The God of Songs starts from the live broadcast

Chapter 176

The red envelope system has also undergone some slight adjustments.

It turns out that the red envelopes sent by anchors to viewers, whether free or paid, had a limit.

This limit is the amount of 1 yuan, and now after the revision, this amount has become higher, from 1 yuan to [-].

Seeing this, a nameless flame suddenly burst out in Zheng Fan's heart.

The strange fish is completely shameless.

The first update about gifts is to reap the audience. After all, many people earn 5000 yuan a month, and they will give the anchor 800 yuan, just to hear the anchor say "Thank you, brother."

The second update about red envelopes is a naked statement of position to the anchors.

The general meaning is: you spend your money and you're done!

You know, when the amount of red envelopes is capped at 1 yuan, Xu Xuhouhou can send around 800 million red envelopes every year. Now that the amount has been increased to [-], it is obvious to tell the anchors: "I want to show that you have How much do you love your fans? Then come and give me [-] red envelopes!!"

Thinking that the red envelopes will be increased from [-] to [-] in the future, Zheng Fan couldn't help showing an uncomfortable expression on his face.

Who would think too much money?

Wei Yu's update of the red envelope is completely aimed at anchors like Zheng Fan who spend a lot of money.

After taking two deep breaths, Zheng Fan suppressed the irritability in his heart, moved the mouse and continued to look down.

Below these two updates are the rewards for the second round of competition.

The rewards this time are much richer than those in the first round.

The first is the high-end fish food red envelope, which has directly increased from [-] to [-]. Although it cannot be discounted and can only be distributed to its own audience in the live broadcast room, the strange fish has also shown great sincerity.

If converted according to the ratio, 180 people multiplied by 180, that is a full [-] million.

In addition to the red envelopes of advanced fish food, all anchors who successfully advance in the second round will be awarded the title of "Strange Fish Representative".

Zheng Fan moved the mouse over the title, and an explanation about the title appeared on the screen.

After reading it carefully, Zheng Fan clicked the cross.

This title can be said to be a consolation prize.

Apart from being displayed next to the title of the live broadcast room, it has no effect.

"You haven't eaten tonight. I'll make a small stove for you later?"

Just when Zheng Fan wanted to continue looking down, Su Linlin's voice came along with the sound of the door opening.

Looking back, Zheng Fan saw that Su Linlin was gently closing the door of the live broadcast room, holding a bottle of safflower oil in her hand.

Seeing Zheng Fan looking at her, Su Linlin raised the safflower oil in her hand and said with a smile: "The community sends warmth!"

"are you full?"

Zheng Fan made way to the side.

"Well, come here and wipe your eyes, or the bruises won't go away easily."

Su Linlin dripped safflower oil into the palm of her hand, wiped it with her fingertips, then put her hand next to Zheng Fan's eye socket, and began to rub it gently.

"Hiss, it hurts, it hurts... Take it lightly, this damn girl Lu Ling is too ruthless."

After Su Linlin wiped the safflower oil around the eye sockets, Zheng Fan only felt a hot, needle-like feeling coming from around the eye sockets.

"How dare you say that? How old are you, can you do such a thing? Didn't you see that Xiaoling was so anxious that tears came out!"

Su Linlin rolled Zheng Fan's eyes and stood by Lu Ling's side.

"Yes, yes, I was wrong. By the way, come over and look at the rules of the second round."

Hearing Su Linlin's words, Zheng Fan also knew that this matter was indeed a bit dishonest, so he simply changed the subject.

"Look, this strange fish is really crazy about money, and it has used all kinds of moves..."

Su Linlin moved a chair and sat next to Zheng Fan, watching Zheng Fan seriously explaining the rules of the second round to her.

"Red envelopes can now give out [-]?"

Just after talking about the update of the red envelope, Su Linlin showed a distressed look.

You know, in the past, as long as all the draws by Zheng Fan were cash draws, they would definitely top out at 1 yuan.

Every time Zheng Fan handed out red envelopes in the live broadcast room, Su Linlin felt like a knife was cutting her flesh. That was 1 yuan, not 1000 yuan or 100 yuan.

In fact, it's not to blame for Su Linlin's distress, even Zheng Fan's heart trembles every time he gives out red envelopes.

He asked Lu Ling and Ma Xiaolu to make statistics for him. The average monthly gift income was around 50. After deducting 50.00% and deducting taxes, Zheng Fan's income was less than 25.

On average, Zheng Fan will give away more than [-] in the monthly barrage draw.

This is an astonishing number.

……

"Zhiwei? Is it convenient to talk now?"

Listening to the voice coming from the phone, Lin Zhiwei, who had just taken a shower, frowned.

Lao Luo's tone was a bit low, and he asked himself if it was convenient for him to speak, instead of telling her the result directly. Based on her understanding of Lao Luo, I am afraid that there will be no progress in the matter of the bank.

"You said, I'm fine..."

"Ask the bank about it and it's not going to work."

Before Lin Zhiwei could finish speaking, Lao Luo had already told her the result.

"I found a... the deputy director of a certain bureau, and asked him to help talk to the presidents of the major banks, but the leader didn't even accept the money, so he refused..."

Lin Zhiwei: "He dare not?"

Lao Luo: "Yes, he didn't even ask me how much money I would give him, he got up and left the restaurant."

Lin Zhiwei, who was wearing a bath towel, sat on the bed and gently rubbed the space between his eyebrows.

"There is no other way?"

She really didn't want this rare clue to be interrupted, but Lao Luo's voice came from the other side of the phone, so she had to accept the reality.

"There is no other way, these people seem to have changed their gender, it turns out..."

Before Lao Luo finished speaking, Lin Zhiwei suddenly shouted angrily: "Lao Luo, stop!!"

Lao Luo, who was on the phone with Lin Zhiwei in the hotel, was taken aback for a moment, and then figured out why Lin Zhiwei would yell at her.

"This road... can't go through."

After being silent for a while, Lao Luo said softly.

Lin Zhiwei on the other end of the phone said softly: "We'll talk when we come back", and hung up the phone.

Lao Luo was the only one in the hotel. After finishing the call with Lin Zhiwei, Nuo Da's room was obviously eerily quiet.

After going through Lin Zhiwei's words from beginning to end in his mind, Lao Luo suddenly stood up and turned off the lights in the room.

Then, the old man with a Mediterranean style on his head turned on the flashlight of his mobile phone, and began to look for something wrong in the hotel room bit by bit.

Lao Luo's hands were steady, and although he might be monitored or monitored by others, he didn't panic at all.

In this way, little by little, he illuminated every corner of the room with the flashlight of his mobile phone.

"call……"

With a long sigh of relief, Lao Luo threw himself on the bed.

There are no pinhole cameras, and no tiny monitors.

Covering his head in the snow-white pillow, Lao Luo actually felt a sense of crisis.

The opponent this time seems to be difficult! !

　I drank too much tonight.

　　Friends who can see here should not mind my chapter on water.

　　Right?

　　probably?

　　
　
(End of this chapter)