The Strongest Man On Earth: Starting From Setting Up A Street Stall

Zhao Yan looked at the big fat man appearing on the screen and fell into silence.

This is unscientific.

Everyone is expecting a beautiful anchor, but how can a rich and powerful man appear?

Lao Diao looked at the computer screen that appeared on the phone screen and fell silent.

Why don't you show your face online? Is it polite?

Then he quietly checked the number of people in Zhao Yan's live broadcast room.

Damn it! Hundreds of thousands? ?

Lao Diao looked shocked and almost screamed.

How outrageous! No wonder I can’t carry today’s goods...

After reacting, a warm smile appeared on his face at the speed of light and he took the initiative to greet him.

"Hi, little brother Nuoyan, how are you?"

Zhao Yan's account ID is called Nuoyan.

"Hello, Lao...Diao, right?"

Zhao Yan was stunned by the name. He paused and continued: "Let me introduce myself. I am actually a master of metaphysics. I just bought a stock using metaphysics and made a small profit of more than 10 million Hong Kong dollars. But they didn't believe it and asked me to Connect to a random anchor."

"Then the question is, brother, do you want to have a fortune telling?"

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When Lao Diao heard this, he was stunned.

His big bell-like eyes were full of confusion.

Master of metaphysics? A small profit of more than 10 million? Do you want a fortune telling?

There were so many flaws that he didn’t know where to start.

You are so young and you are already a master of metaphysics?

I still make more than 10 million, do you know how much it is? He can't make any money even if he carries the goods for three months!

Is this kid a liar?

"Well, there is no charge."

Lao Diao asked carefully, if there is a charge, just start spraying! By the way, let me report back.

Humph, what age are you in, and you still use metaphysics to deceive people.

He only believes in science!

"Of course there is no charge. I don't need your money." Zhao Yan said in a relaxed tone.

He just wants to complete the task and make money through this, which is too slow.

"..."

Lao Diao felt offended.

What do you mean? Do you dislike him for being poor?

"It's so funny. Look at this anchor's face, he looks like a piece of pig liver."

"Fuck, who is this kid? He actually dislikes us being old and poor? Can you make tens of thousands of dollars in one operation?"

"Where did this bumpkin come from? He's not a fan of Big Fatty, is he? Tens of thousands of people are still shouting here?"

"Haha, isn't tens of thousands a lot? Do you think Douyin has a millionaire per capita?"

"Brother, the situation has become smaller. I, Brother Yan, lost tens of millions in the casino before. I just made more than 10 million in ten minutes. If it were you, would you look at tens of thousands of dollars?"

Fans in the two live broadcast rooms started arguing.

Fans of Lao Diao feel that this anchor named Nuoyan is too pretentious.

But Zhao Yan's fans know that it is all true. Therefore, this sense of superiority comes out.

pattern!

The pattern is different!

"Haha, if that's the case, let's just forget about it."

Lao Diao lowered his head and glanced at the WeChat message. His heart moved, and he nodded in agreement with a smile.

Mudd, it’s so fantasy!

It's all true? !

This is a big shot!

Lao Diao almost lost control of his expression and knelt down to lick her on the spot.

"Okay, face the camera and don't have any other expressions."

Zhao Yan gave an order and he was going to do a facial deduction.

Although it can be directly derived, just like those college students who followed the network cable before.

But that would be too labor-intensive. Now there is an easier way, so why bother?

"Hey, that's not good."

After staring at Lao Diao's fat face for two minutes, Zhao Yan suddenly frowned.

In his eyes, Lao Diao had a deathly aura lingering on his head, and he was obviously about to die.

"Brother, what's wrong?" Lao Diao was worried. He tensed up just now, as if he was being targeted by something.

At this time, I heard Zhao Yan's solemn tone and looked a little suspicious.

Is there something wrong with him?

"Oh, brother, after my careful calculation, you are in for a big disaster today. If you are not careful, the whole village will suffer!"

With a slight sigh, Zhao Yan still told the truth.

Hiding and tucking is not his style.

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Old Diao is confused, am I going to die?

"Hahaha, this damn liar, he's so damn good at lying, and he's still getting the banquet."

"His fans are still bragging about the money. Maybe they were deceived. Maybe it's all a script."

Some cunning fans laughed and sent barrages of ridicule.

Just now they saw that Zhao Yan was unhappy and were momentarily stunned. Now it seems that it is all fake!

Not only Lao Diao's fans were skeptical, but fans in Zhao Yan's live broadcast room were also a little unconvinced.

"Brother, you are wrong in your deception. It should be said that there will be a bloody disaster. Then hire a few people to beat that person up. Wouldn't it be effective?"

"That's right. Now if we just tell the whole village to eat, can we still kill people?"

"You know the bloody disaster."

"The host overturned? That's great!"

Zhao Yan: "...."

What a bunch of weird fans they are.

What about his crazy fans?

Hundreds of thousands of people, not even one person unconditionally trusts him?

sorrow! How sad!

"Little brother, you are wrong. I kindly asked you to tell your fortune. If it wasn't too outrageous, maybe I would cooperate with you. But if you say so, I really can't cooperate."

Lao Diao's face turned cold and he said in a neutral tone.

Originally, for the sake of Zhao Yan's hundreds of thousands of fans, he was going to put on a show.

As long as Zhao Yan said 123, he would directly answer it.

Hello, hello, hello everyone, it’s a waste of money to gain followers together.

"I'm serious, you'd better stop live streaming eating."

Zhao Yan kindly reminded him, if you still don't believe it, just forget it.

He also has no obligation to save people.

Believe it is fate, do not believe it is fate.

"hehe."

Lao Diao smiled perfunctorily, ignored Zhao Yan, and instead started poaching: "Brothers over there, come to my live broadcast room, I will kill more than a dozen boxes of mung bean cakes live now, and use my strength to prove this lie!"

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Zhao Yan was stunned.

Labor and management were kind enough to save your life, but why are you trying to poach me?

Although he didn't care much about these anti-bony fans, this attitude made him very unhappy.

"Did you hear that, you rebels, why don't you go quickly? Why don't you come over and slap me in the face later?"

Zhao Yan said it didn't matter, the more he went, the better.

Netizens who were about to make a move immediately jumped into the trap when they heard this.

"Brother Yan, I'll come as soon as I go."

"Anchor, don't worry, I'll just go over and have a look. I won't slap you in the face."

"Hahaha, let's go, let's go, I can't wait to see the anchor roll over."

"You bad guys! Why don't you protect the anchor? Do you think about slapping the anchor in the face every day, and your conscience won't hurt? Wait, brothers, take me with you."

"..."

The hundreds of thousands of people online in the live broadcast room were reduced by more than half in an instant.

Glancing out of the corner of his eye, he discovered that Qiu Yueqin next to him had taken out a mobile phone at some point and was hanging it in Lao Diao's live broadcast room, watching it with interest.

Zhao Yan's face turned dark. There was a traitor next to him?

"Does it look good?"

"Okay... no, I just wanted to collect information about the other party and report it to you as soon as possible."

Qiu Yueqin was excited and quickly changed her words.