Live broadcast: Taoist priest, stop pretending, you are just cultivating immortality

"Taoist Master, I am Wang Kaisheng from Panjiayuan in Beijing. I am known as Fatty Wang in the world. Some time ago, the two of us fell in love with your stone manger in the live broadcast room. Do you still remember us?" Fatty Wang said with a smile on his face.

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Jiang Yun squinted his eyes and took a closer look at the two people in front of the Taoist temple.

The speaker was a tall man and was wearing a green military jacket. His hair was messy and he always had a smile on his face. He looked very humorous.

The other man had his hair slicked back, wore a gray jacket, and carried a small bag slung across his body. He was born with an iron-blooded smell filled with gunpowder smoke, and a gangster spirit that was fearless.

Hanging around the necks of both men was a jet-black and transparent claw with gold threads on it.

The water friends in the live broadcast room suddenly felt that something was wrong.

"Damn it, why do I look at those two people as if they were touching Colonel Jin?"

"What does it look like? That must be it. Didn't you see that there are gold-touching charms around your neck?"

"Damn it, Fatty Wang from Panjiayuan, the other person is named Hu Jianjun, and people in the world call him Lao Hu. Those two people's identities are not simple."

"It's fun, it's so fun. How come Panjiayuan's captain Mojin is also deployed in this gymnasium game?"

Jiang Yun looked at the two of them with a smile. He lowered his voice and asked: "Fusheng Boundless Heavenly Lord, Pindao looks a little familiar to the two of them dressed. I dare to ask, are you two gold captains?"

"Two good brothers, are you here for serious business at Tianyuan Taoist Temple? Tell me all about it. Is there a big tomb near my Taoist temple?"

"Tomb robbing is a good way to make a fortune. Pindao is pretty good at it. Two brothers, how about we make a fortune together?"

Fatty Wang quickly shook his head and waved his hands in denial, and the flesh on his face was so shaken that it flew away.

"Taoist Priest, please don't accuse a good person unjustly. We are serious businessmen from Panjiayuan. He is breaking the law when it comes to tomb robbing. Even if you put a long sword on my neck, I won't dare to steal it!"

Hu Jianjun raised his head, the corner of his mouth twitched, and explained: "Taoist Master, Notes on Tomb Robbers is a novel. You cannot bring it into reality. We are serious businessmen in Panjiayuan."

The water friends in the live broadcast room looked at the two people and couldn't help laughing.

"I can guarantee with my life that these two people must have watched the live broadcast of the Taoist leader when he was fishing."

"Jiang Jiu of Jiangjiacun said: Today's monks don't talk about martial ethics. What they talk about is doing business with you, but what they think about in the end is the bonus from the police station."

"I'm curious, why do the people from Panjiayuan come to see the Taoist priest? Are they coming to collect cultural relics?"

"Damn it, if these two people acquire the Stone Manger, where will the Chinese Sturgeon live?"

Seeing the nervous expressions on their faces, Jiang Yun smiled and said, "Don't be nervous, you two. I just asked casually, come on, please come in."

As soon as Fatty Wang walked to the front yard, he suddenly looked back and saw that Jiang Yun had his hands behind his back, and his mentality collapsed on the spot.

"Taoist Priest, please don't call the police. We are really cultural relic dealers from Panjiayuan!"

"Who called the police?"

"Taoist Master, stop pretending. I saw the cell phone behind your back. Are you calling Officer Zhang Dajiang?"

Jiang Yun couldn't laugh or cry and said: "Pindao's mobile phone is in the Taoist temple, and what I hold behind my back is the eight-treasure sword."

"Don't worry, you two. Jiang Jiu from our village revealed his identity, so I called the police directly that day. I won't call the police on you, at least not now."

Fatty Wang and Lao Hu breathed a sigh of relief at the same time. When they turned around and continued walking, Fatty Wang lowered his voice and asked in a low voice: "Old Hu, do you think Director Jiang will strike us with a sword from behind?"

"The Taoist Master is a serious Taoist priest. Stop thinking nonsense. If your dream comes true, we both have to explain it here."

Jiang Yun:emmmm

Are you two idiots?

As soon as the two of them walked into the backyard, they saw the stone manger immediately, and then they walked over to it, scratching and rubbing it, and were amazed.

"Fat man, this is what that old man in Beijing who loves drinking, smoking, and perming his hair dreams of, but it's a pity that the Taoist priest won't sell it!"

"Lao Hu, this is a good thing, but it's a bit of a waste when it's used to raise fish."

The two of them stood aside and sighed. The Chinese sturgeon emerged from the water, stared at them, then squirted out a mouthful of water, then turned around and dived into the water quickly.

The water friends in the live broadcast room were stunned on the spot.

They suddenly discovered that the animals that seemed to live in Tianyuan Taoist Temple tended to become sperm after a period of time.

For example, this Chinese sturgeon looked ordinary before, but now it looks really spiritual.

Its ability to run away after spraying water really demonstrates guerrilla tactics.

Jiang Yun looked at Fatty Wang and Hu Jianjun, frowned and said: "You two, I have made it very clear just now. I will not sell this stone manger."

Fatty Wang wiped the water from his face, glanced angrily at the Chinese sturgeon in the water, turned around and said with a smile on his face: "Taoist priest, don't get me wrong, we are not here to buy antiques today, we are here to negotiate a deal with you."

Big business."

"what business?"

“Bringing goods live!”

Fatty Wang's words immediately blinded Jiang Yun. Hu Jianjun explained for a long time before he understood the whole story.

These two people are indeed cultural relic dealers in Panjiayuan, Beijing, and they are quite popular. There is a big boss in Panjiayuan who is very interested in selling goods through live streaming, so he established a cultural relics guild.

Yesterday, I specially entrusted these two people to come to Tianyuan Taoist Temple to have a look and find Jiang Yun to bring goods live.

"Taoist Master, live streaming is the fastest way to make money in the current live streaming industry. I don't know, have you ever heard of it?" Fatty Wang asked with a smile.

Jiang Yun shook his head and said: "Forget it about live streaming, Pindao never makes money from fans."

"Taoist Master, if you don't make money from fans, then whose money do you make?"

"Whoever has money, then I will make money from him."

Fatty Wang frowned and asked, "Taoist Priest, you haven't brought any goods, have you?"

"No."

Fatty Wang came closer to Jiang Yun and lowered his voice and said: "Taoist Master, the anchor only has a few years to become famous. If you don't seize the time to make money, it will be over."

"You haven't brought any goods before, but we can teach you. This anchor has become famous. If you want to make money, you must first create a clever name, win over the guild, and then sell the goods."

"When you sell something, the guild will help you pay for it, and then the fans will follow you without thinking. After making money, the guild will repay the money in full, and the fans' money will be split 30-70!"

Jiang Yun's expression changed and he said, "Pindao worked so hard to bring goods live, how can I only get 70%?"

"Taoist Master, 70% belongs to others. If you can take 30%, it depends on the guild's attitude."

Jiang Yun said angrily: "Pindao has become famous and popular. If I want to make money, I have to find a guild, live broadcast to bring goods, and watch their faces. Then I will be a beggar on my knees, right?"

"Taoist Priest, these days, you can make a lot of money by kneeling down to beg for food, but you can't make much money by standing up!"

"Practitioners never value money. A gentleman is poor, and I don't know how to sell goods live. You two, please go back." Jiang Yun said playfully, pointing to the gate of Tianyuan Taoist Temple.

(End of chapter)