu Haoyuan raised his head proudly. If it weren't for his inconvenient legs, he would have crossed his legs to show off his domineering attitude.

Humph, when Sima Luhua got up early in the morning to steal the tower and snatched the first place from Sister Qi, he remembered this new anchor.

She started broadcasting today, so Yu Haoyuan naturally wouldn't let go of this good opportunity. His financial offensive was so fast that his army of online trolls arrived in five minutes.

"I'm going back to the company first. Thank you brothers for your help today. I'll thank you again when things are resolved. Bye."

Although Yu Haoyuan distributed all the company's documents to Yu Haoxuan and his assistants, there were still some important documents that he needed to review and sign, and he also had a meeting to attend later.

Alas, when will the days of being a corporate slave come to an end?

Yueyin Club was especially bustling and bustling at night, its colorful lights interweaving, and a constant stream of cars and people coming and going outside. The autumn night was cool, with a gentle breeze. A new assistant, who had been notified to pick up the leader, straightened his jacket collar and pushed a wheelchair into the Yueyin Club.

As soon as he entered the Yueyin Hall, he saw the figure in the wheelchair. A smile immediately spread across his young face. He hurried forward and said, "Good evening, General Manager. Assistant Qin is busy preparing things for the meeting, so he sent me to pick you up."

However, as soon as the person in front of him turned his head, the smile on his face froze immediately.

"Huh? You got the wrong person. I'm a friend of your boss. He's over there."

The boy with a bit of baby fat had a clear voice and sounded very kind. He pointed to Yu Haoyuan who was sitting on the sofa over there.

The young assistant looked in the direction the young man pointed, and saw his real boss slumped on the sofa, his head tilted back on the back of the sofa, one hand on his forehead, covering his eyes.

He looks like a corporate slave tortured by life.

Without even looking at his face, he could recognize that this was his boss.

The young assistant glanced at Yu Haoyuan, then at the wheelchair under the boy's buttocks, and then at the boy's dangling legs.

The corners of his mouth twitched, and he finally understood why the general manager had specifically instructed him to bring a wheelchair.

The young assistant sent his boss back to the company with a miserable look on his face, hoping that the general manager was busy sleeping at that time and didn't notice that he had recognized the wrong person.

"It's finally over, Manager Zhang? Send your drinks and people to 4130, the same as usual." The man in the flowered shirt sat carelessly on the sofa and quickly made a phone call to call people.

"Stop playing with your phones and let's have some fun." The man in the flowered shirt moved closer to Blue Hair.

Lanmao was busy typing and ignored him.

"Who are you chatting with—damn it, you're backstabbing us!"

An exclamation instantly attracted Sun Ze's attention. He also moved closer to Lanmao and saw that this person had been controlling his official account at some point and was soliciting customers in the live broadcast room.

Flowered shirt: “…”

Sun Ze: “…”

"What are you talking about? Let's get up and have fun!" The man in the flowered shirt tried to awaken his brother's desire to have fun.

However, not only did Lanmao fail to get the attention, even Sun Ze took out his cell phone to contact his own operations.

“…”

No, who doesn’t have a few companies? Wait!

On the other hand, as soon as Tong Yanqi started broadcasting, a large number of viewers flocked into the live broadcast room, more than ever before.

On one hand, there are fans who are concerned about the mood of their favorite broadcasters, and on the other hand, there are netizens who are here to watch the fun.

[Dharma Monk: Sister Qi, is Brother Yu okay?]

[Yujia’s stock market plummeted today, it’s hard to say]

Second Young Master Zhong: Although the Yu family is a wealthy family, each of their heirs is less than the last. Without Yu Minzhi, the Yu family is on the decline.

[Atlantic Hurricane: What Er Shao said is true. I guess this anchor is about to cry.]

The comments were extremely lively, with some expressing concern, some mocking, some speculating...

However, when Tong Yanqi appeared on the screen, the barrage of comments that were flooding the screen stopped instantly, and after a few seconds the screen was flooded with exclamation marks again.

Tong Yanqi wore a black fishtail skirt, and her skin glowed white under the lights of the live broadcast room. The skirt fit her body curves, making her waist look slender and her figure tall.

In order to allow fans in the live broadcast room to see clearly, Tong Yanqi slowly stepped back until his entire body was in the camera.

As she walked, the hem of her skirt swayed like a swinging fishtail, elegant and graceful.

[Second Master Zhong:! ]

【Atlantic Hurricane:! 】

[Law Monk: Sister Qi is so beautiful! She looks like a proud and cool black swan princess.]

[Retirement at 40: Ahhh! The girl is so beautiful!]

[Unsure: No, my boyfriend is unlucky, but why does this sister look even prettier?]

Tong Yanqi's long black hair was tied up and fixed with a pearl hairpin, making her look particularly elegant and capable. Her red lips were slightly curled, giving her a distant and cold look that kept people at a distance.

"How do you like my makeup today?" Tong Yanqi's expression softened. She put one hand on her waist and turned around slowly. As her skirt bloomed, she looked at the camera with a look that was less cold and more calm and elegant.

[Dharma Monk: OMG, so charming, I'm about to faint! ]

[Chen: Sure, Xiaoxi looks like she has an imposing presence of two meters and two inches today.]

[A ten-year-old fan of Sister Qi: She looks like she has a new soul. Where is my lovely and beautiful Sister Qi?]

[Sister Takes Me: Shashasha, Sister Qi just looked at the camera coldly, as if she wanted to make me drool.jpg]

[I have a foul mouth, so I’ll go first: the pants upstairs fell off, pick them up]

Where did you buy your skirt? Please link!

Tong Yanqi looked at the comments in the comments room with satisfaction, which were all comments about her makeup style today. The previous messy speculations had basically disappeared without a trace.

She sat back in her seat in a good mood and answered Wei Ai Xiaoxi's question: "This dress was custom-made with Manman. She also has a red one."

[Dharma Monk: Wow, I can already imagine the scene of you two appearing in skirts]

[A ten-year fan of Sister Qi: Sister Man is elegant and passionate, Sister Qi is noble and calm, one is flamboyant, the other is aloof, wow~ I really want to see it with my own eyes]

[Atlantic Hurricane: Why is the host still in the mood to dress up when the Yu family is in trouble?]

[Legal Monk: Who doesn't dress up when live streaming? Our Sister Qi is a professional.]

Atlantic Hurricane: Another question: Why is the anchor still in the mood to broadcast live?

Tong Yanqi noticed this account that was over level 50, and his lips curled up slightly as he watched his speech.

You came just in time.