In Coold's live stream and Ye Lingchen's live stream, more than a hundred thousand viewers were watching Y-God's live stream at the same time. However, the comments were eerily quiet. In front of the screen, some people could not help but hold their breaths.
It was as if the moment they spoke, a ghost would rush out.
The words of the entire story were extremely picturesque. In addition to Ye Lingchen's tone, it quickly dragged everyone into the atmosphere.
Coold had never thought of switching back since she switched to Ye Lingchen's live stream. The group of viewers in her live stream did not have any objections either. They wanted to continue listening.
At the same time, at Huyu Streaming's headquarters …
A group of people sat backstage, looking at the skyrocketing number of viewers in Ye Lingchen's live stream. They were dumbfounded.
Clank!
The next moment, a middle-aged man pushed the door open angrily.
He was the deputy director and director of Huyu Streaming, Song Qian.
The livestream platform naturally needed supervision and operation, and this was the area he was mainly responsible for.
As soon as he entered, he yelled at the backstage management staff, "How are you doing this? What's up with 12 * * *'s live stream? "
"Director Song, we're also paying close attention to the data of this live stream," someone replied.
"The number of viewers increased, but no one spoke, no gifts, and no one lost?!" Song Qian sneered. "Do we need to pay attention to that? It's obviously a trick! Just ban it! "
Right at that moment, a backstage staff played the live stream.
The pitch-black screen made everyone frown. Just as someone was about to ban the live stream, they heard Ye Lingchen's faint voice.
Everyone, including Song Qian, was stunned.
"Wait!" Song Qian quickly stopped them.
The unhurried voice seemed to have some sort of magical power, instantly attracting everyone's attention. Once they stayed in the live stream for more than three seconds, they would be reluctant to leave.
The entire backstage staff of Huyu quietened down. That pitch-black screen with only a vague silhouette seemed to have some sort of magical power. That was another bizarre world of grave robbing.
"Fellow viewers, today's live stream will end here. The future time will be set from 7 pm to 9 pm. You're welcome to tune in tomorrow. Thank you, everyone."
Finally, with the end of Ye Lingchen's sentence, everyone seemed to have woken up from a dream.
[Host, you've only just started? It's over?!]
[Previous poster, are you out of your mind? The host has been talking for two hours!]
[This story is too good to listen to. Please tell more, host. I'll send out the yacht!]
[Tycoon! Since that's the case, I'll give you two yachts! Is there a line downstairs?]
[I hope it gets more and more exciting. I'll play three. Host, take it!]
[In that case, I'll also show my sincerity. Four!]
…
The originally noisy live broadcast room once again fell silent. This time, it was because of fear.
Previously, everyone had been so focused on listening to the story that they had forgotten to tip. It was only at this moment that they suddenly erupted!
The endless stream of gifts flooded the screen, causing all the onlookers to hold their breaths as their eyes turned red.
This was real money, real money!
A yacht cost 18,000 Tigerfish coins, which was equivalent to 1,800 RMB!
In such a short period of time, Ye Lingchen's gifts had exceeded 30,000!
On that day, he made it into the top 20 on the donation ranking, ranking second in terms of the speed at which his donations rose!
As for the first place, it was … Coold.
Meanwhile, in Coold's live streaming room.
Coold looked embarrassed. She explained to the crowd with a blushing face,
"Everyone, please don't tip anymore. This is Y-God's story. I'm only in charge of the broadcast. If you want to tip, go to Y-God's live streaming room …"
"Stop, I didn't do anything. Please don't tip anymore …"
"Song … Director Song, should we still ban this live streaming room?" Someone asked in the backstage of Huyu Live Streaming.
"Ban your sister! I'll fight whoever dares to ban this live streaming room! "
Song Qian almost jumped up. "Hurry up and contact the host himself. No, I'll contact him personally!"
Coold sent a WeChat message right after Ye Lingchen exited the live streaming room.
"Y-God, I'm sorry. My live streaming room is set to your channel. Many people are tipping because of you. I'll calculate it and return it to you."
"It's fine. I still need to thank you for helping me gain popularity," Ye Lingchen smiled.
The number of viewers in his live streaming room was only 8,000. However, the system showed that Grave Robber's Chronicles had accumulated 20,000 popularity points. It was obvious that Coold had helped a lot in that.
As for how the popularity points were calculated, Ye Lingchen had no idea.
Logically speaking, Coold's live streaming room should have 100,000 viewers. Why was the popularity points only 20,000?
There were 80,000 viewers who were not satisfied?
Could it be that one needed to reach the level of a diehard fan to be counted as a popularity point?
"There's about 60,000 yuan. After deducting the share, there's about 36,000 yuan. I'll transfer it to you," Coold continued.
"I really don't need it! I'm not short of money! "Ye Lingchen was extremely generous." If you transfer it, it means you're looking down on me. I'll be angry! "
He had helped Old Master Lin with his treatment and filming a TV series. He already had 21.4 million yuan. He could be considered as a tycoon. He was indeed not short of money.
"This … Alright. If you're short of money, feel free to ask me for it," Coold said after hesitating for a moment.
After a pause, Coold sent another WeChat message. "Y-God, I didn't expect you to tell such a good story. I'm so engrossed in it. Congratulations, you're totally popular now."
"I was lucky."
Right then, Ye Lingchen's live streaming room shook. He received a system message.
After greeting Coold, Ye Lingchen opened the message.
[Hello, I'm Song Qian, the vice president of Huyu Live Streaming. Your live streaming content has attracted our attention. Is it convenient to contact you by phone?]
'Song Qian, giving me money?
That name … was quite a cool name. '
Ye Lingchen pondered for a moment, then sent his phone number over.
Ring ring ring —
The next moment, the phone rang. The person on the other end was obviously very anxious.
"Hello, is this Y-God?"
"Yes, hello, President Song."
"Y-God, we've listened to your story. The plot is very fascinating. I wonder if you have a complete idea for the subsequent plot? Do you have an outline?" Song Qian probed.
"I don't have an outline, but the subsequent content will only get more and more exciting. I can guarantee that."
There was a moment of silence on the other end of the phone.
Song Qian gritted his teeth and said, "Alright! I believe you! I can make the decision right now to increase your contract benefits. You get 70% and the platform gets 30%! Moreover, during your live streaming time every day, I can give you a recommendation on the main page! However, I have a condition. "
Ye Lingchen's eyes lit up. He was in urgent need of popularity. Song Qian was like coal in the snow!
'True to his name, he's here to give me money.'
Ye Lingchen asked, "What condition?"
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