Jiang Nianchu started staring at the screen, and saw her own face appear on the live screen. Her facial features were delicate, as white as jade, and her lips were as red as vermilion. There was no flaw at all, as if she had turned on the beauty filter.

"Is everyone in?" Jiang Chunian asked.

Hua Junhong pointed to the number of viewers in the upper right corner: "Fans have come in, and the number will be displayed here."

Jiang Chunian looked at the upper right corner and saw a number jumping non-stop. Before she could count the number of people, the live broadcast room went dark.

Jiang Chunian was stunned: "What happened?"

Hua Junhong speculated: "Could it be that too many people came in at once and the server crashed?"

The guy adjusting the equipment nearby said, "That's very likely. Millions of fans just poured in all at once, and the servers couldn't handle it."

Jiang Chunian was surprised: "One million is enough?"

Is it that bad?

Hua Junhong; “…”

The rice cakes looked at the black screen and started screaming: "Ahhh, what's going on? Why is my screen black?"

"What kind of rubbish server is this? I hope it goes bankrupt."

…

Lin Sixian looked at the stuck screen in front of him and frowned tightly.

He picked up his phone and made a call: "Why is the screen stuck?"

The assistant was overwhelmed with emotions after learning about the situation, but quickly replied, "It's probably because too many people rushed in at once, and the server couldn't handle it, so it crashed. The video network will definitely handle it. Just wait a moment."

Lin Sixian's expression remained grim: "Tell them to deal with it quickly."

Fortunately, the video network handled the situation quickly this time and the network was restored after a few minutes.

Jiang Chunian looked at the number of viewers in the upper right corner: "Let me see how many people there are. They actually crashed the server."

The upper right corner shows that five million people are watching, and it is still growing.

"Five million?" Jiang Chunian was curious: "Are there really that many people watching?"

Hua Junhong was speechless: "You have 13 million followers on Weibo. Is 5 million people watching your live broadcast a lot?"

"It's hard to say," Jiang Chunian said. "I heard some people buy followers to make their numbers look better. Who knows if you might buy millions to make mine look better?"

The fans all laughed out loud when they heard this: "Jiang Jie, you really understand the entertainment industry."

Jiang Chunian saw this message and waved his hands. "You're flattering me too much. I just participated in a reality show and filmed two commercials to make a quick buck. I don't plan on being in the entertainment industry in the future. How much can I know about it? I just heard it from others, so just take it as a joke."

"Sister Jiang, this is not fake. Many celebrities and big Vs buy fans. We call them zombie fans." Nian Gao explained to Jiang Chunian.

"Ah, so you really bought fans for me? You don't want me to live broadcast willingly, so you bought me ten million fans instead of one million, right?" Jiang Chunian turned around and looked at Hua Junhong suspiciously.

Hua Junhong was speechless: "I have so much money that I am burning it."

Jiang Chu Nian turned around and asked: "Do I really have so many fans?"

"Of course, Sister Jiang, we are all your fans."

"There's no doubt about it, Sister Jiang, we all love you."

"I love you so much, Sister Jiang. Who will you be with next time you record Brothers and Sisters? Can we have a lottery? I really want to be on the show with you."

Jiang Chuyang also entered the live broadcast room at this time and happened to see this message. He suddenly felt mixed emotions.

Jiang Chunian saw this and spread his hands: "I don't have the final say on this. The director has the final say. The last episode was an accident, so we can't generalize."

Jiang Chuyang felt more and more regretful.

It would have been great if he had cherished this sister-brother relationship.

He himself destroyed their relationship.

"Sister Jiang, can you persuade my brother not to quit the entertainment industry?" A fan of Jiang Chuyang popped up.

"Yes, Sister Jiang, my brother may have a bad temper, but he doesn't have any bad intentions. He is actually very simple. Can you give him a chance and forgive him this time?"

Nian Gao couldn't stand it any longer: "Sunflower, that's enough! What does Jiang Chuyang's retirement have to do with our Sister Jiang? Why do you have to dance in front of our Sister Jiang?"

"Exactly. You're naive, you have bad tempers and are straightforward, so our Jiang Jie deserves to be bullied? She may not be pretty, but she has beautiful thoughts."

Jiang Chunian saw this and quickly said, "Okay, everyone, stop arguing."

Then he said to Sunflower, "I'm not familiar with Jiang Chuyang. I accept his apology, but I also hope everyone can respect my decision. I hope you all understand that spilled water cannot be undone. Not everything in this world can be redeemed."

Jiang Chuyang's eyes couldn't help but turn red again.

He remembered Jiang Chunian's words again: The Jiang Chunian who loved you is dead.

His heart was broken.

He was the one who destroyed the brother-sister relationship with his own hands, so how could he have the nerve to ask Jiang Chunian for forgiveness?

He left the livestream and switched to the Penguin fan group, where he immediately posted on his main account: "Thank you very much to the Sunflowers for your support and love, but please respect my choice and stop bothering my sister. It doesn't matter whether my sister forgives me or not, I will work hard to make myself stronger to protect her. Please."

The fans were heartbroken after seeing this and stopped causing trouble in the live broadcast room.

Jiang Chunian chatted with fans for a while, and Hua Junhong coughed lightly: "Don't just chat, it's time to distribute benefits."

Jiang Chunian came back to his senses, "I mentioned before that there will be benefits for 10 million fans, but besides fortune telling, I can't sing or dance, so the benefit of today's live broadcast is to tell fortunes for five lucky fans. Now we are going to draw the first lucky fan, everyone get ready."

Jiang Chu Nian said three, two, one, and as soon as he finished speaking, the lottery app appeared in the comment area, and netizens clicked on it one after another.

Lin Sixian and Jiang Chuyang looked at the lottery app that was spinning so fast that they could hardly see it clearly. They wanted to click on it, but in the end they didn't.

Soon, the first lucky fan was drawn, and his nickname was displayed in large letters on the public screen: "I, the fan who has loved Jiang Jie for ten thousand years, please contact me privately."

Jiang Chu Nian found it funny to read this nickname: "You don't have to love me for ten thousand years. I won't live for ten thousand years either."

"I will love you for ten thousand years." The fans are rebelling.

Jiang Chunian shook his head.

I love Sister Jiang for ten thousand years. I quickly sent a private message and asked Jiang Chunian: "Would you like to link the video with me and show your face in the live broadcast room?"

I love Jiang Jie for ten thousand years and quickly replied: "Yes."

Hua Junhong asked the young man to operate it, and soon a young man in his twenties appeared in the camera. Pedestrians walked behind him from time to time, and the sound of flight announcements could be heard.