The Super Rich: Starting with the College Entrance Examination, Reaching the Peak of Life

"Singing? I can sing a little bit." Yang Ke'er's eyes lit up and she replied quickly.

"Let's sing Grandma Bridge." Qin Mo ordered a song, and then threw a rocket. This rocket is not a super rocket. The super rocket costs 2,000 yuan, but this one is only 500 yuan.

'Damn, this guy really has spending power? '

'Really? Could it be that this is a hidden boss? '

'Five hundred yuan just to order a song? I'm not Sister Li. '

'.........'

This rocket blew up the few remaining people in the live broadcast room, and they sent barrages sparsely, and the water friend who questioned Qin Mo's lack of spending power just now also sent a barrage, and the last few ellipsis were sent by him.

Is this considered a slap in the face? He was a little confused.

"Am I a consumer now?" Qin Mo didn't mean to care, just teased.

'Count it, you are the big brother! ’

The friend immediately admitted his weakness. Don’t ask. If you ask, he will be a coward. This rocket is enough for his food expenses for half a month.

Qin Mo laughed out loud. A small live broadcast room has its advantages. Just a gift of 500 yuan can make him look like a big boss. The cost is too low.

Spend a small amount of money to pretend to be big...?

Qin Mo said it was great!

“Thank you for the rocket from Brother Mo Se!” Yang Ke’er said excitedly. This was the first time she received such an expensive gift after so many days of live broadcasting. She was so happy.

The commission ratio between Dousha platform and anchor is 5:5. For example, if the anchor receives a gift of 100 yuan, it can be converted into 50 yuan of income. Of course, this does not mean that you can get so much directly. If the anchor withdraws the money, he needs to pay taxes and deduct handling fees, so basically only about 40% of the money goes to the anchor.

Similarly, if you join a union, you can reduce the handling fee, but the union will also take a portion of it, and the anchor will only get about 30% or 35% in the end.

Because Yang Keer has just chosen live broadcasting, it can be regarded as a test, so she has not joined the union yet. This rocket finally got about 200 yuan in her hands.

If there is a rocket every day, the profit is considerable. Take Shanghai as an example. Although Shanghai is an international first-tier metropolis, not everyone can get a salary of tens of thousands of yuan. That is just a phenomenon on the Internet. In reality, there are many people with a monthly salary of 5,000 yuan.

This rocket has caught up with Yang Keer's income for ten days. After thanking her, she began to look for the accompaniment of Grandma Bridge, and then a dramatic scene came.

When the music just sounded, Qin Mo found something wrong. Isn't this a nursery rhyme? When he was a kindergarten baby?

"????" Qin Mo immediately sent a barrage to express that he was confused. Although 500 yuan is not much, it is not like this. Five hundred yuan to listen to nursery rhymes?

He looks like the stupid son of a landlord?

Not only him, but even the few remaining fans in the live broadcast room couldn't hold back and added subtitles on the barrage.

'Amazing, this anchor is the first time I've seen it. '

'Five hundred yuan to listen to a nursery rhyme? I'm not Sister Li!! '

'Let's just say, is there a possibility that in addition to nursery rhymes, there is another song called Grandma Bridge? '

'The case has been solved. I seem to have figured out why there are so few people in the anchor's live broadcast room! '

The sparse barrage was rolling, and Yang Ke'er noticed Qin Mo's barrage and was immediately embarrassed. She asked cautiously: "Didn't Mo Se brother order this song?"

"I look like a baby drinking milk?" Qin Mo immediately replied to the barrage.

'Hahahaha....'

'Too amazing, is the baby drinking milk okay? '

'Little anchor, little anchor, you have to be the best in the live broadcast effect! '

'You are really good! ’

‘I can’t take it anymore. I’m laughing so hard that my stomach hurts. I spent 500 yuan to listen to a nursery rhyme. What a talent! ’

“I’m sorry, I made a mistake.” Yang Ke’er realized it and apologized quickly.

Qin Mo laughed at this, so he immediately sent a barrage of comments and said, “I’m going to get my money back if you do this.”

“I’m really sorry, big brother, give me another chance.” Yang Ke’er apologized.

“Let’s start.” Qin Mo replied. After all, he spent money.

“Oh.” Yang Ke’er agreed, adjusted the background music and started.

"The black boat lights up the lanterns, and the bluestone on the rocks has new patterns."

"When the drizzle falls, the returning swallows wait for no one."

"Five fingers are clasping the oars, and the old man in the straw raincoat is tying the rope under the bridge."

"........"

"Rocking..."

"Rocking after the fifteenth day of the spring equinox is the Grandma Bridge."

"Looking forward..."

"Grandma calls sweetly."

"Noisy..."

"Rice"It's always nice to have candies hanging around your mouth."

"Beautiful, beautiful, the little feet are upturned on the bridge."

"........"

When the song sounded, not only Qin Mo was surprised, but even the few fans in the live broadcast room were shocked. What's going on? The little anchor they follow actually has such a special skill?

Although not as good as professionals, the ethereal voice is very recognizable. Yang Ke'er's words just now that she can sing a little are obviously modest.

However, although the singing is very nice, Yang Ke'er should not have learned it systematically, and some rhythms are not very accurate, but this level has surpassed most people.

Two minutes later, a song ended, and the fans in the live broadcast room all praised it. Yang Ke'er blushed, but she was still very happy to thank these fans.

"Is Brother Mo Se still there?" Yang Ke'er asked.

"Well, you sing well, it's a reward. "Of course Qin Mo is here, he said proudly, and then he sent a super rocket directly, which shocked those fans.

'Which big brother is this who has opened a small account?'

'Two thousand yuan, my heart is bleeding!'

'I envy you, I don't understand the world of big brothers.'

'The little anchor is still licking, maybe this is a wild big brother!'

'No, I'm going to broadcast? Big brother, look at me, I sing first-class~'

The barrage started again, Qin Mo did not reply, but Yang Ke'er reacted, thanked excitedly, and even made a milk heart, "Thank you for the feeding, big brother Mo Se, the little anchor kneels to thank you, what other songs do you want to listen to?"

Who said she can't lick the big brother? Isn't this cool!

Qin Mo was amused by her set. This little anchor is still talented in some aspects. Then he sent a barrage, "I've seen singing, I want to see dancing, it doesn't matter if she's not good at dancing, I just want to see it. ”

It’s not that he’s a pervert. It’s not right to not watch the dance in the dance area.

It’s not right!

“This...” Yang Ke’er was a little embarrassed. She really couldn’t dance. She had tried but even she felt it was too hot for the eyes. Just when she was hesitating, two more super hot shots lit up the live broadcast room.

Of course, it was sent by Qin Mo.

“Okay, if Mr. Mo wants to watch, then I will show my ugliness.” Yang Ke’er gritted her teeth and went for it.

Two minutes later, Qin Mo said that she didn’t lie just now. It was indeed a ugliness. He didn’t understand the meaning of hot eyes before, but today he completely understood it.

Even the few remaining fans started to complain crazily, which shows the power of Yang Ke’er’s dance.

“I want to ask, where is the refund channel? "

Yang Ke'er had just sat down when a barrage of comments passed by, sent by Qin Mo.

'Hahahaha...'

'It's over, big brother is going to run away after watching the dance.'

'It's me, I'm running away too, hahahahaha...'

'Big brother: I really can't stand it!'

'It's hard to imagine what kind of mental state the anchor was in when he danced.'

The live broadcast room was full of laughter.

Yang Ke'er's face turned red. Of course, she knew the power of her dance. Just as she was about to say something, a barrage of comments passed by again.

"What a pity, little anchor."

Yang Ke'er's face turned even redder, and she embarrassedly suggested: "Big brother, how about I sing to make up for it?"