Chapter 62: Song Qian, send money?

Chapter 62 Song Qian, Send Money?
In the cold live broadcast room plus Ye Lingchen's live broadcast room, more than 100,000 people were watching Y God's live broadcast at the same time, but the barrage was strangely quiet. In front of the screen, some people could not help holding their breath.
As if talking, ghosts rush out.
The text of the whole story has a sense of picture, coupled with Ye Lingchen's tone, directly dragged everyone into the atmosphere.
Since switching to Ye Lingchen's live room, Leng Leng never thought of switching back, and the group of people in her live room did not have any opinions, and they wanted to continue listening.
At the same time, Tiger Fish live broadcast headquarters.
A group of people sat in the background, watching Ye Lingchen's skyrocketing number of people, with a look of horror.
哐 Dang!
The next moment, a middle-aged man rushed into the door.
He is the deputy general director of Tiger Fish Live, called Song Gan.
The live broadcast platform naturally needs supervision and operation, which is what he focuses on.
As soon as he entered the door, he was furious at the background management staff: "How do you do things? 12 What's going on in this live broadcast room?"
"Song Song, we are also paying close attention to the data of this live broadcast." Someone said.
"The number has soared, but no one has spoken, no reward, no one has lost ?!" Song Qian sneered, "Does this need attention? Obviously a brush! Direct seal!"
Just at this moment, a backstage staff member released the live broadcast room.
The dark screen frowned everyone. Someone just planned to close the live broadcast room, but heard Ye Lingchen's voice coming quietly.
Everyone, including Song Qian, was stunned.
"Wait first!" Song Gan quickly stopped.
The impatient voice seemed to have a certain magical power, which instantly attracted people's attention, and once they stayed in this live broadcast room for more than three seconds, they could not bear to leave.
The entire staff of the backstage of the tiger fishes quieted down, the dark screen that could only dimly see the silhouette, as if there was some magic, there is another strange tomb world.
"Dear friends, this is the end of today ’s live broadcast. The time will be from 7 pm to 9 pm. Welcome to continue listening tomorrow, thank you."
Finally, with Ye Lingchen's subsequent sentence ending, everyone just woke up like a dream.
[Anchor, have you just started talking? Is it over? !! 】
[Upstairs, your brain is amused, right? The anchor has been speaking for two hours! 】
[This story is so good, please ask the anchor to tell me more, the yacht will send it! 】
[Sudden locals, in this case, I will send two yachts! Is there a line downstairs? 】
[Hope is getting more and more exciting, three of me, the anchor goes on! 】
[So I mean, four! 】
...
The original loud live room was silent again, this time, it was scared.
Everyone just listened to the story before, and forgot to reward, until then, it broke out!
The endless stream of gifts swiped directly on the screen, so that everyone watching was holding their breath, and their eyes were red.
This is living money, money!
A yacht needs 18 thousand tiger fish coins, which is equivalent to 1,800 yuan!
In such a short period of time, Ye Lingchen's reward directly broke through 30,000!
The reward list of the day reached the top 20, and the reward increase rate ranked second!
As for the number one ... is cold.
At this time, cold room.
Embarrassed with a cold face, his face flushed explained to everyone:
"Everyone don't want to give a reward. This is the story told by Y God. I am only responsible for the broadcast. Go to the Y God live broadcast ..."
"Stop, I didn't do anything, I really don't want to give any more rewards ..."
"Song ... Mr. Song, are we still closed during this live broadcast?" Someone asked in the backstage of Tiger Live Broadcasting.
"Seal your sister! Who dares to seal me and someone in this live broadcast room!"
Song Gan almost jumped up, "Hurry up with the anchor himself, no, I'll contact him in person!"
As soon as Ye Lingchen quit the live broadcast room, he coldly sent WeChat directly.
"Y God, I'm sorry, I tuned to your channel during live broadcast. Many people are rewarding for you. I'll calculate it and return it to you."
"No, I want to thank you for being so popular for me." Ye Lingchen laughed.
His number of viewers in the live broadcast room was only 8,000. However, the system shows that the popularity value of the grave robber notes has actually reached 20,000. Of course, the coldness has helped a lot.
As for how to calculate the popularity, Ye Lingchen didn't understand.
It stands to reason that there are 100,000 people in the cold live broadcast room. Why is the popularity only 20,000?
80,000 people are not satisfied?
Is it necessary to reach the level of brain residual powder to count as a popularity value?
"It's almost 60,000 yuan. Excluding the share, it can be 36,000. I'll transfer it to you," continued Leng coldly.
"I don't need it! I'm not bad for money!" Ye Lingchen was so arrogant, "If you turn around and look down on me, I'm angry!"
He helped Father Lin treat illnesses and made TV dramas, and he already had 21.4 million. He was barely regarded as a tyrant, and it was really not bad money.
"This ... well, if you are short of money, come to me anytime." He said coldly, hesitating for a moment.
After a pause, a cold WeChat message was sent again, "God Y, I can't think of your story so well. I'm so absorbed in hearing it. Congratulations, it's completely fire."
"lucky."
Just then, Ye Lingchen shuddered and received a system message.
He greeted Leng coldly, Ye Lingchen opened the message.
"Hello, I'm Song Gan, deputy general manager of Tiger Fish Live. Your live content has attracted great attention from us. Is it convenient to contact by phone?"
Song Qian, send money?
This name ... is very high.
Ye Lingchen groaned for a moment and sent his phone number.
Jingle Bell--
The next moment, the phone rang, and the other party was obviously very anxious.
"Hello, is it God Y?"
"Yes, Hello Song."
"Y God, we heard the story you told. The plot is very attractive. I don't know if the plot behind you is conceived and is there an outline?" Song Qian asked tentatively.
"The outline is not there, but the content later will only get more and more exciting. I can guarantee this."
There was a moment of silence over the phone.
Song Qian gritted his teeth and said, "Okay! I believe in you! I can take the lead now, improve your contract treatment, divide you into seven platforms and get three! And every day during your live broadcast period, I can send you a homepage recommendation! But I have one condition. "
Ye Lingchen's eyes flashed. He now needed to gain popularity. Song Qian really gave carbon in the snow!
It's really his name, and he sent me money.
Ye Lingchen asked: "What is required?"
"You published this" Tomb Robbery "on our platform, so we will add one to our contract. The copyright of" Tomb Robbery "must be shared by you and us, and one person occupies 50%!" ...
(End of this chapter)