Su Luo cursed under his breath, "This bastard, this old rogue, how come I ran into such a pervert on my first day of live streaming?"
He even took off his pants, damn it, fucking bastard.
Of course, this was just a rant inside; on the surface, one had to maintain the professionalism of a streamer, refrain from swearing, and force a smile.
"No, buddy, this is a green platform, you can't make that kind of request!"
An old monk sneaks into a nunnery at night:
【What kind of attitude is this? I'm trying to be kind by sending you gifts, and you're not even appreciating it. Serves you right for not receiving any gifts. Brothers, let's get out of here.】
This streamer is so stingy, they can't handle the game at all!
Let's go, let's hurry up and leave, it's no fun!
"..."
Su Luo was speechless. This kind of person has no manners at all. He doesn't even bother to use his coins and keeps nagging.
Soon, the five people in the live stream left, leaving only one person.
At this moment, the WeChat icon on the computer screen lit up. Su Luo clicked on it and saw that it was a message sent by the operations manager, A Yue.
"If you can't reply to the comments from tourists, you can pretend you don't see them. If you don't know what to say, just sing a song today."
Su Luo typed a single word: "Okay..."
Then I immediately opened the playlist and started singing.
They sang for more than half an hour.
Only a few more people came in.
Bullet comments:
[This girl is so pretty, but her singing has a few flaws!]
Others sing for money, you sing for your life, hahaha O(∩_∩)O haha~.
"..."
Su Luo was heartbroken. Was his singing really that bad? He thought it was alright, so how could it be a matter of life and death?
Bullet comments:
[Dance for me, and I'll give you a present.]
Then that person gave me a rose.
Su Luo gave a stiff smile: "Sorry, I can't dance. Thank you for the roses."
A rose cost one dollar; it was the first gift he received today.
This money is so hard to earn! I streamed for almost an hour and only received one yuan in gifts. I have to give half of that to the platform and then pay 5% tax.
Damn it, I only made 45 cents.
Isn't live streaming supposed to be a great way to make money? Why is it so difficult for him?
Su Luo gritted her teeth and broadcast for six hours straight, until her throat was hoarse.
We encountered two generous tourists along the way who, without saying a word, each swiped their card for a sports car worth 99.
The total revenue from the backend was 202 yuan.
It's obvious that if the company were to offer him a guaranteed monthly income of 10,000, it would be a huge loss for them.
Su Luo began to question her decision to do live streaming.
He realized he wasn't really suited for live streaming. He discovered that being good-looking wasn't enough to make money; there were many other things he needed to figure out gradually.
No matter what, he has to grit his teeth and persevere, because he has no way out now.
I grabbed a quick bowl of cold noodles downstairs and then rode my electric scooter home.
He decided to practice singing first, since emotional intelligence is something that can only be improved by gradually communicating with people.
When she got home, Su Luo thought about praying before practicing her singing.
So, he went into the bedroom, stared at the poster of Ye Xiaoman, the lead singer of the band Hot Maple, put his hands together, slowly closed his eyes, and prayed devoutly.
Idol, goddess, older sister.
Grant me strength!
This time, it seemed the gods heard his prayers.
My phone started vibrating in my pocket.
Su Luo took out her phone with a puzzled look. It was an unfamiliar number, but it showed that it was a local number.
Su Luo pressed the answer button.
Hello.
An incredibly pleasant sound came through the receiver.
"Sister-in-law, it's me."
"elder sister……"
Su Luo was too excited; she really didn't expect her idol to call her.
I really didn't know what to say, I just stupidly called her "sister".
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