Chapter 7: Statue
Jiang Yang looked down and found that it was an invitation application from Tianhai to be an anchor.
As the largest live streaming platform, Tianhai has always adhered to the robber principle of keeping all talents in its own hands. Most of the anchors in the current market are contracted artists under Tianhai.
They will regularly look for potential anchors among novice anchors, sign low-price agreements with them, and promise to give them secret operations within the software and push them to the platform homepage.
Those anchors who have not signed contracts with them will be targeted by them for various reasons, such as closing their live broadcast rooms, stealing their data, and forcibly pushing them off the recommended positions on the software homepage, until the anchors can no longer bear it and choose to sign contracts or quit the circle.
It is precisely this disgusting operation that has ensured Tianhai's leading position in the live broadcast industry for so many years.
Jiang Yang had no intention of only broadcasting on Tianhai from the beginning. After all, although Tianhai is the leader in the live broadcast industry, there are many restrictions in the contract, and if you are not careful, you will be sued.
Jiang Yang has no interest in suffering like that.
Of course, what’s more important is that Jiang Yang doesn’t have an ID card now, so she can’t sign a contract even if she wants to.
Fortunately, many things in this world are different from her original world. Even if she doesn't sign the contract, she can still get the tips from her live broadcast.
Thinking of this, Jiang Yang ignored Tianhai's signing invitation, opened the document in his mind, and began to modify the outline.
Because he had not thought that live streaming could not only make money but also gain the power of faith, Jiang Yang's outline was directly adapted from a short story narrated by Chongming.
At that time, Jiang Yang only wanted to take advantage of the popularity of the God of Light to arouse people's interest in reading. Now Jiang Yang wants to insert some personal opinions into this story, so naturally he needs to deal with some small details.
Chongming always remained silent when working in Jiangyang. This was a habit he developed in the Temple of Light.
When Jiang Yang felt hungry and looked out the window, he found that it was already dark.
The aroma of food that filled her nose was like an endless ocean, drowning Jiang Yang.
Seeing that Jiang Yang had finally finished his work, Chongming's little head popped out from behind the table.
He struggled to bring the food from the kitchen to the table while shouting, "Eat! Eat!"
Jiang Yang was deeply moved, "Ah, thank you Chongming, I love you so much."
As she spoke, she took three or two steps forward and wanted to hug Chongming, but Chongming used a spatula to block her from reaching the air, so she had to stop half an arm's length away from Chongming.
Chongming was wearing a long floral apron that dragged on the ground, which was so cute.
But the next second, Jiang Yang heard Chongming's chubby little mouth spit out cold and ruthless words:
"Stop! If you want to eat, don't say anything. Wash your hands and get to the table!"
Jiang Yang hurriedly washed his hands and went to the table. When he saw the strange dishes on the table, he was puzzled.
"What is this black thing?" Jiang Yang pointed at the dish in front of him and asked cautiously.
Chongming put the stool he had dragged in front of the table, and used his hands and feet to climb onto the stool with great effort.
The whole process took a minute, and Jiang Yang could still hear Chongming muttering to himself.
"Isn't technology advanced? Why is the human world still inferior to the divine realm?"
"It's really inconvenient to go up and down here. It's even more inconvenient than when I was in the God Realm."
Jiang Yang looked at Chongming's clumsy hands and feet and felt sorry for him. "Next time, I'll cook."
Zhongming shook his head: "No, I'm very good at making these, don't worry, once I get used to the current kitchen utensils, I will definitely make it even more delicious!"
Jiang Yang looked at Chongming's determined face. Although he felt like he was hiring child labor, he nodded helplessly. "Okay, but remember to ask me to help you with some small tasks like making side dishes next time."
Chongming sat on the chair, held his head high, and said firmly: "No, this is just a small difficulty. I can overcome it. I am not a child anymore."
Jiang Yang went to the kitchen to set the table, and considerately moved the dishes in front of him to Chongming to make it easier for Chongming to pick up the dishes.
"Your body is that of a three-year-old. Even if your mind is that of an adult, you're still a child in front of others."
Jiang Yang looked at the small piece of Chongming in front of him, picked up the dish in front of him and put it into his mouth.
During this process, her expression remained unchanged, but she was already prepared to die in her heart.
I kept comforting myself in my heart: "This is made by Chongming, a three-year-old child. Even if it doesn't taste good, it must be delicious!"
As soon as the dark food entered his mouth, the first thing that hit Jiang Yang's taste buds was the sour and salty taste.
Jiang Yang couldn't taste the original flavor of this dish, she just felt that it was not as bad as she had imagined.
She hesitated for two seconds, and ultimately did not swallow it directly. Instead, she chewed it twice with her teeth and unexpectedly found that it tasted quite good.
Jiang Yang nodded, feeling a little surprised.
"What is this?" she asked again, but this time, there was a hint of smile and satisfaction in her words.
Chongming sat on a small stool. Because of the height difference between the stool and the table, it was difficult for him to see the dishes other than the one in front of him.
After hearing Jiang Yang's question, he staggered to stand up, but was pushed down by Jiang Yang again.
Jiang Yang smiled and said, "Forget it, just sit down and have a good meal."
"I'm just curious. I've never eaten dishes with this flavor before, so I wanted to ask. I don't necessarily mean to get to the bottom of it."
"But I didn't expect that you, a divine messenger, are so good at cooking."
Jiang Yang's praise made Zhongming blush first, "I'm not very familiar with the seasonings used in the mortal world nowadays, otherwise I wouldn't have made it so strange."
"Don't worry, I'll make it even better next time. Just have a bite for now."
Jiang Yang: "I forgot this time, but look at you now. I'm afraid to ask you to turn on the gas stove. Let me do it next time."
However, after hearing what Chongming said, she became curious: "Are you making this for yourself, or for the God of Light? So the God of Light needs to eat too?"
Chongming was holding a bowl that was half the size of his face. His short, fat hands were skillfully using chopsticks to pick up rice.
Hearing this, a pair of eyes appeared around the edge of the rice bowl, and he hesitated and said: "I don't know, I have never seen the God of Light eat anyway."
As Jiang Yang picked up some food, he asked with a smile, "How did you develop your cooking skills? Do you cook for yourself?"
Chongming: "I cook for the celestial dogs raised by Mother Earth. They love my food so much that sometimes they even fight over it!"
Jiang Yang picked up the dish from the plate with his chopsticks, but dropped it again. "Is this for the dog?"
Wouldn't that be dog food? Jiang Yang looked at the dish in front of him, which only had the taste. It was no wonder that little dogs didn't care about the appearance of the dishes when they ate, as long as they tasted good.
Chongming was so hungry that he didn't hear the hidden meaning of Jiang Yang's words. He almost buried his face in the bowl and started eating in big mouthfuls.
Seeing this, Jiang Yang picked up a big mouthful of food and put it into his mouth.
So what if it was dog food? It might even be cleaner and healthier than the takeout she was eating before!
Moreover, Chongming’s cooking skills are really not exaggerated. Although I don’t know what he used and I can’t tell the original appearance of the dish at all, the taste is really good.
Anyway, apart from the fact that Jiang Yang had eaten better food than Chongming in some big restaurants, he couldn't find food anywhere else that was as delicious as Chongming's.
Don’t say that, God is God, even what a dog eats is better than what she, a mortal, ate before.
After eating and drinking, Jiang Yang opened the drawing software on his computer and began to make cartoon pictures using himself as a template.
The next night, Jiang Yang changed the background image of her live broadcast room's system to a picture she made herself with just one click ten minutes in advance.
When the audience in the live broadcast room came in, the first thing they saw was the background picture.
The figure that appears and disappears among the flying white leaves is enough to captivate people at a glance.
But when you look closely, you can see that the white fallen leaves vaguely look like fluttering butterflies, blocking the beautiful face of the god, as if preventing mortals from looking directly at the god.
The white cloth covering the eyes is so wide that it covers half of the god's face. The god's eyes cannot be seen, and the god's identity cannot be determined. However, as soon as you see this picture, you will know that the figure in the picture is the god.
She was beautiful, but her slightly furrowed brows did not make people feel pity, only fear. This was the pressure from God.
The aura of God can be felt even through a picture, and no one can fake it.
"Mom, I really saw God..."
"I'm starting to get excited. Someone who can draw a god must be very familiar with him. I think what such a person reveals is true."
Jiang Yang looked at the comments in the live broadcast room and smiled. She had put a lot of thought into creating the effect of this image.
Although I have made up my mind to ask the audience to reveal my identity, what's the point of telling them the truth directly?
What can make people believe without a doubt is never the truth, but what they have searched for with great difficulty.
This picture of Jiang Yang was drawn based on himself, but in order to set a puzzle for the audience, Jiang Yang did not draw his own features.
Not only that, she made some comic designs based on her real appearance, so that the picture is a bit weird.
But even so, the people in this world seem to regard this picture as a portrait of God...
Jiang Yang didn't expect the picture to be so effective, but after just a little thought, she understood the whole story.
When gods descend into the world, they always cover themselves with a ball of light so bright that mortals cannot see it clearly.
Only some believers who are particularly favored by the gods will receive the gods' special permission to see the gods' true appearance under the dazzling light.
Gradually, those who could see the true face of the gods and draw them became the most famous group of believers - priests.
As the group closest to the gods, priests are undoubtedly the most respected group in this world that worships gods so much.
It’s a pity that since the war of the gods, the gods have fallen and have never appeared before or after humans again, and the priests have gradually declined.
Only a few families whose ancestors were priests still continue to produce priests, but almost no priests can see the true face of the gods anymore, and they only have the title of priests.
Before Jiang Yang took this picture, humans had not seen any new statues of gods for nearly three hundred years, except for the statues that had survived to the present day.
Jiang Yang raised his hand, and as his ten fingers flew, lines of subtitles appeared on the screen of the live broadcast room.
[Note: This article is adapted from a true story. Although the deity involved authorized the adaptation, appropriate censorship will be applied to the people and deities involved in the story to protect their reputation.]
Because of that background picture, the traffic of the live broadcast room had doubled from before. As soon as this sentence came out, the live broadcast room instantly became a hot search on major platforms.
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