Eat a chicken [e-sports]

Chapter 10 Explained

"Thank you, Mr. Wei, for sending... a hundred seafood platters." These days, Qufu has already been calmed by the money, and the reaction is very calm.

It was those people in the live broadcast room that exploded.

Qufu ignored those bullet screens, took the time to return to Jian Yang and said:

[enough? ]

Jian Yang: [Enough is enough. ]

The people in the barrage are still frantically brushing Mr. Wei, and some yin and yang are inevitably mixed in:

[If you are so rich, you shouldn’t embezzle public funds. ]

[Now the local tyrant is really willing to take advantage of the anchor. ]

"Housekeeper, silence those who have rhythm." Qufu said indifferently.

In this world, there are always some people who have great malice towards those who have those things because they can't get them, such as money.

At this time, the enthusiasm in Qufu in the official live broadcast room has not dissipated, Lu Su simply discussed the previous game with Coach Che: "Coach Che, in the first two double row matches, it is very cool that Qufu won the second consecutive championship. I don't know what you think How is he doing?"

"The strength is good, but solo queue is more suitable for him." Che Shaofeng commented briefly.

"Oh? But we saw him cooperate well with his teammates before."

"A person like him is too dazzling. Squads pay attention to tacit understanding, unless he is willing to suppress his own brilliance." Che Shaofeng looked solemn, "The reason why they won is not cooperation, but strength."

"Anyway, congratulations to Qufu for today's victory. The next four-row match is about to begin, let us wait and see."

Qu Fu didn't pay attention to the next four rows, and played double row with Jian Yang casually.

It wasn't a competition, the two played a lot more relaxed, and even went to the mountains to play drag racing. When Qufu saw the barrage, he dutifully asked, "Old Jane, they asked you if you can start the live broadcast?"

"Live broadcast? Stop it, I will die." Jian Yang resolutely refused.

Qu Fu was not surprised by this answer, chuckled and said nothing, and continued to search the house.

Jian Yang is a person who is extremely afraid of trouble. The reason why the two can become friends is because Qufu is decisive and not procrastinating. He suddenly came to Qufu to participate in the double row. Qufu can't find any other reason for the lack of money as mentioned.

Especially after Qufu became the anchor, the two of them had to pick weekends when Qufu was not on the live broadcast. How could such a person expose himself to the public unless he had to.

Live broadcasting is an extremely cumbersome task. You must always pay attention to the barrage and pay attention to the effect of the live broadcast. The content should not be too boring, and you must seek highlights. Qufu tried this when it first started live broadcasting, but gave up after less than a month of persistence.

Later, he found another way and chose a more difficult path but didn't care so much. As a technical anchor, as long as you are strong enough, there will never be a shortage of people to buy it.

High-intensity concentration, every game is regarded as training, and the operation against the sky again and again makes people have to admire.

"Old Qu, there is a third-level head here, come quickly."

"coming."

They only lined up for two that night, and Qufu started the live broadcast early. Someone noticed that since Mr. Wei delivered a hundred seafood platters at one time, they disappeared.

At 08:30, normally, Qu Qi should have been hungry for food, but as soon as Qu Fu opened the door, she saw a pair of shining eyes looking at him with admiration: "Brother, you are so handsome!"

Qufu understood, and asked, "Are you fishing to watch my live broadcast again?"

"It's not fishing, it's your unshirkable duty as your sister." Qu Qi said nonsense seriously, "Other children have their parents cheering for them, how can you not?"

"Come on, I won't miss you." Qufu said with disgust.

Qu Qi went on to state her purpose: "Look, you've earned so much money in the game tonight, why don't we go eat grilled fish to celebrate?"

Qu Fu stared at her for three seconds, and when Qu Qi couldn't bear the pressure and was about to retreat, Qu Fu said, "Let's go, eat whatever you want, I invite you."

"Brother, you are really, really handsome today."

When the two brothers and sisters came back smelling like grilled fish, it was almost eleven o'clock. Qufu took a shower and lay down on the bed. A message popped up from the long-silent cell phone:

Mr. Wei: [My money is all legal. ]

Three hours later, Mr. Wei suddenly sent such an explanation.

Qufu: [Yes. ]

Mr. Wei: [Me neither, I want to pick on you. ]

Qufu: [I know. ]

Mr. Wei: [I'm almost running out of money this month, so I won't be able to spend so much for you every day in the future. ]

Qufu: [It's okay. ]

Counting today's, Mr. Wei spent a total of 95 in his live broadcast room, and the account monthly contribution ranking is not only the first in the Qufu live broadcast room, but also the first when compared with the whole station.

Mr. Wei: [Is there anything you want to ask me? ]

Qufu: [Don't worry about those little idiots. ]

Mr. Wei: [OK/laughing and crying]

Wei is finally the richest and most trouble-free local tyrant that Qufu has ever experienced. Don't worry about it so much, he won't argue with Qufu in double rows, and he doesn't pester Qufu to chat with him. The communication between the two is limited to Mr. Wei. He broadcasted the live broadcast, gave gifts after watching it, Qufu thanked him, it was as simple as that.

Qufu has met all kinds of weird people. One wants to spend money to buy his photos, and another proposes to be his girlfriend. What's more, he wants to make him coquettish. These people block Qufu one by one, never caring whether the other party is Will continue to pay him.

The live broadcast industry is such an assembly line model. If this one leaves, the next one will come again. Enjoy watching, spend some money to reward the anchor within the scope of your ability, even if you don’t have the financial ability to simply watch the live broadcast for entertainment.

He spent a lot of money, and as long as the requirements were not excessive, Qufu would try his best to meet them, such as playing games with him, adding a contact information, etc., no matter how much, he couldn't do it.

This kind of thing, you love me, why force it.

Not to mention the chaotic circle of live broadcasting, the development of technology has made verbal violence more unscrupulous, Qufu stands at the forefront every day, bears all the impacts of huge traffic, has already trained a body of steel and iron, and others say anything to him Can't make an impact.

However, what he missed was that even Mr. Wei, who was so peaceful and calm, was slandered by those with malicious intentions just because he was rich.

This ugly atmosphere.

Qu Fu pursed his lips and typed on the screen: [Whatever they say, you treat it as a fart. ]

Mr. Wei: [OK. ]

Qufu: [Also, sorry. ]

Mr. Wei: [It's okay. ]

In a room in a villa area in T city, a thin and pale boy curled up under the quilt, the dim light of the screen hit his face, his hands were folded, the phone was quietly placed in the palm of his hand, and his fingertips touched the hard and cold screen.