004: "Harassing messages".
……Baby.
These two words almost burned Huaiyan's eyes.
The boy blushed again, suppressing his wildly beating heart, and asked in a soft voice, "Brother... what's been resolved?"
Y naturally wouldn't give an answer.
However, the answer was already given in the comments.
[Holy crap, that person's account got banned!]
[I noticed it too! I was just about to send him a private message when I found out his account was banned!]
[Was my account really banned? How did it suddenly get suspended?]
[Of course! Saying such disgusting things in a live stream is easy; just take a screenshot and report it to the platform.]
[I'm one of them. This is the kind of account that would get banned even if it wasn't reported...]
Huai Yan paused.
So that's what "solved" means.
User 2365 must have been reported by too many fans and had their account banned by the platform. It's just unclear whether it's temporary or permanent.
Just as Huaiyan was about to say something more, she realized that the comments in the live stream were no longer visible, and the screen was filled with notifications of gifts received.
However, he had not yet expressed his gratitude.
After sending that comment, the man immediately left the live stream.
"Host, you should end the broadcast too." There was a hint of worry in 073's voice. "It wouldn't be good if the debt collectors came later."
Huai Yan nodded and exited the game.
His live streams are never very long.
Because the original owner was burdened with huge debts, that group of people would come to the rented house from time to time to collect the debts.
The houses in this area are very dilapidated, and the residents are mostly people who are struggling financially. If something were to happen, there wouldn't even be anyone to take them to the hospital.
Each person lives in constant fear, worried that debt collectors might come knocking on their door at any moment.
"That's all for today's live stream." The young man coaxed his fans in a gentle voice, "Thank you for the gifts, everyone. We can do a live chat together next time, so don't forget!"
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That's all the information I could find.
After throwing a document at him, Fang Shaohan lay down on the chair.
Then, as if remembering something, he sat up abruptly from his deathbed, "Remember to top up that account with some money, I remember there isn't much money in there."
This account originally belonged to Fang Shaohan, who wanted his childhood friend to find something to read. In the end, the account ended up in Fu Tingyu's hands.
That was an internal account. Money spent on internal accounts is always paid through company accounts. In any case, a portion of the final gift revenue will go directly to the company.
Upon hearing this, Fu Tingyu responded with a faint "Mm".
The man sitting at the desk was wearing a black suit. The suit accentuated his broad shoulders and narrow waist. He had deep-set eyes and smooth facial features. When he had no expression, he looked very imposing.
Fang Shaohan's voice came through her ear again: "He's quite good-looking, and his skin is fair."
This is the second time he has said this today.
However, Fang Shaohan obviously didn't take it to heart. He respected his childhood friend's wishes and thought it was just a whim of Fu Tingyu.
What kind of people hasn't this man seen? The woman in front of him is just a not-so-famous little streamer. Once Fu Tingyu loses interest, he'll probably forget about her.
"Did you even look at the proposal I mentioned last time?" Fang Shaohan's thoughts wandered, and she quickly thought of other things. "They were discussing in the last meeting whether or not to invite the platform's streamers to the year-end gala."
"No need." The man's voice was low, husky, and deep, with a touch of magnetism, decisive yet indifferent.
"I think so too."
Fang Shaohan sighed deeply and turned her gaze to the resume in front of her.
He held up the resume, staring at the blue-background photo in the upper right corner for a long time. "You know what, this anchor is really good-looking, cute and fair-skinned."
As soon as he finished speaking, he noticed Fu Tingyu giving him a cold look.
Fang Shaohan immediately put down the introduction and made a gesture of surrender.
-
After the broadcast ended, Huaiyan ate some instant noodles.
The rental apartment wasn't in a great place, and it was small. The kitchen only took up a tiny bit of space, so cooking would be a bit of a hassle.
“Host,” 073 asked, “Are you really okay eating instant noodles for every meal? Why don’t you go out and get something to eat?”
The boy turned to look out the dark window, took another bite of noodles, and mumbled, "No, what if the debt collectors come knocking on our door?"
073 fell silent, worried about the environment in which its host might survive.
It's not easy to order takeout in this residential area because the surrounding facilities are too old, and delivery drivers don't want to come here.
To pick up takeout, you have to leave the residential area, and sometimes the delivery area is even outside the delivery zone.
"It's okay," Huaiyan said softly. "Anyway, I'm full."
Then, just as he put down the instant noodle cup in his hand, his phone suddenly "dinged" and vibrated.
Huaiyan wiped his hands and looked at the red dot in the information bar with a puzzled expression.
He opened the unread message, which contained only four words.
[The baby is so good.]
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