Sister reported me for voyeurism? Sorry i'm blind

"Hello, this is Ping An Bai Shi Shop. I am the boss Zhang Lingtian. Our shop is open 365 days a year."

Familiar words sounded on the phone, Yang Jinrong interrupted the other party's introduction, and asked with a smile, "Boss Zhang, are the wreaths that were recycled last time sold out?"

"Oh, it's you! Yang Yang Jinrong, I follow you!"

Zhang Lingtian has a very good memory, he said with a smile, "It will be sold out soon."

Yang Jinrong felt very surprised, "Business is so good?"

"Thanks to you, the wreaths are sold live recently, and the business has improved a lot."

Zhang Lingtian smiled and said, "What's the matter? You are here, and there are wreaths that need to be recycled?"

"No, I'm purchasing a wreath from you this time."

"Huh? To send relatives and friends?"

"No, just give it to an old lady you know, and the price is acceptable."

"Well, give me the address, and our shop provides door-to-door delivery service."

Yang Jinrong informed the other party's address, and agreed to hand over it downstairs, and he would deliver it by himself. I knew this address when I recorded it at the public security station, and I checked it with Zhang Xin later, and it was true.

the other side.

In front of the mourning hall.

After recording the show, the two brothers Wen and Wu were also swiping their mobile phones. After watching the program group commenting, the comment section fell to them, and then they smiled.

"I think the comment section is right, we can do a charity fundraiser and publish my account!"

Wang Chengwen clicked on the comments in support of donations and fundraising, and urged with some itching, "If you have money, don't take it, don't take it for nothing!"

"this"

Yang Xiaoli bit her lip, "Personal fundraising may involve breaking the law. During this critical period, we still don't want to make extra trouble."

"Can"

Wang Chengwen was a little reconciled, "What if the love donation is more than what I got from Yang Jinrong?!"

This kind of thing is not unheard of.

How many individuals and organizations wear famous watches, drive luxury cars, and live in villas in the name of loving donations.

"Brother, don't worry."

Wang Chengwu agreed with Yang Xiaoli's statement that the most important thing now is to get money from Yang Jinrong, a rich second generation, and everything else is pediatrics.

However, seeing the video released by the program group, it has more than 6 million views, more than 100,000 likes, and nearly 30,000 comments. This popularity and traffic also moved Wang Chengwu's heart.

Wang Chengwen looked at his brother and said eagerly, "Brother, you have a good brain, so you can come up with a perfect plan."

"Um"

Wang Chengwu's eyes suddenly brightened, "Heat, live broadcast! We can start a live broadcast and let the audience give us gifts. Isn't it illegal to use gifts? Moreover, we can live broadcast the crusade against Yang Jinrong, killing two birds with one stone!"

"That's a good idea!" Wang Chengwen exclaimed in surprise, but he became worried again, "But... we are live broadcasting, can anyone watch it?"

"Who said we want our account to be broadcast live?"

Wang Chengwu looked at Yang Xiaoli with a smile, "Beauty, send the Buddha to the West, and help people to the end. We use your official account of the program group to broadcast live, which can increase popularity. We only need gift money, and the popularity will increase the number of fans. We don't take money either!"

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Yang Xiaoli was a little hesitant. This seemingly win-win situation actually shifted the risk to their program team.

"Please ask the leader for instructions!"

Wang Chengwu said with a smile, "I will definitely agree."

Yang Xiaoli bit her lip, hurried outside and secretly made a phone call, but instead of calling the program leader, she called another mysterious number, "Hello, Human Rights Care Center"

"I'm 957, looking for Director Zhang."

"Um"

"good"

"I know what to do."

Yang Xiaoli finished speaking in a low voice, hung up the phone, turned around and entered the room, "Our leader agrees to this proposal, then we will broadcast live now."

When it was time for the live broadcast, Wang Chengwen felt apprehensive again, "When I watch other female anchors broadcast live, they have to sing and dance rap, but I can't do it!"

"No, you just need to kneel in front of the mourning hall and cry!"

Yang Xiaoli suggested, "The more you cry, the more gifts you get."

It was even more difficult for Wang Chengwen, "But I can't cry!"

"Smell this, it's really not good, you can eat it raw."

Wang Chengwu took out half an onion from nowhere, and the smell stood out. He peeled a few pieces and gave it to his brother, tears came out on the spot.

A few people hurriedly set up the live broadcast equipment, and soon, the live broadcast room was opened on Douyin, with a very controversial title:

[The poor old man who was driven to death by a sky-high motorcycle, the family of the mourning hall live broadcasted to discuss the explanation]

Because of the astonishing popularity of the video, a large number of viewers flooded in just after the broadcast, and the number of viewers in the live broadcast room quickly soared to 5,000, 10,000, and even approached the 30,000 mark!

The live broadcast looks plain and boring, but it is actually very shocking:

The dark and narrow room, the dilapidated walls, the candles that seemed to be going out, the lonely coffin, and the old man's son kneeling in front of the mourning hall and crying heartbreakingly.

This scene completely confused the audience, and many audiences wiped their tears.

"Is this the real situation in the home of the old man who was forced to death by the rich second generation? Such a dilapidated low building, dark and damp, is it too pitiful?"

"The living environment of the family members of the elderly is so poor, woohoo, I can't help but want to cry, I think of my grandma!"

The young viewers who were kept in the dark in the live broadcast room were so moved that they bought gifts one after another.

"The coffins are so small. The old man's family must be in poor condition. He was not cared for before he was alive, and he will be sued after death! What's hateful is that even after the old man died, the rich second generation still clung to him and demanded compensation! "

"You can drive a motorcycle worth hundreds of thousands of dollars, but you are so narrow-minded to embarrass a poor poor old man! It's disgusting! I'll go to the Internet to rape him!"

"That's why I hate the rich second generation so much. Wealth should not be in their hands!"

The emotions of the audience were completely ignited.

Almost all of them support the old man and criticize Yang Jinrong. Even if there are occasional doubts, they will be blocked and kicked out of the live broadcast room soon.

Seeing that the mood was almost in place, Yang Xiaoli opened a small account, and sent out the content she had prepared a long time ago:

"Families, donate gifts and go around to support the poor old lady!"

"Family, please donate gifts and go for a walk."

As expected, it was very effective. As soon as these bullet chats came out, other viewers were also brought into the rhythm of swiping gifts. Those who had money paid for gifts, and those who had no money swiped to ask for gifts for the elderly and other bullet chatting support!

Wang Chengwen, who was kneeling in front of the mourning hall, looked down at the gift in the live broadcast room. It was roughly estimated that it had exceeded 20,000, and his eyes were straightened.

This is only seven or eight minutes!

Sure enough, live broadcasts make money fast!

What kind of work is this?

Live streaming is the truth!

He excitedly wanted to tell his younger brother, but was kicked by his younger brother, "Don't play with your phone, cry quickly."

The two of them made another fake move to wipe away their tears. In just 20 minutes of the live broadcast, the gifts had skyrocketed to more than 90,000.

Wang Chengwen, who looked down and peeked, was so excited that he wanted to jump up and perform an impromptu dance for the family members who were collecting presents.

However.

At this moment, an untimely voice sounded outside the door:

"Old lady Hou Sufen, how could you die so quickly! I'm here to send you a wreath, and I'm here to see you!"

After taking the medicine for two days, I still have a splitting headache, and it hurts even sitting in front of the computer, which is too uncomfortable. It can only be supported by everyone's recommendation votes. I take a sip of hot water and continue writing