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

"Hmph! I didn't expect that as my temporary assistant, you don't trust me as much as the fans in the live broadcast room!"

Zhao Yan pointed at the 100,000 fans who stayed in the live broadcast room with a moved expression.

Balabala, I talked about Qiu Yueqin so much that I almost knelt down and sang Conquer.

But Zhao Yan didn't expect that as soon as he finished speaking, fans in the live broadcast room posted comments to refute.

"Anchor, you are thinking too much. Others don't know. Anyway, I am dual-player..."

"+1, stop talking, this fat guy is ready to eat."

"Hahaha, I was wondering why there are so many die-hard fans. It turns out that everyone is just like me."

Grass!

Zhao Yan couldn't hold himself any longer.

These dogs are really a bunch of white-eyed wolves!

He spent so much money to promote quitting gambling, so forget it if you don’t appreciate it, and stab him in the back!

Qiu Yueqin also saw the barrage and covered her mouth and snickered.

But then he was glared at by Zhao Yan, and his face became grim.

Lao Diao live broadcast room.

Looking at the number of online people growing at the speed of light, he was ecstatic and grinned unconsciously.

So many leeks... My family, today's sales volume will definitely reach a record high.

Haha, the good days have just begun, and you are saying that I am going to die?

If he hadn't been unsure about Zhao Yan's background, he would have turned against him long ago.

Seeing that the number of people in the live broadcast room had reached more than 500,000, Lao Diaopa hung up the connection.

This is a vivid interpretation of Crossing the River and Burning the Bridge.

Zhao Yan: "..."

Mud, what a dog.

Okay, let's watch your performance.

"Ahem, hello everyone, I am the famous eating and broadcasting expert Diao on Douyin. Welcome to my live broadcast room. Without further ado, let's start eating!"

After a brief introduction to the new family members, Lao Diao was ready to go straight to his unique skills.

He stretched out his chubby hands and tore open a box of mung bean cakes.

Then he took a bite, chewed it twice and swallowed it.

"See! There's nothing wrong with it. Those who promote metaphysics are all liars. Don't be fooled. Also, this mung bean cake is really delicious. If you like it, just click on the little yellow cart below to place an order. "

Lao Diao patted his chest to indicate that he was healthy.

Then he stepped on Zhao Yan gently but not too hard, not forgetting to bring the goods.

"Oh, it turns out it's really a lie."

"It's boring. I thought the host was really going to die, but he was still alive and kicking."

"Brothers, you can go get slapped in the face!"

"...."

Lao Diao looked at the barrages one after another and felt very unhappy.

Mudd, these people came here just to see if he would die? ?

"Haha, I think everyone should stop going to that liar's live broadcast room. Aren't you helping others increase their popularity in vain?"

Lao Diao first stabilizes the fans and must not let these hard-earned fans come back!

Then strike while the iron is hot.

"Brothers, I'm going to do a challenge, that is, kill ten boxes of mung bean cakes in one minute!"

In order to get fans to place orders, Lao Diao also worked hard.

"Ten boxes in one minute? I'm not afraid of the wind blowing my tongue."

"You will die if you don't brag."

"If you can make ten boxes in one minute, I will immediately place an order for ten boxes."

Damn it, you don’t even believe it, right?

"Okay, it's a deal, you guys will watch!"

In order to save time, Lao Diao directly opened all ten boxes of mung bean cakes and put them aside.

Then he took a deep breath, quickly took one out and stuffed it into his mouth.

Whoosh whoosh!

At this moment, Lao Diao was so nimble that he didn't look like a fat man. Before he could swallow this one, he stuffed the next one in.

The mouth is full and swollen, and it won't stop.

"Damn it, 666, I never thought that such a small mouth of the anchor could hold such a big thing."

"Anchor, slow down, don't choke."

"Stop stuffing it. It's so swollen that I really can't hold it anymore."

"Yeah, I'm almost full. Host, please stop. Can't I buy it?"

"..."

"Can you drive on this broken road?"

Lao Diao took the time to glance at the backstage and found that sales were rising. Suddenly, he worked harder.

"Uh...uh uh..."

Suddenly, Lao Diao covered his neck and his face turned red.

The assistant was immersed in the joy of the surge in orders at this time and didn't pay much attention here.

However, netizens in the live broadcast room discovered something unusual.

"Look, is the anchor choked?"

"Damn it, my face has changed color! Where is the assistant?"

"Hiss... fallen down, fallen down."

"Damn it, call the police immediately, what's going on with this assistant!"

Lao Diao rolled his eyes, struggled a few times, and fell down on the table unwillingly.

The big head is facing the camera.

The assistant finally noticed the movement here, his expression changed, and he quickly dropped his phone and ran over.

After shaking Lao Diao twice and seeing no response, he quickly dialed the emergency number.

As for the live broadcast, we can’t control it for the time being.

...

"It's almost time." Zhao Yan murmured to himself.

"What time?" Qiu Yueqin looked over doubtfully.

At this time, the live broadcast room, which originally had only tens of thousands of netizens hanging up, returned to its peak number of people almost in the blink of an eye, and was growing at an extremely fast rate.

"Zacha, something happened to that big fat man."

"It was so terrible. As I was eating, my face turned purple and I fell down on the table."

"Mad, you scared me to death."

"The host actually guessed it right? It's just a coincidence."

The barrage in the live broadcast room suddenly broke out, and Zhao Yan felt a little dizzy after watching it for a while.

"Haha, do you believe it now? Is my calculation accurate? Do you believe it or not?"

As soon as he had free time, Zhao Yan began to create the character of Shensuan, striving to complete the task as soon as possible.

Really dead?

Qiu Yueqin stared blankly at Zhao Yan's pretense, feeling a little incredible.

This is too dreamy.

"Anchor, don't be complacent! Others haven't certified the death yet!"

"Is it possible that it's a coincidence?"

"I believe it, you can do whatever you want."

"There are many things in the world that cannot be explained by science, but whether the anchor has real information remains to be verified."

? ?

This group of unscrupulous people are tough-mouthed.

Fortunately, some netizens have already believed it, which is a good start.

If he does it a few more times, more and more people will trust him.

"Okay, let's stop here today and continue tomorrow."

Zhao Yan chuckled and decisively turned off the live broadcast.

Sigh, it’s been live broadcast for half an hour, I’m so tired.

Besides, you have to let the bullets fly for a while and ferment before you can attract more people the second time.

Netizens in the live broadcast room saw that this product was the same as last time, and they immediately posted it. Question marks suddenly filled the screen.

"???"

"Again, can't this piece of shit be broadcast for a little longer?"

"I took a look, and this time it was shorter than the last live broadcast, less than half an hour!"

"It's so short, too short, short and small."

The street anchors lurking in the live broadcast room broke through their defenses.

Drought after drought, flood after flood, they worked so hard that their fans wished they were their ancestors. As a result, they broadcast live for several hours a day, with hundreds of people online.

Every time this thing goes bad, there are dozens of millions of people waiting for it.

Could it be that fans nowadays have masochistic tendencies? Like them tougher?