Chapter 007 Live Broadcast to Coax

a Child to Sleep Jiang Yiqing was just joking. If he were to eat the meat of a pig spirit, he

would not be able to do it. The pig spirit was three hundred years old, and its meat had long been too tough to eat.

However, pig spirit meat is indeed a great tonic, but Jiang Yiqing has no interest in it. He does not want to cultivate immortality, so there is no need.

While talking to his friends online, Jiang Yiqing received a text message.

…The ticket he just bought reminded him to pay, because when the bank card was deducted, it showed that the balance on the bank card was insufficient.

Jiang Yiqing: “…”

He did not expect that he had become so miserable. He counted on his fingers and found that his recent spending had almost emptied his savings. He

did not even have enough money for the ticket.

The two divination fees have not arrived yet, and the money for the gifts received by the platform will not be available until next month. The

more Jiang Yiqing thought about it, the more serious his expression became.

How about... asking the Kong family to urge them to pay the divination fee? Uh, or I wonder if anyone is willing to take the three hundred year old pork. Although the meat is tough, it is quite nutritious.

Netizens in the live broadcast room found that the anchor suddenly stopped talking and his expression became particularly serious. They all became nervous for a while.

"Did something happen? When dealing with the pig spirit just now, the anchor's expression wasn't so serious, right?"

"Qingqing's expression is simply so handsome, wuwuwu, sorry, I'll take a screenshot and save it first."

"You upstairs..., remember to send me the screenshots, I didn't capture them just now."

"OK, if you want the pictures, add this number: xx..."

When Jiang Yiqing came back to his senses and saw the content of the barrage: "..."

He adjusted his expression: "Nothing, I just found myself so poor."

As soon as he finished speaking, his phone vibrated. After Jiang Yiqing saw the content, his expression immediately changed from gloomy to bright.

Because Miao Ke sent him a private message in the background, asking him for his bank account number.

At this time, the situation did not allow Jiang Yiqing to be reserved, and he quickly typed and sent his bank card number.

The series of actions did not look like a master at all.

The Kong family was very fast. After a few minutes, Jiang Yiqing received a text message from the bank, and there was an extra 20,000 in the card.

Good guys, the Kong family is really generous.

Eat the emperor's salary, be loyal to the emperor. He must handle the matter of the pig spirit beautifully!

Jiang Yiqing quickly paid for the plane ticket. After buying the plane ticket, he still had a lot of money left. He smiled at the netizens in the live broadcast room: "Thank you for your concern. I have money now."

"It seems that the anchor has received the fortune-telling fee?"

"Qingqing, I have money, I will support you!"

Jiang Yiqing: "..."

He directly ignored this barrage and answered other people's questions: "Haha, yes, the fortune-telling fee was received."

"The anchor is too confused. I think I have to pay the fortune-telling fee first and then tell the fortune. Otherwise, what should I do if I encounter a debtor?"

What Jiang Yiqing didn't say was that if someone dared to owe money, it would be better to be prepared to bear the consequences. He is not that easy to bully.

But there is no need to say this, as he looks like a debt collector.

Maybe today's luck was really good. Not long after, Jiang Yiqing received another 10,000 yuan from Chen Wanfu. The policeman also thanked him for his report, and Jiang Yiqing got another 10,000 yuan bonus.

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Jiang Yiqing was in a good mood after becoming rich. It happened that the plane still had several hours, and this little time was not enough for him to do other things, so he just continued the live broadcast.

Jiang Yiqing got the yellow paper, took the red pen, and drew the talisman with his eyes down.

The beautiful young man's long eyelashes drooped, with a bit of mystery that made people dare not blaspheme.

"Wow, Qingqing is so beautiful. I can eat three bowls of rice just looking at this face."

"Crazy screenshots..."

"What did the anchor draw? The pattern feels mysterious. I drew it according to it. Although it looks very similar, it doesn't have the same feeling as the talisman drawn by the anchor."

Jiang Yiqing drew a demon-locking talisman, which was also a preparation for going to the Kong family to take the pig spirit away.

Otherwise, the pig spirit would have to be checked in, which would cost a lot of money. Well, it's so plain and simple.

After drawing the talisman, he exhaled, then remembered that he was broadcasting live, and looked up at the screen.

There was a serious one among the many chatty comments.

"Master, master, do you have a way to cure insomnia?"

Insomnia. Jiang Yiqing put down his pen, put away the talisman, and said, "General insomnia is quite simple to treat."

"Great, Master, please help my brother. He can only sleep two or three hours a day and is as irritable as a Tyrannosaurus Rex all day long."

Jiang Yiqing: "..."

Is there anyone who would say that about his own brother?

But it is really miserable to sleep only two or three hours a day, and it is normal to have a bad temper. Jiang Yiqing felt a little sympathetic to this insomniac, so he was kind enough to say, "I'll sing a song for him, and he should be able to fall asleep." The boy who

kept swiping the bullet screen to ask for help from Jiang Yiqing was named Wen Junrong. Wen Junrong liked some strange things since he was a child. It was a coincidence that he was bored that day and happened to open the Miaomiao live broadcast software and saw a "metaphysical fortune-telling" live broadcast room. For the curious Wen Junrong, it was very attractive and he clicked in without hesitation. He

hesitated. He was one of the first netizens to enter the live broadcast room, so from Chen Wanfu to Zhu Jing, Wen Junrong could be said to have watched the whole process.

The more he watched, the more he felt that Jiang Yiqing was too awesome, and he was simply his idol.

Wen Junrong's admiration for Jiang Yiqing has reached its peak, and he even thinks that he can do anything.

While he was watching the live broadcast, his brother Wen Xiuyan came back from the company with a sullen face.

When he woke up this morning, his brother was no longer at home, and went to work in the company. Wen Junrong didn't know how he was doing, but looking at his brother's appearance, he was afraid that he didn't sleep well last night.

Although Wen Junrong complained that his brother was as fierce as a Tyrannosaurus Rex, he was his own brother after all. When his brother slept well, he would not be fierce to him for no reason, so Wen Junrong was still very worried about his brother.

Especially recently, his brother's sleep was getting less and less.

The doctor said that if this continued, his brother might not be able to live a normal life.

Thinking of this, Wen Junrong became depressed. He and his brother were the proud children since childhood and were much more capable than him.

Later, the family encountered great changes, and the company was spied on by others. At that time, Wen Junrong was only in junior high school. Seeing his mother crying secretly all day, he felt very stressed, but he could do nothing.

At the most difficult time at home, his brother who was still in college took on everything, fighting wits and courage with those people while completing his studies.

In this way, the Wen family slowly recovered, and those people also settled down.

However, his brother has to endure so much at such a young age, and the mental pressure can be imagined...

Thinking of this, Wen Junrong looked at his brother who was walking over, with a sad expression.

Wen Xiuyan only slept for three hours last night, and the long-term accumulated sleepiness made his brows tightly locked, and no one dared to provoke him with a dark face.

As soon as he came over, he met the eyes of his stupid brother, and Wen Xiuyan's brows wrinkled even more tightly, and he did not hide his disgust: "Don't look at me like that, is it evil?"

Wen Junrong's sad mood that had been accumulated with great difficulty was directly broken: "..."

He could only keep comforting himself, forget it, he is a good brother, and he will not argue with his brother who has not slept well for a long time.

Wen Junrong pulled himself out of his sad thoughts and his eyes fell on the live broadcast room on his mobile phone screen. Looking at Jiang Yiqing, he thought unconsciously that the master seemed to have a very good temper. If only his brother was half as gentle as him.

Unfortunately, the biggest problem now is that his brother can't sleep well. Even the gentlest person will get irritable.

No, since the master is so powerful, can he ask him if there is any way to cure his brother's insomnia?

Wen Junrong did what he said, and the scene just now appeared.

Hearing that the master could cure his brother's insomnia, Wen Junrong was cheered up. As a loyal fan of the master, he did not doubt his ability at all. Since the master said it was possible, then it must be possible!

Wen Junrong typed excitedly: "Master, don't worry, wait until I call my brother over, don't worry, I will definitely reward you handsomely!"

Although Jiang Yiqing was short of money, he was embarrassed to charge: "No, it's just a song."

Wen Junrong was even more moved, the master was so kind!

He looked at his brother not far away happily, how could he dare to call him over, just let him go by himself!

So, Wen Junrong immediately ran over: "Brother, look, I found a way to cure your insomnia!"

Wen Xiuyan originally sat on the sofa with his eyes closed to rest, but his mind was full of work, and he didn't feel sleepy at all.

Hearing his brother's voice, Wen Xiuyan opened his eyes, with a pair of narrow red phoenix eyes that were calm and intimidating: "How many times have I told you, don't worry so much."

Perhaps feeling his brother's concern, Wen Xiuyan's tone became softer.

But the aura of a superior person that Wen Xiuyan had accumulated for a long time still made Wen Junrong shrink back.

But when he heard that his brother didn't believe in the master, Wen Junrong didn't know where he got the courage. While refuting his brother, he also popularized the knowledge about how powerful the master was.

Wen Xiuyan, who had relaxed his brows, frowned again. What is all this?

Wen Junrong was typing furiously, sending a barrage to tell Jiang Yiqing that it was time to start, and put the screen in front of Wen Xiuyan.

"Brother, look!"

Wen Xiuyan said, his eyes unconsciously fell on the screen: "You..."

Seeing the handsome young man on the screen, Wen Xiuyan was stunned, and the words he originally wanted to teach his brother got stuck in his throat.

"The master said he would sing a song for you, just listen slowly." Wen Junrong was afraid that his brother would beat him, so he quickly stuffed the phone into his hand, slipped away.

Wen Xiuyan didn't care about his brother, because the handsome young man on the screen sang a song.

As he listened, his expression became strange. This song was really...

The netizens who were originally looking forward to Jiang Yiqing singing, when they heard his singing, they even thought that there was something wrong with their ears.

"This... the face of an angel, the voice of a devil."

"Haha, Qingqing, are you singing one note in tune? I'm dying of laughter."

"Qingqing's serious look is so cute, but let's just say, can this song really make people fall asleep?"

Jiang Yiqing did not answer the doubts in the barrage, but if you look closely, you will find that his cheeks have a suspicious blush.

He naturally knows that he is a little tone-deaf, no, a lot.

However, to cure insomnia, the key is to make people fall asleep, don't worry about those details!

Humph, wait until these people fall asleep and see if they will still laugh at his bad singing! Jiang Yiqing smiled, thought maliciously, and sang more seriously at the same time.

Soon, the song ended, and after a while, the barrage in the live broadcast room slowly refreshed.

"Eh? I just went to the restroom, why is everyone silent?"

"My boss just came and I muted the live broadcast room."

"These people are still in the live broadcast room, but they are not speaking. They are not really... asleep, are they?"

"Ahhh! The anchor is amazing. I just had something to do and left for a while. I asked my friend to help me get the phone. When I came back, I saw my friend sleeping like a dead pig. I mean, I can't wake him up even if I hit him:)"

At the same time, Wen Junrong hid for a while, and then came over secretly to see if his brother was sleepy.

As a result, the scene in front of him made him breathe a little lighter.

His cell phone was lying on the carpet, and the mental stress had affected his sleep. His brother, who hadn't had a good night's sleep for a long time, was quietly leaning on the sofa and fell into a deep sleep.

Wen Junrong took a deep breath and widened his eyes. The anchor was really... amazing! It was just like him... no, it was his brother's reborn parents!