The phone vibrated for the second time. Shan Song answered, and Qi Changzhou exclaimed in surprise, "Are you crazy?! Dude? It's a live stream! Hundreds of thousands of people are watching you! No, it's already in the millions... This data, it's borderline traffic, no, how should you calculate this... Ugh, I'm getting off-topic, I meant..."
After listening to a string of rambling nonsense with almost no clear point, Shan Song frowned and asked, "What?"
"It's a live stream, didn't I tell you it would be at 8 o'clock!"
"I know—" Shan Song paused, then suddenly felt a pang of fear. Oh no, he hadn't checked the time. It shouldn't be like this.
I moved the screen away, and the time jumped to 8:05.
"..." Shan Song closed his eyes briefly. On the other end of the phone, Qi Changzhou mumbled, "I told you two to get ready. You're too much! Coming up with this risqué stuff so early in the morning. This is a serious program!"
"I'm warning you, don't shut down the live stream!"
"Next time you do something this exciting, at least let me know in advance so the PR team can be prepared. Show some consideration for our employees, okay?"
"But it really works well; the barrage of comments is flooded with question marks."
"The live streaming data is showing an exponential upward trend. With a little effort, it will exceed ten million, which will immediately close the gap between you and the other two groups."
"And finally the audience isn't all on your side anymore. There are a few who are neutral now, and a few bystanders who are speaking up for you. Although they were hit hard, I'll definitely give them a few big red envelopes to appease them after the show ends."
"..."
Qi Changzhou's words became a slightly noisy background noise. Shan Song's mind raced for a moment, and his first reaction was to rush upstairs: "Zhao Zhao!"
Tong Zhao had just changed her clothes and was washing up, her mouth still full of toothbrush and foam. Hearing his urgent call, she immediately ran out and mumbled, "What's wrong?"
Dan Song looked at the camera, which was now properly concealed, breathed a sigh of relief, and escorted the man into the bathroom, whispering in his ear, "The live stream has started."
Tong Zhao had just rinsed his mouth when he heard the sound and paused, looking at Shan Song. His expression couldn't be more genuine. Combined with the anxious tone Shan Song had just used, he immediately had a bad feeling. He asked with difficulty, "When did it start?"
Shan Song paused for a moment, picked up the phone, straightened his expression, and asked, "Where did it start?" After asking, he added, "Live broadcast."
Qi Changzhou was left hanging for a while. He looked away from his silly younger brother's live stream and realized what was going on with his brother. It turned out that the two people involved didn't know anything. Speechless for a moment, he still answered first: "It starts with making my husband happy."
After saying that, she couldn't help but retort to Shan Song, "Are you on a different time zone than me? I thought you guys were the most reliable. Qi Yan hasn't had any problems yet, but you almost messed things up."
Dan Song didn't refute. He looked at the blush on his wife's nape and sighed, "It's okay, let's leave it at that. Keep an eye on the trend in the live stream."
"Do you even need to tell me?" Qi Changzhou complained, holding the phone that had just been hung up.
He glanced around the four live stream rooms, then resignedly continued to keep an eye on them. While doing so, he also had to take care of the remaining work at the company. He also had to keep an eye on Qi Yan's little lousy company. Goodness, he was the only one being taken advantage of. He really was destined to be a worrier.
Shan Song finally managed to pull his wife, who was so embarrassed she wanted to disappear into the ground, out of the bathroom. He also casually ripped off the cover from the camera lens in the master bedroom, probably in a fit of anger, and even pulled it a little crooked.
"Let's go, the production crew should be sending people soon, let's hurry up and eat." Shan Song held out a hand and waved it at him: "Don't worry, you didn't perform too badly just now, wasn't that just your usual performance?"
Dan Song said in a low voice that because he didn't have a microphone, his voice was very soft and the live streamers couldn't hear anything.
What are they saying? And holding hands, what does that mean?
[It's just a publicity stunt, they'll stop at nothing.]
[What's the point of acting? Everyone knows what they're really like.]
[This person is out of their mind. Aren't they from a wealthy family? Why would they cooperate with this minor celebrity in putting on a show?]
[Don't say Xiaojianren's husband isn't bad-looking; putting aside his character, he certainly has good taste.]
Come on, this is so fake and greasy.
[Tong Zhao does have some skills; I knew I could learn something from him.]
[What skills do you have? The skills to seduce alphas?]
[They seem quite affectionate, so why such malice? Are people so hostile these days?]
[Where did this idiot come from, barging in without any knowledge? Why are they talking on the mic?]
[May the Tong family live on forever.]
[Funny, where did this comedian come from?]
【Love my ass!】
Tong Zhao was led downstairs by Shan Song's hand. Aunt Lin finished cooking the meal and left the restaurant. Tong Zhao wanted to chat for a bit with his tablet, since he still had some fans even though he wasn't famous.
Even if most people are just there to laugh at him, there might also be some silently supporting him in front of their screens.
Shan Song noticed this and took the tablet from him first, winking at him: I'll do it.
Then he casually served Tong Zhao a bowl of porridge and placed it in front of him: "Eat first."
Tong Zhao listened to him and obediently started eating, while secretly glancing at the camera out of the corner of his eye. He had been an actor for several years, so he was very camera-savvy; he had specifically reminded Shan Song to sit in the best spot when they went downstairs.
After taking his seat, Shan Song didn't rush to eat. He glanced at the comments on the screen but didn't pick out anything particularly valuable. So he started introducing himself and Tong Zhao.
While eating, Tong Zhao secretly glanced at the alpha making his first appearance in front of the camera. He was awkward but very assertive, and his demeanor was somewhat similar to when they first met. He was fierce, and even his eyes seemed sharper because he wasn't facing her.
Believe it or not, this works. The comments section is visibly less free-flowing than before, as if a very strict censor has grabbed the haters by the neck.
Tong Zhao glanced furtively at her phone, using the act of drinking porridge to hide the smile on her face.
"Honey, say hello."
Shan Song's voice suddenly softened and called out, a stark contrast to his previous cold and hard tone. It was intentional, Tong Zhao knew, and she also knew his purpose in doing so, which warmed her heart.
Looking up, Tong Zhao smiled and greeted the tablet that had turned around: "Hello everyone, I'm Tong Zhao. Over the next two weeks, I hope my partner and I can give you a good viewing experience."
Shan Song quickly turned the camera away. Tong Zhao smiled and put some food on his plate, saying, "Don't bother, you should eat first."
“Okay, I’ll report these abusive comments.” Shan Song said naturally.
Dan Song's attitude was so natural that the comments section froze for a moment before erupting into a frenzy a few seconds later.
[No, he just said it so sweetly?]
Seriously? You can't take a joke?
To be honest, he's quite frank...
[No, am I the only one feeling the pressure from the domineering CEO (I guess)?]
Don't insult the "domineering CEO" type, thank you. The guy next door is the real domineering CEO.
[Break through as if defending.]
Ha, such a petty person, no wonder they live in such a run-down place.
[That's not fair. The Rong and Qi families next door don't live in any mansions either; they're quite low-key.]
"The way you put it, it seems like the Rong family's layout is somewhat similar to theirs, doesn't it?"
[Is this a case of staged moon landing for publicity?]
The arguments in the comments section went on and on, but Shan Song didn't bother to pay attention. He finished breakfast with Tong Zhao, and then the production team's task began.
As expected, they were left to find their own way to get to their destination.
Tong Zhao held the thin card, read the task aloud to the camera, turned around to find Shan Song, and handed him a handheld gimbal: "We need to film it ourselves."
Shan Song picked up the luggage the two had packed: "Okay, let's go."
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