48 Hours a Day

Old Geng hesitated or decided to return to three layers of space, first because of the better security there, at least there was no such thing as street fighting, and more importantly, of course, he and Mr. G had to give the results back to the seller after the conversation.

Also because Zhang Heng had to go back to Xu Qian after that, Miss F sent four cleaner men to follow Old Geng back to the third floor to protect his safety.

In the old house, Old Geng paid Zhang Heng fifteen insect glue records at once, as the latter's remuneration for protecting him this time, plus the one previously deposited, amounted to giving Zhang Heng six more copies on the original basis, which was kind of a thank you to Zhang Heng for saving from the gang of runaways.

“That's all I keep, and I don't have any more.” Old Geng put the record in Zhang Heng's hands. The tone is a lot more polite than before. After all, just a short time ago, he also witnessed Zhang Heng's fighting power intuitively. “And the building blocks should also be given to you, so you don't have to pay the rent anymore. ”

Zhang Heng heard no rhetoric, took over the worm tape records, and at the same time his ears sounded a systematic tone, reminding him to earn another 150 points.

“Do you have any channels to collect bug gum records?” Zhang Heng then asked, "I can find a way to raise money to buy it, or, like this one, replace it with services. ”

“Why are you so passionate about wormwood records?” Old Geng looked at Zhang Heng strangely, "This is a small number of things... It's not easy to collect and it's not worth much use in itself. Only rich people on four or five floors will collect it. I'd like to help you, but if this deal goes well, I'll probably leave Shinshao 0297. ”

“Are you leaving here?” Zhang Hengyang raised his eyebrows, "why. ”

Old Geng's face showed hesitation.

“Forget it, I don't have much interest in your personal affairs either, just tell me who I should get to help me collect my bug gum records after you leave. ”

Old Geng thought, "This is my trade secret, and if I'm sure I'm leaving, I'll send you his name and contact details the day before. ”

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When Zhang Heng returned to Yacheng District, it was about 11 pm. Xu Qian had not yet broadcast.

Zhang Heng placed the golden hamster that Miss F had given him on the table, went to take a bath, purged the blood from his skin, and then walked out of the bathroom in a newly bought yukata.

Picked up a glass of water, sat on the sofa, opened the projection, and, like the previous days, the light car made its way into Xu Qian's live broadcast room. On the other side, it also opened the fan group chat room.

Xu Qian just finished a dance in the live broadcast room. Her cheeks were fluttering and she was chatting with her fans about a new game.

Zhang Hengzheng understood that Xu Qian herself did not play games, but from the big data feedback in the background, it could be seen that many of her fans were games houses. So about half a month ago, Xu Qian began to try to talk about some games on live broadcast in order to stabilize her declining popularity. To this end, she also studied the black language of many games circles on the Internet.

It has to be admitted that this technique is still quite effective, especially when a cute girl speaks black like an old gas bar in the player, and this contrast is really attractive, so that the night of the live broadcast was also the first time in almost a month that the number of people in Xu Qian's live broadcast room stopped the downward trend, and even had a small recovery.

Xu Qian officially decided to use this strategy after tasting the sweets, and would talk about the game on her own live broadcast every night.

But as we talked a lot, a lot of people began to realize that she was just a flower stand who didn't know where to learn a little black language, and there were more and more people under the cold tide, and the number of people online in her live stream began to fall again.

However, compared to the previous downward trend, Xu Qian slowed down, so Xu Qian ignored the black powder in the broadcast room.

She and Zhang Heng talked about this last night. In Xu Qian's words, people are actually a very contradictory creature. The audience who came to her live room shouted that they wanted to see her real side, but nobody really wanted to see her real side.

Xu Qian gave an example, saying that when she signed the contract to open the broadcast, she didn't know anything about the routine. Pure rookies, lights, makeup, as usual, wore a dirt-free sweater, wrapped herself strictly and honestly turned on the camera, and the conversation was more feminine.

But she was a newborn calf, and she still had a lot of confidence in herself, because she also studied those who were red ancestors and thought they were all hypocritical. At first glance, they were set up by deliberate people, and some of them even acted very well, rather than the sincerity she came to.

She believes, by contrast, that fans will know who to look after.

The reality quickly gave her a heads-up, and her nightly online presence in the broadcast room was so bleak, that some of the ancestors who signed with her had already harvested a lot of fans with innocence and even flesh and blood.

So Xu Qian finally put away her naive thoughts, chewed her teeth and bought a valuable cosmetic product for her first month's salary, and gave it to an old lady in the industry who had been red for a while, but is now on the verge of retirement.

Boss saw that she had a meal with her for the cosmetics set. The room taught her many years of experience and routine accumulated through live broadcasting, because the boss herself had to quit the business, so there was no hiding and Xu Qian benefited greatly.

Xu Qian also built her own personality, dressing style, including chat skills, etc. with these experiences and routines, which culminated in the culmination of her career.

“All the people you see on the Internet, all of them, they're not real.” Xu Qian, “do you think I like wearing cat tails in all kinds of silly and explosive positions in front of the camera, like talking about games that I don't even care about? ……

“Sometimes I also feel that there is no difference between what I put on store shelves, we are created by market and big data analysis, wrapped in beautiful packaging, full of glamour, just to cater to different needs, sometimes you see a commodity, you think it's special, but it's just designed to attract customers with special needs, and once some type of commodity is on fire, there will be countless products in the market that follow suit.

“I remember the first thing the boss said to me that night, nobody cared what kind of person you were, people had a purpose before they came to the air, even if sometimes they didn't realize it, or because they were lonely, or because of some sort of primitive impulse, or because they wanted an ice cream object… find these desires, give them what they wanted, and then you get what you want. ”