Becoming rich starts with a street stall

"help?"

Chen Dong happily said, "Miss Zhang, don't know how I can help?"

Zhang Xiaobei: "Mr. Chen, do you think this is okay? I have almost 500,000 fans now. I know that you are in the antique business now and we can cooperate. For you all, you still remember that from the beginning of the street stall to the present success People, your success story is simply the best inspirational story. Drive popularity through your deeds, and then we sell your products through live broadcast..."

After listening to Zhang Xiaobei's introduction, Chen Dong understood her intentions.

According to Zhang Xiaobei's statement, it is a win-win situation. Chen Dong's antique shop used Zhang Xiaobei's live broadcast to sell things, and Chen Dong helped Zhang Xiaobei increase his popularity.

"Sorry, Miss Zhang, I really don't have any interest in your suggestions. Besides, my antique shop cannot be as good as it is, and I don't need to sell it online."

When Chen Dong spoke, Liang Jing coughed twice. According to Liang Jing's idea, Chen Dong should have agreed. After all, the business of antique shops is very poor now. There are not many customers in the day, but I did not expect this. But the guy said without shame that the business is very good. This is not going to the grave on Ching Ming Festival and fooling ghosts.

Hearing Chen Dong's refusal, Zhang Xiaobei's face darkened.

"Mr. Chen, do you want to think about it again? Don't worry, no matter how many things are sold in my live broadcast room, I won't ask for a penny in Chengdu."

Chen Dong smiled: "Miss Zhang, I don't understand this. You are so enthusiastic to help me sell things, don't divide it, are you doing that?"

Zhang Xiaobei rubbed his hands and glanced at Liang Jing at the counter.

"Mr. Chen, it is true that I made a bet with my family."

"My family forced me to go back to my hometown for a blind date, but I want to work hard for a few more years in Qingshan, so I told my family that if my fans reach 1 million within a month, they won't push me again. Go back to the blind date."

Chen Dong puzzled: "What does the blind date have to do with the number of fans?"

Zhang Xiaobei: "Mr. Chen, you also know that now is a traffic society, and when there is traffic, people will naturally find you to sell things. Before Dongpeng company approached me for cooperation because I had a lot of fans, and now I have four fans. One hundred and fifty thousand, the income from a live broadcast is almost hundreds of dollars. When my fans count over a million, the income from a live broadcast may be tens of thousands of dollars, and my family will no longer interfere in my life."

Chen Dong nodded, and what Zhang Xiaobei said seems right. In this era of Internet plus 5G, traffic is king. Whoever has traffic can make money. Otherwise, there won’t be so many people joining the anchor’s camp. Make money?In fact, it is still a small number of people who make money. Those popular big anchors can earn hundreds of thousands of millions in a live broadcast, but what about some people?A live broadcast may not be able to make money, and even tired to death.

"Sorry, I still can’t agree to cooperate with you. You said just now that you don’t have many fans, and even if we are looking for anchors with many fans, we will talk about cooperation when you have over a million fans. Right."

After hearing Chen Dong's words, Zhang Xiaobei stood up in silence.

"Excuse me, President Chen, I'm bothering you."

After speaking, he turned and left the antique shop sadly.

"Boss, you are too unkind. You are a little girl anyway, so you won't be a little bit euphemistic? Besides, I think that girl's point is quite reasonable. Let's try the method of online sales. What's more, people don't want wages. Where can I find such cheap things?"

"Why don't you cooperate with her?"

Liang Jing: "..........."

Lying on a wicker chair by the window in the shop, Chen Dong took out his mobile phone.

He had a friend of Zhang Xiaobei on the tremolo short video platform before, so he opened Zhang Xiaobei's personal homepage and took a look.

"No wonder the number of fans has increased. This video on Xiaobei's homepage was all recorded. It used to be a promotional advertisement for Dongpeng's products. Recently, I posted a picture with music, and there was some poisonous chicken soup below. .

What, in this life, where will there be a lot of prosperity?

This meow is nothing but nonsense.

There is also this sentence, there are some things that can't be done, just leave it to tomorrow.If you are lucky, you don't have to do it if you die tomorrow.

What is the name of this special meow?If you can't finish it, of course you have to save it for tomorrow. If you are lucky, you don't have to do it. This is a pessimistic tendency.

It's broken, I refuse this girl, right?

If you really can't think about going to death, you deserve it. You can't bear this little setback. What big things can happen in the future?

I looked down a few more:

Although I look ugly, I can be ugly and beautiful when I buy beautiful clothes.

This sentence is quite interesting.

The person you like must confess, if you don't get rejected, you really think you are a fairy.

The ugly duckling becomes a white swan, not because of how hard it works, but because its parents are the white swan.

This poisonous chicken soup is too much to bear.

Just when Chen Dong was about to turn off his mobile phone, he unexpectedly discovered that Zhang Xiaobei had actually started the live broadcast.

Chen Dong quickly changed his name and entered the live broadcast room.

[Human Cannon] Enter the live broadcast room...

Looking at the newly-created name, Chen Dong happily, isn't this name aggressive?Cannon on earth?Who else?If I provoke me, I will blow you up into scum.

Zhang Xiaobei was streaming live while walking, and looking at the background behind her, Chen Dong was happy, isn't this the Qingshan flea market.

"Hello babies, to tell you a good news, I was rejected again by others."

Zhang Xiaobei with a ponytail is quite humorous.

Seeing the popularity in the live broadcast room, Chen Dong almost died of anger.

This is still an anchor with more than 400,000 fans. The number of people in the live broadcast room is only more than 20. Fortunately, I didn't cooperate with her, otherwise the pants would be lost.

[Bei Jiajun. Xiao Ye Zi]: "Bebe, don't be sad, we support you, people must stick to their dreams, otherwise, what is the difference with a salted fish?"

Sure enough, they are all young people who are deeply poisoned by poisonous chicken soup.

[Human Cannon]: How do you know that the dream of salted fish is not to be a salted fish?

[Beijiajun. Xiaoyezi]: Hey, cannon on earth, you are the black powder of our Beijia army, how do you know that the dream of salted fish is salted fish, even if it is salted fish, at least be a dignified one Salted fish.

Looking at the phone screen, Chen Dongle couldn't do it.

[Human Cannon]: "Dignity? Who said that salted fish has no dignity? At least salt must be available for dignity."

[Beijing Jun. Xiao Ye Zi]: "You... who is in charge of managing, kick him out quickly."

Seeing a quarrel in the live broadcast room, Zhang Xiaobei quickly said: "Oh Ye Zi, the black fan is the black fan. I think what he said is correct. People like me who have no money and no background stay in the city. Wishful thinking, I thought about it. If my fans don't reach one million this month, I will go back to my home town."

[Bei Jiajun. Little Ye Zi]: "Bebe, are you crazy? You will get 600,000 fans a month. Unless you spend money to turn fans in the live broadcast rooms of the big broadcasters, let alone those fake fans, 600,000 How much does it cost fans?"

Zhang Xiaobei smiled bitterly: "Try hard, you don't know if you don't try it. If it's a big deal, I will go back to my hometown and find a man to marry and have a child. This is the whole life."