The God of Songs starts from the live broadcast

Chapter 18 Set a Small Goal First
Zheng Fan, who got up early in the morning, originally wanted to go out for a morning jog to exercise, but he ended the activity after running one kilometer.

I was really tired, and my body was not good enough. After running for a kilometer, I stuck out my tongue like a wild dog.

I bought Lu Ling a breakfast, and after washing up, the two of them ate fried dough sticks and soy milk together.

Zheng Fan had already had a preliminary conversation with Lu Ling, and her main job was to be the room manager in Zheng Fan's live broadcast room.

She needs to mute the audience members who are tempestuous during Zheng Fan's live broadcast, intercept and send more important comments to Zheng Fan, and remind Zheng Fan to thank the rich for the gifts, etc.

In normal times, I help Zheng Fan upload QQ music, manage voting in the live broadcast room, etc. Anyway, he is equivalent to Zheng Fan's secretary and assistant.

These are not difficult for Lu Ling, after all, her computer is very smooth.

In this case, another computer will be needed for Lu Ling to use.

Just when Zheng Fan went downstairs to buy breakfast, he saw a sign hanging outside an Internet cafe, which said to dispose of computers at a low price.

Zheng Fan is going to take a look at it later.

Zheng Fan has a full schedule today, buying a computer, then Wang Fang from Weiyu Platform will negotiate a contract with him around noon, there will be a live broadcast in the afternoon, and he will have dinner with Su Linlin in the evening.

So Zheng Fan decided to make a quick decision.

After a few tricks with the Internet cafe owner, he bought the second-hand computer originally priced at 2399 yuan for 1888 yuan.

"Xiao Ling, you need to get acquainted first, I won't come back for lunch at noon."

Zheng Fan said to Lu Ling after installing the computer.

He installed the new computer in the living room, which compressed the originally small space again. Except for some necessary furniture, there was almost no room for people to stand.

Because the rental house that Zheng Fan currently lives in is not very big, there is only one living room, one bathroom and one bedroom, and the kitchen has only a small gas stove. The square meter of the whole room is less than [-].

In fact, Zheng Fan has already set his first goal in life, which is to buy a house.

First set a small goal, buy a house of [-] square meters!
This is due to the nature of the Chinese people. Isn't it just to have a place of residence for one's own life after the labor and work of generations from childhood to old age?
I believe that this goal is not limited to Zheng Fan, but most people who wander alone in big cities have this dream.

I have a house of my own. When I get home from get off work, I slump on the sofa, unloading the exhaustion of the day. There is a note on the table, which says that the rice is in the pot, and Allah is on the bed.

I believe that no matter how much grievances I suffered at work during the day, they will all disappear at this moment.

If we meet with Wang Fang today and negotiate the contract smoothly, this goal will be achieved soon.

"Jingle bell~"

Zheng Fan, who was talking to Lu Ling about matters related to the live broadcast room, was interrupted by the phone ringing.

It was today's big head, Wang Fang, who called.

Already here?
After getting through the phone, Zheng Fan learned that Wang Fang had got off the plane and was currently at Qingdao Airport.

After sending an address to Wang Fang's WeChat, Zheng Fan picked up his clothes and prepared to go out.

"By the way, Xiaoling, I transferred 5000 yuan to you via WeChat. It's considered as an advance payment of this month's salary."

Zheng Fan, who was standing at the door changing shoes, said.

"Ah? When did you forward it to me? Why didn't I know? Also, this is too much!"

Lu Ling in front of the computer was stunned.

Zheng Fan: "Just when you put your phone on the table, I got it for you. Don't cook for yourself at noon. There is no food at home. Order a takeaway. You are already thin, so eat more meat!"

Zheng Fan closed the door with a snap, leaving Lu Ling alone at home.

Although she already knew that her brother was rich, Lu Ling was still a little unbelievable when she saw the 5000 yuan in her WeChat account.

My God, this is my wages for working hard in the factory for two months.

"Wahahaha, I announce that this girl will officially enter the white-collar class from today!"

……

Zheng Fan took a taxi to a coffee shop in the city center. This is the place where he will discuss with Wang Fang today.

After walking to the reserved seat, Zheng Fan sat down and waited calmly, while constantly rehearsing the scene of the meeting in his mind.

For today's negotiation, Zheng Fan tried his best to find a lot of information about the treatment of anchors on the Internet.

Just like the contract signed by the five top anchors of the strange fish platform, it does not belong to one of the five fixed categories, but an additional contract.

Take Mo Luoli, whom Zheng Fan is more familiar with, as an example. There are rumors on the Internet that the annual salary alone is 8000 million!

Moreover, various gift income and advertising income have reached a terrifying 50.00% ratio.

Of course, it is definitely unrealistic to consider such a contract now.

Because Mo Luoli is one of the top five anchors of Weiyu and one of the top ten anchors on the entire network. For Zheng Fan to reach her status, it cannot be achieved by singing a few songs.

The only domestic live broadcast platforms are Weiyu and another platform—Maoya Live.

Although we have experienced many crises, we were even criticized by a national newspaper for a certain bad rhythm, which almost made us lose our job.

But in the end I got through it.

These two live broadcast platforms cover a huge live broadcast classification system, such as talent anchors, game anchors, outdoor anchors, beauty anchors and so on.

The rest of the live broadcast platforms can only look up at the feet of these two companies.

It can be said that these two live broadcast platforms are currently the top gathering places for anchors in the country, so the audience ranked the top ten anchors on the entire network based on the traffic, income, popularity and other data of the top anchors on the two platforms.

And these ten anchors, it can be said that they are all the targets who try to step into this circle or have already stepped into the live broadcast circle.

Of course, these are just what Zheng Fan learned incidentally when he checked the information, and they are too far away from him at this time. Let's not think about it for the time being, and the province will only increase unnecessary jealousy.

The price in his mind is an annual salary of 30 yuan, with 50.00% gift sharing.

It's not that Zheng Fan thinks too highly of himself, but it's decided based on the differences in this world.

You know, Zheng Fan is different from other anchors, it can be said that Zheng Fan's songs are unique in this world.

Compared with the music in this world, the music from the earth has a new style, a new rhythm, and a new lyrics, plus the strong spread of good music.

This is where his confidence lies.

Of course, if Wang Fang has a different opinion, it will enter the stage of wrangling and bargaining with each other.

The lowest price Zheng Fan can accept is an SS-level anchor.

Annual salary fluctuates from 25 to 30.

This is the income of SS-level anchors.

"Hi, Mr. Zheng Fan?"

An intellectual voice interrupted Zheng Fan from his contemplation, and he looked up.

Go ahead, what a big face, no, what a long face, bah bah bah, what big balls and long legs.

Wang Fang's appearance can only be said to be above average, but she naturally exudes the temperament of an intellectual and mature woman, which is completely fatal to certain groups of people.

Lin Zhiwei, who came with her, was even more dazzling.

A pair of black leather boots, straight and tall legs stretched out from the professional one-step skirt, and when they went up, they were ready to come out, and they almost opened the buttons of their shirts.

"Hello?"

Seeing that Zheng Fan's eyes were glazed over, Lin Zhiwei had no choice but to bend down and shouted again.

"Waiter, please get a tissue, this gentleman has a nosebleed."

Seeing that her friend's prank was successful, Wang Fang shouted helplessly.

　Welcome to fattening everyone!
　　At the same time, please ask for a wave of recommendation votes. Take out your recommendation votes and humiliate me! ! !
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