Make a living

Chapter 11

Destined size.

Qi Yu squeezed the phone, his forehead throbbed.

He didn't notice that what he saw today was not a recorded video, but this guy was broadcasting live!Which idiot would thank the users who watched one by one in the live broadcast room?No one gave him a reward!

For the first time, Qi Yu felt the kind of public execution scene that Cheng Zi had described to him.

"I've just tried to broadcast live, maybe it's not very good, please forgive me."

"If you have anything you want to talk about, you can comment to me, I should be able to see it here!"

"Oh, or what do you want to watch me broadcast? As long as I have what I can do at home, thank you for your attention and support. If... If possible, I hope you can give me a reward, hehe!"

When Zheng Haichuan said the last sentence, he didn't dare to look at the screen, and two blushes of embarrassment rose on his wheat-colored cheeks.

He has grown up so much, in fact, he has always remembered what his father said: he must rely on his own ability to make money.

Whether he was an apprentice in the past or a worker now, Zheng Haichuan earns his living honestly by relying on his craft and hard work.But now, asking him to ask for gifts and rewards from strangers he has never met before is still a bit awkward for him.

It always feels like... getting something for nothing.

When the broadcast first started, there was no one in the studio.

But Zheng Haichuan breathed a sigh of relief because of this, and he did his own thing, treating it as if it didn't exist.Later, the worker friend who brought him in came in and saw his state, and gave Zheng Haichuan a lesson, only to change Zheng Haichuan's thinking a bit.

According to my friend, shooting live broadcasts consumes electricity and time, and it takes so much energy, which is also a kind of sacrifice.If the people watching are happy, feel satisfied, and pay a little money, what happens?It is a matter of satisfaction to both parties, and no one is sorry for the other.

But even so, Zheng Haichuan had a thin skin and was too embarrassed to take the initiative to ask for it.He thought, if he can do what the audience wants to see, and the audience master is happy and willing to give him a reward, that would be good.

No matter how much else there is, he won't ask for it.

And the audience who are still in the live broadcast room at this moment, of course heard Zheng Haichuan's words.Originally, Qi Yu had already planned to quit, but found that after the young man said this, several new messages popped up in the scrolling comment area.

[User 64834231: I want to watch cooking. 】

[Zhu Zhu's mother: How about reading picture books to the child? 】

[The moon is not as good as my heart: change to a tight-fitting vest, this is ugly. 】

Zheng Haichuan found out that someone really left a message, and his expression became joyful.

He hurriedly stopped the housework he was cleaning up, leaned in front of the phone screen, and began to read messages one by one.

"Want to watch cooking?"

He was a little worried, turned his head to look at the clock on the wall, and said apologetically, "I'm sorry, can I start the live broadcast early tomorrow? I have finished eating and washing the dishes tonight, and there is not much food at home."

Zheng Haichuan went on to read the next item: "Read...the picture book to the child?"

This made Zheng Haichuan a little confused: "What is a picture book? A book for painting?"

He turned his head to look at his little nephew, who was arched like a caterpillar on the bed, and scratched his head at the camera, "My little He Miaoer hasn't gone to kindergarten yet, and he was in the countryside before, and he hasn't learned any picture books. I bought him some building block toys now." , and, there is also that kind of comic book, without words."

After explaining, Zheng Haichuan said sorry to this "Mother Zhu Zhu".He was a little frustrated, and realized that he had bluffed just now. In fact, he seemed to be unable to satisfy the fans with anything, so he only apologized.

Fortunately, the other party didn't mind, and briefly explained to him what a "picture book" is, and gave him a gift worth one yuan [roses] in a comforting manner.

When giving a gift, a short special effect will pop up on the screen of the mobile phone software for one or two seconds.The audience who can't help but watch the live broadcast room can see that the anchor who received the gift can also be reminded.Therefore, after receiving the "Rose", Zheng Haichuan's expression of surprise, as if he had won the grand prize, was clearly captured by the live camera.

Of course Qi Yu saw it too.But he just pursed his lips in distaste——

Oh, petty.

"Thank you! Thank you Zhu Zhu's mother for the gift! Thank you so much!"

Although this is just the cheapest tip in the gift area, and it is only a few cents after the platform is divided, for Zheng Haichuan, it is an affirmation of his hard work in recording videos for so long.

After thanking his fan repeatedly, he continued to read the comments.

"Change to a tight-fitting vest, this one is ugly..." Zheng Haichuan lowered his head and tugged at his old man's sweatshirt, "Uh, do you mean mine?"

Zheng Haichuan still remembers that he bought this vest for ten yuan at a street stall in the town a few years ago, and he has worn it for several years.At first he could wear it outside, but after washing it became looser, so he simply used it as pajamas indoors.

Although Zheng Haichuan didn't understand why the audience had this request, for him, it was a request that he could finally fulfill.He breathed a sigh of relief, and stood up very briskly, "If you want, I'll change it right now! It's just that I can wash this one in a while..."

The mobile phone was taken by the owner on a locker, which can capture most of the hall of the house.

Therefore, the people in the live broadcast room can have an overview of Zheng Haichuan's actions at this time - he walked to the wardrobe that was closed just now, opened it, poked his head in and rummaged through it.

"Hey, is this one okay?"

After a while, Zheng Haichuan found a black racer vest that hadn't been worn a few times, it was made of pure cotton thread, and he bought it at the one-day shop downstairs when he got his wages last time.

On the screen, the audience [The moon is not as good as my heart] typed very quickly: [Yes, yes], even punctuation marks were omitted, for fear that others would not see her excitement.

It's just that Zheng Haichuan, who was standing in the distance, obviously didn't notice, only Qi Yu, who was still staring at the phone, frowned unconsciously.

The young man on the screen naturally grabbed the hem of the diagonal clothes with both hands, lifted his arms vigorously, and took off the sweatshirt on his body.

And his strong and muscular back curve was openly exposed to all the audience through the live broadcast room.