Tang Wan did not expect that Zong He was so petty. He had just heard the other party's footsteps and was teasing him. This man was too strong-willed. You could not say he was weak. He had a sullen face all the time. When he smiled, the other party became even more unhappy. He was so petty, as small as a needle tip.
Looking online again, fans all felt sorry for Tang Wan and gave him rewards: Take good care of yourself and buy more delicious food.
Tang Tang looks so pitiful, he looks so thin.
This means Tang Tang really has a partner, but her health is not good. Alas, no matter how hard she works, she can't get married. How pitiful.
It doesn't necessarily mean a partner, it can be said to be a family member.
Give me money to buy meat, come on Tangtang!
Take good care of your family members and buy more medicine.
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Tang Wan didn't know whether to laugh or cry, this group of people were so adorable. It was not that he was lying, but he wasn't at the point where he had to rely on fans' help to survive, and he didn't want to do anything to gain sympathy.
Zong He was even more angry when he saw the rows of words floating on the barrage in front of Tang Wan. There were also people who gave him money to see a doctor! How weak is he?
Tang Wan stroked his cat's fur earnestly and stretched out his wrist to show the other party: "They sympathized with me because of my poor health, and I said I was weak, helpless and pitiful."
At this time, another wave of comments began to refresh: Buy some supplements for your family!
Hope your leg gets better soon!
Being in a wheelchair is so pitiful, I’ll give you a mansion!
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Zong He looked at Tang Wan with resentment, without saying a word, his eyes expressed that he was very angry!
This made Tang Wan also very resentful. Seeing the other party like this, he felt a pain in his back. This was really a blame falling from the sky, making it seem as if he had said a lot of bad things behind his back. He swore that he really didn't say that much.
It’s still a live broadcast now, and the audience will notice that he keeps looking back when talking. Tang Wan didn’t bother to explain, and looked at Zong He pitifully and pretended to be pitiful: I was wrong, I give in!
Zong Hyuk took a deep breath and walked away, completely unable to handle the "coquettish" look from his partner.
After the live broadcast, Tang Wan released so many cute pets at once, and some people made albums and uploaded them to the Internet, which won a lot of clicks. At this time, some people thought, if all the live broadcast videos of Tang Wan were integrated together, made into an album, and posted on the video website, could it win more clicks? So, some people used private messages to poke Tang Wan, wanting this authorization. Unfortunately, Tang Wan is a broadcaster who does not accept any private messages. To contact him, you have to leave a message in his live broadcast room, and Tang Wan will contact them. The relevant parties discussed how long they have to wait for his live broadcast? He is so lazy! Besides, what if he pretends to be blind and does not see it when you send him a message? So, Tang Wan received a note from the official website of Xingyao Media, and the other party asked directly: Can you sign a contract with us and sell the copyright of the video to us?
As soon as this news came out, many of Tang Wan’s fans followed suit and shouted: Not for sale!!
After selling it, do I have to pay to watch the live broadcast?
Poor students just want to watch, but they have no money to pay!
Scholars who study ancient Earth creatures say: Poor!
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The officials were all confused, because Tang Wan was ranked among the top three in the entire live streaming circle in terms of the amount of tips he received. His fans were so awesome, were they all poor?
To be honest, there are quite a few poor people, many of whom are students interested in ancient Earth biology and scholars who study this area. Tang Wan gets a lot of tips because he has a lot of fans. With one star coin per person, he can make a lot of money in one night. Other Internet celebrities have to pay a ticket fee to enter the live broadcast room, and they make this kind of money. Tang Wan also considered taking that path at first, but later thought that what he needed was popularity, so he gave up.
After seeing this message, Tang Wan quickly replied to the other party: I’m sorry, I don’t have any ideas in this regard for the time being. If I do, I will give priority to your website.
Tang Wan also considered that if he sold the copyright, on the one hand, fans would not be willing to pay for it. They were used to watching free content and gave rewards based on their mood. Once they were forced to buy, they would definitely feel disappointed. Secondly, it would reduce his popularity. At present, accumulating popularity is his main concern, and making money is secondary.
As soon as this Weibo post came out, many people in the entertainment and internet celebrity circles were talking behind his back: Who the hell is this guy who eats, sleeps and masturbates? He doesn't care about money at all! Or he is just an idiot who doesn't want to make money. He is a complete idiot!
Alvin, the second son of the Marquis of Keppel, naturally sneered at all this. How could this person be as powerful as the Marquis? At most, he was just a wealthy businessman. How many nobles would let their partners show up in public like this, trying to please the audience online like an actor and asking for tips from the audience? Did the nobles have no dignity left?
"Investigate, keep investigating. I don't believe that I can't contact him."
The young master gave a death order, and the butler could only mobilize manpower and resources to look up Tang Wan's information. He spent a lot of effort and contacted the official Empire Star Network to check Tang Wan's ID, but the result was: nothing was found!
When Alvin heard the news, he showed no sign of backing down. "How could they not find out? They just don't want to find out. I don't believe that they can give gifts and money to the Marquis. Who dares not give him face?"
The housekeeper frowned. The Marquis had been considering the two children. Because the eldest and second young masters were twins, the brothers were the same age, and the order of seniority could not be used to select the heir. The Marquis meant to watch them fight and encourage them to compete. He could understand that the second young master wanted to please the young Duke Tang and seek a boost for the family's future, so that he would have a better chance of winning the Marquis's heir. However, it was a bit risky to do this without knowing the details of the anchor.
The housekeeper advised: "Master, I think it is better to discuss this matter with the Marquis."
Alvin frowned in disgust. "No, my father said that we should handle the affairs of the younger generation ourselves. There is no need to trouble him. He is just an internet celebrity. Would a truly powerful nobleman sell his face?"
The butler bowed his head and said, "Then listen to the young master."
Alvin gritted his teeth, a fierce cold light flashed in his eyes. He had been suppressed by his twin brother since he was a child. The outside world said that his brother was the heir. He refused to accept it. The other party was just one minute earlier than him. Why should he add the word "Second" in front of the word "Young Master"? Alvin was also ruthless this time. No matter how hard he tried, he would get on the big ship of Duke Tang and kill his eldest brother!
However, Tang Wan's identity was a mystery. The housekeeper spent a lot of time and finally asked someone to check Tang Wan's personal information on the Star Network. Except for his name and age, everything else was the same: no access! Even the identity of his partner was: no access!
The butler also understood that this pet blogger should not be an ordinary person. He could protect his identity so well. Most nobles could not do it. He could not be investigated. He was the butler of the Marquis's Mansion. He was not a brainless idiot to be able to do this. Unfortunately, Alvin did not listen to him at all. "Since we can't contact him, let him stop working. He will come naturally when the time comes. You don't have to worry about what happens in the future."
To be honest, Alvin didn't really trust this butler. He seemed to be on his side now, but if he turned against his elder brother in the future, he would become a stumbling block for him.
Hearing this, the butler lowered his head and calmly hid the sneer in his eyes, "Then I will withdraw. This matter will be handed over to the young master."
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Late at night, it suddenly started to drizzle. Although the Emperor Star is always warm like spring, the temperature dropped to about ten degrees after the rain.
Tang Wan curled up in the quilt, haunted by a nightmare. He was in a daze, with countless inexplicable thoughts swirling in his mind. He couldn't wake up even if he wanted to.
In the darkness, there was a pair of malicious eyes staring at him. He knew that they were a pair of women's eyes.
"Why did he eat so little today? Feed him and make sure he finishes it. If someone doesn't know, they'd think I'm abusing him."
"Don't let him out today. He's not in good health and needs to rest. He doesn't need anyone to visit him."
"Why are you locked up? Ha, because you are a waste, you are a disgrace to the family!"
"From now on, you are dead. You can no longer appear in front of others. For the honor of the family, this is the sacrifice you must make."
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Tang Wan felt that he was in a dark space, small and dark, without sunlight. It was even more terrifying in the dark night. He could hear the howling of wild animals next door. He was so scared that he knocked on the door, but there was no movement outside. He wanted to pry open the window, but the window had been nailed shut. Tang Wan cried in fear and banged on the door. There were mottled bloodstains under his fingernails. At this time, a childish voice whispered outside the door: "Brother, wait for me to come back. I will go to find grandpa. I will definitely come back to save you!"
Just as a little hope was ignited, there was a noise outside the door, and the sound of a child crying. An elderly man said coldly, "Who is watching the young master? He is still running around on a rainy night. Take that servant to the back hill and bury him."
"No!" The child's tender voice rang through the rainy night, and then only the whimpering sound of his mouth being covered remained.
"Xiao Ye!" Tang Wan sat up suddenly. Zong He was sitting next to him, looking at him with a worried look on his face. Tang Wan blinked his eyes, and his pupils gradually gathered. Seeing the dim light in the room and listening to the sound of rain outside the window, he couldn't tell the difference between reality and dreams. His heart almost jumped out, as if it was being tightly grasped by a hand, and his chest was stuffy and painful.
The next second, he was hugged in someone's arms. Tang Wan felt the real warmth and took a deep breath to ease the discomfort in his heart. Then he realized that he was sweating from fear. "Zong He?"
"I'm here," Zong He gently patted Tang Wan's back and comforted him, "Don't be afraid, I'm here."
Tang Wan pinched his forehead, which was buzzing with pain and made him want to vomit. "I had a nightmare. It scared me to death."
Zong He hugged him tightly, "It's okay, it's all fake."
“I dreamed of a child.”
"Everything in the dream is fake."
Tang Wan smiled weakly. Yes, it was all fake. The Marshal was not very good at comforting people.
With the dim light on, he could see everything in the room clearly. With the person next to him, Tang Wan felt a little more comfortable. "I want to sleep with the light on."
Zong He touched Tang Wan's forehead distressedly. He was covered in sweat. Zong He simply turned into a beast and held Tang Wan in his arms. "I'll watch you sleep, so you won't be afraid."
Tang Wan was so moved that he hugged the big cat's neck tightly, and nestled in the big cat's arms, with his head resting on the big cat's front legs and his body pressed against the big cat's belly. He relaxed all over, feeling particularly safe with Zong He, the invincible god of war, by his side.
"Thank you." This time, I felt more at ease than ever before.
Zong He rubbed Tang Wan's forehead with his chin, pulled the quilt over Tang Wan, watched him close his eyes, and kept watching him sleep for a long time without being willing to close his eyes.
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