Han Bin took a look. The account name was Old Wang from Antique Street. He had 86,000 fans, 124 posts, 55 followers, and 172,000 likes.
"Uncle, you did a good job."
"I can't help it. Business is bad, and I don't have any customers. Since I'm sitting here, I'll just open a livestream and record a short video to upload to the website. "Wang Qingsheng started to talk, took a sip of tea, and continued.
"At first, I did it for fun. After all, I'm just a fat uncle. I don't think many people would like to watch me. I don't know much about other things. I just talk about the antique business. "
Wang Qingsheng clapped his hands. "I didn't think that someone would like to watch me."
"There are not many people who buy antiques these days, but there are many who like to watch. He doesn't need to spend money to watch the show online and he can increase his knowledge. On top of that, I like to talk a little, so the number of fans increased rapidly. "
"During this period, I earn a few thousand yuan every month. I even get about ten thousand yuan at one time. Although it's not a lot, it's enough for me to spend."
Han Weidong took the phone and looked at it. Although he knew that Wang Qingsheng was doing a live broadcast, he didn't expect him to earn so much. "You only have tens of thousands of fans, and your monthly income is around ten thousand yuan. If you have hundreds of thousands or millions of fans, your income is comparable to that of a celebrity. "
"Brother-in-law, you're right. From what I know, there are a few VIPs with more than ten million fans. Their income is comparable to that of a celebrity."
Wang Huifang was curious. "What does he do to earn so much money?"
"You wouldn't have guessed it." Wang Qingsheng smiled and kept her in suspense. He continued, "He's a chef. He used to be a chef in a restaurant. He uploaded some cooking videos on the internet and became popular. Now, he earns more than a million dollars a month."
Wang Huifang said, "Wow, that's more profitable than opening a restaurant."
"That's for sure. With his income, he can open dozens of restaurants a year." Wang Qingsheng sounded envious. "I do live broadcasts and upload videos now. There are two main types of content. One is from the antique stalls, and the other is cooking videos."
"Why did I lose weight? It's because there are always some fans who care about me. They leave comments at the bottom of the video saying that I'm too fat and should lose weight. There were also some haters who spoke harshly, but no matter what, I gradually lost weight under their supervision. It can be considered an unexpected gain. "
Han Weidong said subconsciously, "Looks like there's a good side to this live broadcast. It can urge you to lose weight. It's a virtuous cycle."
Wang Qingsheng smiled. "Yes, it's not just me. Nowadays, many people rely on live streaming and short videos to make a living. I thought it was pretty good. I didn't even need to leave my house to earn money. The only drawback is that the income is not stable. "
Everyone chatted as they ate, and they only disbanded after 10 PM …
Fujima City suburb, Fangjing Village.
Fang Mancang walked toward the center of the village with his feet splayed out, holding a fan in his hand.
A bare-chested man riding a tram greeted him, "Uncle Man Cang, where are you going?"
"Go to the battalion."
"Why are you going to the brigade at this hour?"
Fang Mancang smiled. "Let's go eat."
The bare-chested man was a little puzzled. "Why are you eating at the brigade? Why haven't I heard that the village provides meals?"
"Which team are you in?"
"Team Three."
The corner of Fang Mancang's mouth curled up, and there was a hint of pride in his tone. "That's none of your business. Today, the village chief is treating us to dinner at the brigade."
"Why should he? We're all from the same village. How can the village chief be biased? "
"Did you forget that we're a collective economy company? Every time we get a bonus, we treat everyone to dinner. The money from the company is just for the land in the brigade."
"I remember that you guys get a bonus around the New Year? Why is it so early this year? "
"It's not early. This is last year's bonus. Wasn't it delayed by the pandemic? Now that it's over, it's a good time to give out the money and have some fun."
The bare-chested man was a little envious. "That's good."
Fang Mancang took out a pack of cigarettes and passed one to the bare-chested man. He also lit one for himself. "Yeah, we get a bonus every year. Other industries are not doing well this year, but our collective economy company's business is doing well. I heard that this year's bonus is higher than the previous years."
"That's not bad. But you have to drink less in the afternoon. Otherwise, the money we give out will be stolen."
"I can't do that. I can still drink less from the government. I'm going there to drink. We don't lack food at home. As for getting the money, that's your aunt's job. "
"Look at your life. It's so easy. Our team is not doing so well. We can't do anything this year. There's no work even if we work."
"The country's policies are good. The village chief is also a capable person. He has set an example. Using the old leader's words, let a portion of the people get rich first. The first to get rich will lead the rest to get rich. "Fang Mancang patted his chest and said." Taozi, if you don't have any work to do, let me know. I'll look for the village chief to let you find a job in the collective economy company. If you work hard, you can earn tens of thousands a year. "
"Uncle Mancang, I haven't thought about it yet. Let's talk about it later. Do you need me to give you a lift? It's on the way. "
"No need. You go ahead. It's good for me to stroll around. I can eat more later."
"Then I'll take my leave first," the shirtless man said and rode away on the tram.
Fang Mancang was not in a hurry. He walked slowly and chatted with the people he met. He was afraid that others did not know what he was going to do.
The reason why Fang Mancang was living so comfortably was that a few years ago, the village had set up a storage company. It occupied the land of Group 7 of Fangjing Village. The villagers had used their land to buy shares. Every year, they could get some dividends.
In recent years, with the rise of the logistics industry, the storage company's business was getting better and better. Every year, they could get two to three million RMB in dividends. The cash was piled on the table. It was a spectacular sight. Sign, take the money, and leave.
Two years ago, it was even on TV news. It was named Advanced Village, Tycoon Village, and Fangjing Village. All the girls in the nearby villages were willing to marry into Fangjing Village.
Two years ago, Fang Mancang's family received sixty to seventy thousand RMB. It was enough for the whole family to eat and drink. It was much better than the villagers who went out to work.
At this moment, Tao Zi came running back on his electric scooter. It was almost as fast as a motorcycle.
Fang Mancang asked curiously, "Tao Zi, why are you in such a hurry?"
Tao Zi put both his feet on the ground and braked. "Uncle Mancang, it's not good. Your company has been robbed."
"What? How did it get snatched away? Where did you hear about it? "
"There were a few people shouting about it at the entrance. Some villagers even went to the storage company to watch the commotion. They said that your dividends had been stolen."
Fang Mancang's eyes widened. "F * ck. Which @ # ¥% dares to come to our village and rob us? They must be tired of living."
Fang Mancang sat on the back of the electric scooter. "Let's go. Bring me over to take a look. Whoever dares to steal my money, I'll smack him to death."
Tao Zi laughed. "Uncle Mancang, don't brag. I heard that the robbers had brought their weapons."
"What weapons?"
Tao Zi used his index finger and thumb to draw a line. "This guy."
"Gun."
"That's right."
Fang Mancang shrunk his neck. "F * ck. Which f * cking @ # ¥% dares to steal our village's dividends?"
Tao Zi rubbed his nose and thought to himself, Now you're excited, right? Let's see if you can still show off.
… …
City Public Security Bureau Criminal Investigation Unit, Second Squadron, Team One Office.
Recently, there were no new cases. Everyone had become lazy.
Li Qin was tidying up the table. Wang Xiao was looking through some documents. Jiang Yang was reading the old files. Huang Qianqian was browsing online shopping websites. Bao Xing was dozing off in his chair.
"Creak …" Han Bin pushed the door open and walked in. He clapped his hands. "Everyone, pack up. There's a new case. Get ready to leave the scene."
Bao Xing was a quick talker. "Captain Han, what case?"
"A company was robbed."
Jiang Yang said. "Isn't it a normal robbery handled by the branch's Criminal Investigation Unit?"
Bao Xing laughed. "Is it because the higher-ups think we're too free?"
Han Bin said seriously. "This is not a normal robbery. The suspect is armed."
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