Chapter 2 Two Hundred Million "I want to take a photo with the rich woman!"...
[The system has just detected that Zhao Yixu does not meet the host's "favorability" criteria]
“???”
"Why!"
I've already spent two thousand! Now I'm telling you it's all gone to waste?
Xin Jingli frowned.
[Zhao Yixu did not use the rewards he received for charity, which is a deceptive act and does not match his character.]
What?! Xin Jingli was stunned, staring at the phone screen, speechless for a moment.
Behind the camera, Zhao Yixu captured a new account that had spawned a plane and immediately offered a 2,000 yuan reward.
He looked at the gang on the side and asked: Did you do this?
During the live broadcast, no one came up to give rewards except for those given by the team.
Seeing the assistant shaking his head, I thought he had cheated a new victim, who was a stupid and rich person.
He smiled widely, his lips pressed against the microphone, and held the pen in his hands: "Thank you, my new baby. Is there a song you want to hear? Post it on the barrage, and I'll sing it for you~"
After saying this, Zhao Yixu stared at the screen with anticipation, ready for the arrival of the carnival special effects. After all, this kind of person was obviously coveting his beauty. If he called her ID a few times and gave her some sweet treats, she would soon become a top figure on the list.
However, amidst the comments praising his handsomeness and beautiful voice, Li Pu's comment drifted by: "Liar! He's not doing charity work at all! Don't let him fool you!"
After just finishing a plane, which attracted a lot of attention, this barrage appeared above the live broadcast room, flying 360 degrees three times with colorful special effects.
He ran over Zhao Yixu's face again, his facial features distorted, and he looked at the barrage in confusion.
What's going on? I just gave you a tip, why did you suddenly change your attitude?
Besides, he disguised all kinds of evidence very well. Where did this person get the information that he was fake?
Deliberately ruining the party?
There are many black fans lurking in his live broadcast room. At this moment, those people all added one:
[Scammer! He's not doing any charity work at all! Don't be fooled by him!]
[Scammer! He's not doing any charity work at all! Don't be fooled by him!]
[Scammer! He's not doing any charity work! Don't be fooled by him...]
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More and more people were calling him "scammer" in the comments, and Zhao Yixu just sucked his cheek. It was just a small trick, and he had seen a lot of this kind of water army.
He gestured to the staff to mute the ID that was shouting, then sighed into the microphone with a helpless look, "There's nothing I can do, folks. People throw mud like this every day. I'm tired of explaining. Forget it, don't be angry."
The cooperation between the anchor and the team turned the comments into a mixture of heartache and condemnation:
【Don't be sad, baby! We believe in you! 】
[This kind of thing happens every other day. A baby's donation certificate was even posted on Weibo, and there are still fools questioning it!]
[Yi Xubao is a second-generation rich man. He became popular and became the envy of others just because he did good deeds when he had nothing to do.]
There's so much jealousy in this world! Even doing good things can be criticized!
[New account, just gave a gift and ran away, it's obvious that it's a hired water army of the opponent]
[I just welcomed her! Get her out of here!]
…
In front of the camera, Zhao Yixu adjusted his smile, but he kept cursing in his heart.
Where on earth did this idiot come from? He has nothing better to do than to brush the plane and bring black rhythm! Wait, don't let me catch you!
As it happened, the live broadcast room matched a PK object, entered the connection state, and the screen was split into two.
The other party is a live broadcast room called [繁].
The camera is facing a sandalwood table, with pens, ink, paper and inkstone neatly arranged. Sandalwood fragrance is wafting from a corner of the table, with white mist curling up. The background music is classical, giving it an elegant style.
The host did not show his face, but had a pair of slender white hands with obvious blue veins but not abrupt. At first glance, he looked like a young master with pure fingers.
The pen is folded three times at the beginning and end, and the brush is moved in the center. It can be seen that the writer has a solid foundation. The characters he writes are upright and the strokes are neat.
There are also words on the back wall: [All tips are donated to charity, consume rationally].
Colleagues, this is such a coincidence. There is no room for two tigers in one mountain.
Zhao Yixu took a look at the other party's popularity.
There were more than a hundred people watching online, but the comments were sparse, so it could be described as no one caring.
It's annoying enough to meet someone who's trying to stir up trouble, and if you meet someone who's trying to imitate him, you can just crush him.
"Family, it seems everyone's calling me a liar has a basis for this. There are so many imitators. Well, now that we've met them, let's take them down."
His nose was turned up high, and he vented his anger towards the other side: "Hey, fake, if I lose, I'll be suspended for a month. If you lose, how about you spit out all the rewards and kneel down in the live broadcast room to top up my account? After all, we are all doing charity, it doesn't matter who does it."
[Family! Yichu Baby is so kind! He's still thinking about doing charity work at this time! He doesn't forget to punish the bad guys!]
[That's right, he just got smeared, and now he still insists on showing up! I've fallen for the right person! Everyone, look carefully! The person on the other side is a liar!]
[The other party doesn't dare show his face, clearly afraid of being exposed. He's even using our traditional culture to deceive people! Family! Go to him!]
[Baby, let's compete with him! I've already prepared several planes and carnivals! Go for it! Make him kneel down and spit out the money!]
…
In the barrage, in addition to the staff taking the lead in shouting, more than half of the fans came spontaneously. Zhao Yixu curled his lips, and he was sure to win in popularity.
"Hey! Brothers on the opposite side, do you dare to accept the challenge?"
"Okay." The other side responded.
It was just one word. The man's voice was clear, steady, and full of confidence. He didn't sound like someone who would kneel down at all.
Off the screen, Xin Jingli's eyes lit up, with a pair of beautiful hands and a good voice, and she probably looks good too.
It’s a pity that there are so many good options available, but he has to be a liar.
She shook her head regretfully and was about to leave when the system prompt sounded:
【Name: Tan Jingfan
Age: 25
Height: 192cm
Weight: 67KG
Appearance: 9.3
Character passed.
Current favorability towards the host: 60
Meets the host's goal of "gaining favor"]
"What! Giving gifts to charity during live broadcasts is actually real!" Xin Jingli's pupils were shocked.
It’s like a long drought finally ends with a downpour, a ray of hope! What a pleasant surprise!
But why did he have a favorability rating of 60 points at the beginning?
System: [Because others are kind]
Xin Jingli exclaimed, "Ah?"
On second thought, it makes sense. He does charity work without asking for anything in return, so he must be quite kind. It would probably be easy to improve his favorability.
Xin Jingli turned to the other party’s live broadcast room.
There are few rewards, and occasionally a few compliments:
[Judging from the age of the hand, if one can write like this, he must have been practicing since he was young.]
[This kid is good. I am in my forties and I can’t write something like this.]
[There are still young people who like to write with a brush, which is great and should be promoted more]
…
That’s right, Xin Jingli agreed in his heart.
PK begins.
Zhao Yixu's background music switched to a blaring microphone. He shouted at the top of his voice, clenched his fists and waved his hands: "Family! Go! It's time to do good deeds!"
If you don't know, you might think he is going to attack somewhere.
The fans seemed to be energized, with all kinds of gifts and special effects flying everywhere.
The live broadcast room of [繁] only had a few lollipop special effects occasionally, and from time to time, insults from fans on the other side popped up:
[You liar! Spit out your money!]
[Get away! Don't try to scam me! You're such a wimp who can't even show your face!]
[Swindler! Kneel down and spit out the money?]
Stop tarnishing calligraphy! Find a proper job! Starving to death is better than being a wicked internet beggar!
【Curse you to go out ***! 】
…
The blue PK bar above the head was also pressed to the point where it was almost invisible.
Zhao Yixu laughed wantonly, admonishing him, "Brother, you must act with conscience when doing charity work. If you make such dirty money, be careful not to spend it all!"
With Zhao Yixu's instigation, the comments in the live broadcast room became more and more dirty, from cursing him personally to greeting three generations and then to killing nine generations of his clan. It has evolved to the point where people don't want to live on the same earth with him.
The host was not affected at all, and wrote steadily with vigorous and powerful handwriting.
Behind the camera.
The man was tall and well-proportioned, dressed in a black new Chinese style suit made of expensive and high-quality fabric. He had deep eyebrows and fair skin, and a maturity beyond his age.
He glanced at the screen and calmly hung up the microphone.
The assistant who was waiting nearby said, "Mr. Tan, are we going to give out gifts now?"
The assistant knew that, besides his love for writing, Young Master Tan also loved doing charity work and occasionally doing live broadcasts online, where he could communicate with calligraphy enthusiasts from all over the place and donate the money from the rewards to help others.
This live broadcast room has just been started not long ago, but because of the word "public welfare" behind it, it has been coveted by many evil-minded people. They think it is a soft persimmon and frequently make trouble for it.
It was okay before, the people I met were all of average fame, so I could just swipe the money and treat it as a donation from my own pocket.
The one I met tonight is a mid-level anchor on the platform. He is familiar with the tactics of the internet trolls and I don’t think he can be driven away with a small amount of money.
He wanted to ask Tan Jingfan how much he was going to give as a reward, but he saw Tan Jingfan slowly put pen to paper, his thin lips slightly parted, and a voice as clear as a mountain spring gushed out: "Don't worry, these last few points..."
Tan Jingfan wanted to make a move in the last few minutes, but he saw a carnival special effect flash across the screen.
Who? He clearly hasn't made a move yet.
Tan Jingfan frowned slightly and stared with half-closed eyes.
On the other side, Zhao Yixu looked at the carnival passing by alone and just wanted to laugh.
The little black guy who just escaped from him, must be furious because he banned him? Want to help the other side kill? Childish, compared with his team and so many fans? It's simply overestimating his own abilities.
Do more and it would be better to have a few more carnivals. After all, according to the agreement, if the other party loses, all these will go into your pocket.
When he thought of this, Zhao Yixu's smile became even brighter.
The next second, the platform square broadcast continuously:
[Lee Pu Demeibian gave Fan Carnival x10]
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[Le Pu Demeibian gave Fan Carnival x20]
…
[Le Pu Demeibian gave Fan Carnival x30]
…
[Le Pu De Mei Bian gave Fan Carnival x100]
…
The blue PK bar above the head seemed to teleport, quickly pressing back on the red bar, leaving it with no room to survive.
Zhao Yixu was stunned. What was going on?
Wait, am I blurry-eyed?
He rubbed his eyes.
200 carnivals?!
Still brushing!
220 in total!
230……
I can't stop at all!
Oh my god! How much does this cost?! He's never seen so many carnivals at once!
The special effects light hit Zhao Yishu's pupils, reflecting disbelief and jealousy, which made his chest ache slightly.
The barrage on the opposite side gradually boiled over:
[Holy crap! Where did this boss come from?]
Is my phone lagging? Why are the carnival effects constantly playing? Mom, I'm hallucinating!
Three hundred! Oh my god! Keep coming, keep coming! Help! Mom! It's raining money!
I've only seen this kind of scene in my dreams. Spending so much money without blinking an eye! Rich woman! Do you still need a younger brother? I can even carry her bags and shoes! I'm strong!
…
The comments on Zhao Yixu's side were also shocked, wondering who the other party was and how he could give so many rewards by himself.
Zhao Yixiu just wanted to bang his head against the wall. If this person had been in his live broadcast room the whole time, he would have made a fortune tonight. But now he was so heartbroken that he couldn't speak after seeing the duck that was about to fly away.
But, if he loses, then the show will be shut down? And he won't earn a cent?
No, I have to find a way to motivate the big brothers and sisters in the live broadcast room.
He clenched his fists and shouted indignantly, "Did you see that, family? The account that just called me a liar was used to swipe him! He was indeed sent by the other party! The person on the other side is a liar! Everyone, work harder! Don't let the liar succeed!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the special effects of gifts in Zhao’s live broadcast room flew out twice as fast.
Don't worry, baby! I have several planes and several sisters here!
[Brother is here too! We can't let those with bad intentions succeed!]
【Let's work together! The fan group is raising funds! 】
[Students don't have much money, but we'll contribute whatever we can. We're all working hard, so don't be afraid! We're all here for you!]
…
But the effect is like an ant trying to shake a tree. In the live broadcast room, one person has already thrown out 500 carnivals.
The platform square broadcast round after round of reports, like a bug. Passersby had never seen such a large amount of money spent. They thought that some sponsor had gone crazy and broke the defense, and they all rushed into the [Traditional] live broadcast room following the broadcast.
The small anchors took the opportunity to catch the heat and broadcast the second channel [Traditional] live room:
"Look, everyone! I'm showing you the world!"
"Let's make a bet and see how many Carnivals this rich woman ended up investing in!"
"Family members, please help me take a screenshot. I want to take a photo with the rich woman!"
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