Suddenly, someone spoke in the live broadcast room.
"Everyone, the situation is not good. The other side has started to increase the starlight again. Taking advantage of this short period of time, their starlight has exceeded 110 billion."
"How despicable! Stealing the tower while we were intoxicated?"
"Come on, brothers and sisters, it's time to show our strength. Stretch out your hands and each of you give us a hundred slaps. Ten dollars is all it takes. With just ten dollars, we can surpass them again and leave them far behind."
"Let's start with the ten-yuan plan."
"Yes, ten yuan is not enough to buy you a pack of good cigarettes, or a good breakfast, but ten yuan can help the Master accomplish miracles. Come on, stretch out your lovely hands and clap your hands."
"If you don't know how to top up, click the yellow bag in the lower right corner. There's a hint inside..."
Tang Bao's starlight was only 110 billion, and he was still lagging behind.
He looked at the stars and felt a little upset.
He didn't care about Xingguang, but seeing that he had played for a while with all his might, Xingguang was actually overtaken, it was so fucking heartbreaking.
However, Tang Bao had no business with Xingguang.
He coughed and said, "Everyone, is this performance still acceptable?"
"Yes, very audible."
"It sounds so good."
"Ten yuan, consider it as a standing ticket."
A crowd of fans began to clap wildly.
One hundred million viewers, ten slaps per person, that would be one hundred million Chinese yuan.
Of course, among these viewers, only 40% are still able to recharge.
We just swiped too much and many people have exceeded the quota.
Some wealthy people finally reached their limit.
But after all, there are one billion people. Even if there are only ten million people, and each person recharges ten yuan, that would be one hundred million.
Moreover, it must be more than 10 million. How many people are really worth only one dollar?
That's so infuriating.
At least I have to pay six yuan.
Thus, within two minutes of the start of the Ten Yuan Plan, the starlight in Tang Bao’s live broadcast room exceeded one hundred and twenty billion.
1.2 billion Chinese yuan.
This is not over yet.
Another minute passed.
The starlight exceeded 130 billion.
One more minute.
The starlight exceeded 140 billion.
At this time, another rich man started to swipe his cards crazily.
The starlight finally stopped at 150 billion.
The starlight on Huya's side is still less than 130 billion.
It’s not that the audience there isn’t supportive, it’s just that they simply can’t support it enough.
They finally realized that there is strength in numbers.
Moreover, the number of people online there is less than 30 million.
Oh, so pitiful.
On Tang Bao's side, there are still 100 million people online.
"Stop brushing, that's enough, thank you all for giving me face, come, let me bow to you all."
He was really touched.
Really stand up and bow to the audience sincerely.
"Master, you are so polite. This is what we should do."
"It's everyone's responsibility to slap the fresh meat in the face and uphold justice."
"Yes, since our online users are more than three times theirs, how can Starlight lose to them?"
"Even if there are ten of them, and even if their star is involved in a shady business, we still won't back down."
"If you have the guts, let them spend a few more hundred million. I can't win. I'll fight them till dawn tonight."
"Yes, the battle will last until dawn."
"Come on, I'll rush for another ten thousand dollars."
"Hey, I'm at my limit."
“I’m also on a limit.”
"I still asked someone to top up the ten yuan for me."
"Yes, everyone has a limit, you can ask someone to top up your account for you."
Tang Bao was dumbfounded.
Damn, are these people crazy?
That's real money.
It turns out that live streaming is so profitable.
Two hours, 1.5 billion Chinese yuan, wow, it's faster than robbing a bank.
That is him, replaced by someone else...
Don’t even think about getting so many rewards in your entire life. It’s good enough if you can earn tens of thousands of stars in one night. That’s the treatment only first-line anchors can get.
"Everyone, there's no need to bring any more gifts. Let's just guard these last twenty minutes."
The person who spoke was Zhao Qingqing.
Tang Bao saw it at a glance.
Zhao Qingqing...
Even a fool would know who this name is.
She also used golden words on the floating screen.
Tonight, in order not to affect the live broadcast effect, the platform changed the original floating screen price from 10 cents to 10,000.
There have been few people floating on the screen.
Ten thousand yuan for one time, who can afford it?
But now, there are people who can afford to float.
As soon as Zhao Qingqing appeared, some people followed her onto the screen.
Zhao Wanda: I'll help Sister Qingqing defend the tower...
Zhao's sister: Don't worry, Master, we are here...
Ouyang Linghu: "Here comes the tower guard."
Ouyang Ziyan: "Let's guard the tower too..."
Yanjing Overlord: "Whoever dares to go against Brother Bao, I will kill him and send him five million in anger."
…
Khan, a group of second-generation rich people from Yanjing finally showed up under the leadership of Zhao Qingqing.
But before it was their turn to take action, someone started typing on the public screen.
"Everyone, pay attention! The other side has spoken. The final five minutes will tell."
"I saw it too. There's a mysterious person over there who said he'll definitely help Huya win this Starlight Battle."
"What are you afraid of? Didn't you see the floating screen on the public screen?"
"I have full confidence in the leader."
…
There are only twenty minutes left.
Tang Bao was indeed a little excited and nervous.
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