First time connecting to microphone
She logged into the backend of "Delicious Vegetable Shop".
Later, an announcement was updated on the store homepage.
【New notice of our store activities】
“I am the owner of the “Delicious Vegetable Shop”.
To thank you for your long-term support, our store will launch a new monthly reward activity.
Activity format: I will broadcast live in the official live broadcast room of this store at 8:00 pm on the 15th of each month and the last day of the month.
Activity content: During each live broadcast, one online audience member will be randomly selected for a video call to help them solve a problem within their ability.
How to participate: After the live broadcast starts, enter the live broadcast room and click "Apply for a microphone connection". There is no fee.
Note: Everything is up to fate, the right of interpretation belongs to the owner.
After the announcement was made, the first people to discover it were the fans who kept refreshing the store.
They originally came to see if there were any new vegetables, but ended up seeing this announcement.
This blew everyone out of the water.
"What the hell?! Am I dazzled? Live broadcast? Solve the problem by connecting to the microphone?!"
"Oh my god! Wishing with a lottery ticket is like buying a lottery ticket, but this is one-on-one tutoring from Master Zhong himself! Who would dare to take this blessing?"
"Don't stop me! I'm going to ask the Master Zhong to cure my decision-making difficulties!"
"Get out of that upstairs! There's hope for my grandpa's Parkinson's!"
"Can I find my cat that's been missing for four years?"
"Is there a possibility that I can apply for a live broadcast and ask her to help me write my graduation thesis?"
"The picture is too narrow! Ask her to predict the stock market trends for the next ten years!"
"Twice a month! Twice! The chances are infinitely higher than making a wish! Oh my god, happiness comes so suddenly!"
"What does it mean to be destined to be together? Is it enough to just worship the bell god statue every day?"
"Don't compete with me! My son has leukemia and urgently needs a bone marrow transplant. I'm willing to trade twenty years of my life for a chance to connect with him! Master Zhong, please look at me!"
"Me, me, me! Choose me! I'm willing to donate all my wealth, just asking Master Zhong to help me find my daughter who's been abducted for fifteen years!"
"Um... I'm just asking, could you please ask the Master Zhong to help me pay off my debt?"
"Get lost! Upstairs, open up! You're using this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to pay off your Huabei account? I'm asking the Zhong Shen to help me achieve controlled nuclear fusion!"
"Stop dreaming, are you really going to get such a great wish? I'm more practical. I just want to ask Master Zhong to help me pass the postgraduate entrance exam. I kowtow to you, bang bang bang!"
Zhong Ling once again topped the social media trending search list.
In just one minute, the first twenty entries were all dominated by entries related to Zhong Shen’s live broadcast.
#Zhongshen live broadcasts twice a month#
#How to become the destined person of Zhong Shen#
#What wish do you most want to make to the bell god#
…
Countless people flocked to the "delicious vegetable shop" to leave messages.
Naturally, this news was also known to the top leaders of the country.
"Live broadcast?" Zhou Zhenguo rubbed his temples, feeling his blood pressure spiraling out of control again. "What is she going to do?"
Qiao Jianmin's expression was equally solemn. He looked at the emergency report in his hand and said with a wry smile, "Minister, the announcement has been sent out. Now the whole world knows about it."
Zhou Zhenguo stood up and paced back and forth in the office.
"Jianmin, what we need to consider now is the aftermath."
Zhou Zhenguo said in a deep voice, "Think about it. This live broadcast is in front of billions of eyes around the world. God knows what she'll do."
Qiao Jianmin sat there with a worried look on his face, without a single thought in his mind.
Zhou Zhenguo sighed deeply and sat back in his chair. "Notify the Cybersecurity Center, Communications Department, Public Opinion Monitoring Center, and all relevant units to the highest level of alert.
Allow the public to discuss, but be vigilant against any person or group that tries to use this matter to create chaos.
Anyone who dares to cause trouble at this critical juncture will be executed on the spot and dealt with severely and severely!"
Qiao Jianmin stood up and said, "Yes! I'll do it right away."
…
The night is as dark as ink
On an ordinary Friday night, the streets, which should have been bustling, were deserted.
Eight o'clock in the evening sharp.
Live broadcast starts.
In the picture, Zhong Ling is sitting on the sofa, wearing a linen dress, her hair loosely tied up, with a plain white wall behind her. She looks a little lazy.
The moment the picture appeared, the number of people online in the live broadcast room exceeded 100 million and was still soaring.
Barrages of various colors filled the screen.
“Here it comes!”
"Holy crap, I'm in! I was stuck for half an hour!"
"Master Zhong! Master Zhong, look at me! I'd trade ten years of singleness for a chance to connect with the microphone!"
Zhong Ling spoke calmly to the camera, her voice clear and gentle, reaching everyone's ears clearly.
"Good evening, everyone. The live broadcast has begun."
After saying that, she raised her finger and pointed at the screen.
The hearts of audiences across the country were in their throats.
Who will be the first lucky person?
The live broadcast screen was split into two, and a new small window popped up.
The picture shows a middle-aged woman with a haggard face and red and swollen eyes.
She seems to be in the midst of a complete breakdown, and the background is at home, which is in a mess.
Seeing herself suddenly appear in the live broadcast room, she was stunned and seemed unable to react.
"Liu...Liu Mei?" Someone in the comment section recognized her.
A few hours ago, a missing child announcement swept the local social network, and the mother in the photo was this woman.
Liu Mei finally came to her senses. She looked at Zhong Ling in the picture, as if she had grabbed the last straw, and broke down in tears.
"God Zhong! Please, save my child! My son, Xiaojie, got lost in Beishan Park this afternoon. The police have been looking for him for hours, but there's still no news. Please!"
She burst into tears, and the entire live broadcast room fell silent in an instant. Everyone was suppressed by the sudden heavy atmosphere.
In the command center, Qiao Jianmin immediately picked up the phone: "Connect to the Qingbo City Public Security Bureau and have them pay close attention to the disappearance case in Beishan Park!"
Zhong Ling listened quietly to Liu Mei's sobbing without interrupting. After she calmed down a little, she slowly opened her mouth and asked a question that no one had expected.
"What color shoes is he wearing today?"
Liu Mei was stunned and answered subconsciously: "Blue, with a yellow duck on the shoelaces."
"Yeah." Zhong Ling responded and closed her eyes.
One second
Two seconds
Then she opened her eyes, "He's not in Beishan Park."
"Two blocks west of the park, there's an abandoned textile factory. Behind the third workshop in the factory, there's an abandoned dry well.
He was playing around and accidentally fell in. The wellhead was covered with weeds, making it difficult to find. He was too young to climb out.
She paused and added, "It's still safe now. I'm just scared. Go quickly."
Liu Mei was stunned, her mouth slightly open, as if she couldn't understand.
An abandoned textile factory? A dry well? She wasn't from here, so how could she know so much?
But the next second, hope overwhelmed all doubts. She stood up suddenly and bowed madly to the camera: "Thank you! Thank you, Master Zhong!"
Then she grabbed the keys and rushed out the door. The phone camera was shaking violently, and all she could hear was her screams: "Found it! At the textile factory! Hurry!"
The problem was solved, and Zhong Ling directly disconnected the microphone.
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