Peng Youcai was so excited that he scratched his ears and cheeks.
He called his assistant and learned that the staff had discovered that the account had been registered for almost a year without any activity.
Moreover, after watching today's recording, I learned that the person was changed halfway through, and this person is probably a commoner.
Peng Youcai panicked, "Go and catch him now, don't let him get away. We must keep this man here tonight, and give him some benefits if necessary."
The assistant, who knew Peng Youcai best, also became anxious and decided to find the manager of the live streaming department.
The manager, who has long been involved in this business, is quite knowledgeable and can also discern the background and location of the old man's live stream.
The two rushed to the riverbank and saw the man who had just finished his live stream and was packing up his stall.
"Handsome guy, handsome guy, don't go, let's talk," the assistant shouted urgently.
When the patriarch saw the two people who suddenly appeared, their faces full of flattery, he probably guessed that the live broadcast had attracted them.
He had just finished playing the flute, and seeing the pale face of the internet celebrity he had competed against, he knew he had completely crushed her.
When he was about to end the live stream, viewers frantically tried to persuade him to stay, asking him when he would stream again.
The old ancestor had never experienced being the center of attention like this before, but it felt really good.
"Handsome guy, your live stream gifts exploded tonight, you'll be making a fortune if you don't go."
"Let's talk about cooperation. Our boss has high hopes for you. You're about to make a fortune!"
The manager and his assistant chattered away, one after the other, producing a non-stop stream of words.
The old man didn't really understand what they were saying, but the word "money" really struck him.
"Okay, I can talk to you, but I'm hungry now. I only had one serving of fried rice noodles tonight, and I want another one." The sound of him swallowing was quite loud.
The assistant and manager exchanged glances, wondering why this person seemed a bit strange.
He seems rather naive, especially when he talks about fried rice noodles, as if it's the most delicious food in the world.
Suppressing his disdain, the assistant quickly said, "We'll take you to a private restaurant; the food there is much more delicious than stir-fried rice noodles."
The three arrived at the private restaurant, but the waiter was about to close the door and was very impatient, saying that the chef was about to go home.
The assistant, who had been fawning over the old man, became arrogant and demanded three times the price for the waiters and chefs, with service fees calculated by the hour.
The waiters immediately began to provide attentive service, telling them they could sit as long as they wanted.
The old patriarch secretly noted down the assistant's actions.
Money has always been a hard currency, so he was even more eager to make money.
When a table of dishes was set out, the old ancestor ate with elegance, but the meal took a long time to finish.
Besides the big fish and meat dishes, his favorite dish was the crystal cabbage. Thinking back to that dish of cabbage at the ancestral home, he felt like he could never taste that flavor again.
However, in order to get that plate of cabbage, he first had to achieve his short-term goals.
The assistant manager finally got to see the old master eat and drink well.
"Handsome, what's your surname? Where are you from?"
The patriarch cannot reveal his true identity.
“I come from the mountains north of Beijing. I have no family left, so I wanted to venture out and try my luck. As a result, my ID card and wallet were stolen. My name is too rustic to mention.”
The assistant and the manager met for the first time.
Who are you kidding? He has a noble air about him, and he's from the mountains. How could someone from the mountains have such talent?
Seeing that the old ancestor refused to reveal his name, the two did not ask any further questions. In any case, they knew that this person was no ordinary person, just by looking at how he made a cheap white shirt look like haute couture.
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