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

Those true fans naturally saw the number of people dropping like crazy, and before Nie Han could say anything, they started making crazy complaints.

"Hmph! These traitors! They betrayed Hanhan for a mere red envelope!"

"That's right, I don't care about red envelopes!"

"Haha, we Hanhan don't need those poor people either."

"Hanhan, don't cry. We are always here!"

Nie Han's face was gloomy. He was a top-notch young talent, but only tens of thousands of people watched the live broadcast?

Isn't this a slap in the face?

Also, these idiot fans say it so nicely, why don’t you place the fucking order!

He put all his energy into serving the rich woman, and ended up selling more than five thousand orders? ?

"Thank you for your support, babies. I love you~ I'm going to the bathroom first, wait for me."

A forced smile appeared on Nie Han's face.

After saying hello to the leeks, he left the camera and came to another room.

"Sister Hong, what's going on?!"

"The traffic was sucked away by an anchor named Nuoyan."

Sister Hong handed over a tablet. Her face was very ugly. Her income was closely related to Nie Han's. Now her delivery performance was not satisfactory, and she felt very unhappy.

After taking the tablet, Nie Han read a few comments and understood what was going on, "Mader, is there something wrong with this person? A million red envelopes for every one million viewers?"

What a beautiful cactus!

Everyone is thinking about how to make money from netizens. It would be better for this guy to directly send money to netizens.

How could this be? Breaking the rules!

"Hmph, sensationalizing!" Sister Hong glanced at Zhao Yan's live broadcast room and snorted disdainfully.

There was a strong hint of jealousy in his eyes.

The number of viewers has reached 900,000! ! !

If everyone came to their live broadcast room, how many orders would be sold!

"That's right, this kid doesn't even dare to show his face. He must be ugly. I doubt if this guy has a million dollars. He won't be able to step down when the time comes."

Nie Han was a little gloating, these fans are so stupid, at least make sure they have one million.

Just indiscriminately dragging people around, if you are fooled, isn't that to break the defense?

Hearing this, Sister Hong gave Nie Han an expressionless look, "I'm not sure whether he can give me one million."

"But I am relatively certain that there are more than 100 million Hong Kong dollars in his stock account."

? ? ?

Nie Han looked at Sister Hong blankly, what is this?

This thing actually costs more than 100 million Hong Kong dollars? Or just a stock account?

Damn, another damn rich second generation!

"The prodigal son will destroy his father's family fortune sooner or later!"

Nie Han cursed angrily, and Nie Han felt very unhappy.

He works tirelessly, serving this and that, and the amount of money that falls into his hands every year is almost the same.

After removing all costs, it's even less.

In any case, Nie Han is reluctant to spend more than 100 million Hong Kong dollars to speculate in stocks. He can't afford to lose!

Sister Hong sighed and made a faint remark: "He made almost 20 million in the stock market within two days of the broadcast. If he hadn't reduced his capital to 10,000 yuan, he would have made even more."

"..."

When Nie Han heard this, he was dumbfounded.

Earned almost 20 million in two days? Money printing machines are not that powerful, right?

She glanced at Sister Hong resentfully, which side were she from?

Can't we share the same hatred with him?

Why tell him this cruel truth.

Nie Han walked into the live broadcast room in despair, looking at the delivery volume of less than 6,000 orders and tens of thousands of die-hard fans, which was boring.

Netizens wandered around the live broadcast rooms of major Douyin anchors, posting advertisements like a pimp.

The house managers of those anchors couldn't handle it at all, and in the end they could only look at the sudden drop in the number of people in the live broadcast room, wanting to cry without tears.

On the contrary, the anchors who did not start broadcasting at this time escaped a disaster.

After everyone's unremitting efforts, the number of people in Zhao Yan's live broadcast room is like taking sildenafil citrate, crazy and determined upward breakthrough, breakthrough...

96…98…100…

"One million, one million!!"

"Brothers, awesome!"

"Hahaha, it's not in vain that I begged grandpa to sue grandma."

"Anchor, make money quickly!"

"A big red envelope of one million, here I come."

Countless netizens posted excited comments, urging Zhao Yan to fulfill his promise.

"Wipe it! Are you on drugs?"

Looking at the number of people who continued to grow, Zhao Yan shouted in surprise.

In just a short time, there were hundreds of thousands more people.

Sure enough, his money making ability is awesome.

"Okay, now there are enough people, I will start giving out red envelopes, get them all ready."

"In order to allow most people to grab it, one million will be distributed in ten installments."

After saying that, Zhao Yan opened the backend and directly recharged one million yuan.

Then he handed it to Qiu Yueqin and asked her to start spending money.

It will take some time to spend all this million.

"Do you really want to send it out?" Qiu Yueqin asked with wide eyes.

"Of course, there's no need to save, it's all paid!" Zhao Yan has always kept his word.

Nodding, Qiu Yueqin began the painful and joyful journey of losing her fortune.

"Ouch, what a jam!"

"Don't grab it! Mine is all mine!"

"Go away, you don't look very good, but you think you are quite beautiful!"

"Idiot."

"Fuck, isn't it? I didn't even get this."

"What's the hurry? There are still nine waves!"

The first wave of red envelopes dropped like a spark falling into a barrel of explosives, instantly igniting the atmosphere in the live broadcast room.

Netizens who came in with some doubts before saw that there was actually a red envelope to grab, and they were immediately surprised and quickly sent messages to their relatives and friends.

Therefore, the number of people in the live broadcast room at this time far exceeded one million.

Magic City.

Inside a black business car.

"Yeah, I got it, I got it!"

Wang Xiaotan exclaimed excitedly, with a bright smile on her face.

Who can resist the fun of grabbing red envelopes?

Um?

Suddenly, she felt a strong murderous aura coming from the side, which made her shrink back in fear.

Turning his head stiffly, he saw Cheng Xiao staring at her with a dark face.

"Xiao Tan, I remember you said at the beginning that those who betray will go to hell."

"Do you think this situation is considered betrayal?"

Cheng Xiao gritted his teeth and smiled.

She had been angry so many times these days that she felt like her aunt was out of balance.

"Ah? Hahaha... Xiao Xiao, how can this be considered betrayal? I am helping you get revenge."

"Think about it, what could be better than spending your enemy's money?"

Wang Xiaotan laughed a few times and explained quickly.

It may be that this reason convinced Cheng Xiao, or it may be that Cheng Xiao was moved by her desire to survive.

"Well...what you said makes sense, but this little money seems to be nothing to him."

Cheng Xiao touched his fair chin, wondering what he was planning.

Hearing this, Wang Xiaotan first secretly wiped away cold sweat, and then made a suggestion: "How about we hire a beautiful woman, ask her out, eat her food, drink her food, and spend all her money?"

"That's right! Why didn't I think of that! Isn't this bastard very rich? If he doesn't care about my three melons and two dates, then find someone and spend his money ruthlessly! I don't believe that he doesn't feel sorry for him."

Cheng Xiao clapped his little hands excitedly, thinking that this idea was so perfect!