Live streaming in rural areas becomes stronger

Chapter 570

(Ah, concubine is here.

What kind of dream did the concubine have?

Sister Concubine... Tell us, we are willing to die.

Just ignore the anchor, Xiaoshan anchor is wood.

Concubine, look at me, look at me...)
Song Xi'er was furious: "Shut up, Zhang Xiaoshan, you don't know how to manage me when you get into trouble? I've been seen since I came here, don't you know?"

Zhang Xiaoshan himself felt a little wronged.

"If you don't want to be managed, it's fine if you quit by yourself. Besides, the animation you appeared on stage is the official logo for you, right? It's not the management prompt of my live broadcast room."

"Ah... I'm ignoring you."

(Hahaha... Concubine, don't run away.

That is, haha, don’t run away, we still want to hear what kind of dream you had.

Sister concubine, share it, it can't be a shameful dream, can it?
It must be, sister concubine to share...)
"Shut up...bye..."

Seeing that Song Xi'er disappeared from the live broadcast list, Zhang Xiaoshan hurriedly dialed the phone again, this time it rang several times before Song Xi'er answered.

"What are you doing? Can you let me sleep? Hate..."

Zhang Xiaoshan hurriedly apologized.

"Xi'er, don't be angry, I reminded you, it's you..."

"Anyway, it's your fault. If you didn't start the live broadcast, how could this happen?"

"Stop making trouble, I have something to ask you."

"You put me in such a bad mood that you still want to ask me questions? There's no way..."

Hearing that the other party hung up the phone, Zhang Xiaoshan dialed again...

(haha... I'm not gloating.

I do not have either……

The anchor is obviously in a hurry like this, I'm sure he will have to dial five times before answering this time.

I feel like the anchor is about to give up.

How can it be so easy to coax a girl?

That is... If I were a concubine... haha, I would die of happiness, and forgive the anchor right away.

anthomaniac……

I am a nympho, and I am a nympho, and I have no part in you. )
Zhang Xiaoshan was depressed, and was considering whether to make a phone call. After thinking about the phone, it turned out to be Song Xier. Before Zhang Xiaoshan could speak, Song Xier's angry voice came from the opposite side.

"Zhang Xiaoshan, I just remembered, what was that huge balloon just now?"

Just now Song Xier just glanced away from the camera and was attracted by what the fans said, so she just had an impression, but if she looked at it now, it was obvious that she would be besieged again by fans, so Song Xier had to ask Zhang Xiaoshan.

"That's what I'm talking to you about. I got a hot air balloon, and I plan to use it to live broadcast and take Xiaohe and the others on a trip. Who knows that I need a lot of things, so I want to ask if you can help. It is said that it needs to be heated. Balloon club, and then you have to test your driver's license."

"Is that so? Then you have found the right person, I have a club, and I am a pilot with a driver's license."

"Really?" Zhang Xiaoshan instantly felt that he could see the blue sky through the clouds and mist.

"Of course it's true. Balloons below 50 meters can fly freely and be approved casually. It's actually very simple."

"What if it is more than 50 meters?" Zhang Xiaoshan asked nervously.

Song Xi'er laughed and said, "Just kidding, how can there be a hot air balloon over 50 meters, the technical difficulty of 50 meters is very high, and no matter how big it is, it is completely useless."

Zhang Xiaoshan asked again: "What if the hot air balloon is really over 50 meters?"

Song Xi'er saw the live broadcast room from the angle of looking down, so she couldn't see how big the balloon was. Now she was asked by Zhang Xiaoshan, and she obviously understood that something was wrong.

"What do you mean? You don't have hot air balloons over 50 meters, do you?"

Zhang Xiaoshan said awkwardly: "To be precise, the diameter of the balloon is more than 120 meters. You may have seen it just now. The place where we stand is the basket dragged by the hot air balloon."

"Are you kidding? A hot air balloon with a diameter of 120 meters? Are you out of your mind? And where did you get it?"

After being in contact with Little Foot He Juli for a long time, Song Xi'er didn't believe Zhang Xiaoshan's nonsense about meeting by chance.

"If you really don't believe me, come and watch in the live broadcast room. I'll let you fly the drone farther away."

In the end, Song Xi'er didn't wait for the technical department, changed her appearance animation, and returned to the live broadcast room, but she directly clicked on full screen and turned off the barrage, so as not to be upset watching.

As the drone flew farther and farther away, Song Xier also saw the whole picture of this huge hot air balloon. Of course, Song Xier also used Julian as a reference. Thinking that Julian's big head of two meters and three meters is now like an ant, Song Xi'er was completely speechless.

"You...are you sick?" Song Xi'er said speechlessly.

"Can't drive?" Zhang Xiaoshan asked.

"You are definitely not allowed to drive in your country. How about it, since you are traveling anyway, you might as well go abroad."

Zhang Xiaoshan hurriedly asked: "Overseas? My English is not good, and I don't plan to go abroad."

Song Xi'er said: "Your country will definitely not let you fly now."

"Can you fly abroad?" Zhang Xiaoshan asked.

"Overseas are masters who are not afraid of death. As long as you have a project, you can fly. Isn't it July? There is a hot air balloon festival in France. As long as you participate in this event, you can fly south from France with the monsoon. Even if you fly to the Cape of Good Hope, no one cares about you."

"I don't want to go abroad." Zhang Xiaoshan said.

"If you don't want to come out, then throw it in the desert. I can't help you. What do you want to fly? You just put the hot air balloon away, and I'll get someone to transport it to France for you. You can start the competition after more than ten days. If you don’t fly, then you can figure it out yourself.”

"Okay, then I'll think about it."

Hanging up the phone, Zhang Xiaoshan said depressedly: "It may be very troublesome at home, but there is an opportunity abroad, there is a competition to fly, what do you think?"

Little Foot He said: "I have no problem."

Sentence also nodded.

"I'm fine too."

Zhang Xiaoshan said: "What I am most worried about now is the language barrier. When I was in school, my English was very poor, let alone this is France."

Little Foot He laughed.

"I can translate for you."

Zhang Xiaoshan's eyes widened.

"You speak French?"

Ju Li said, "Do you think we have learned your language?"

Zhang Xiaoshan suddenly realized this problem.

"Yeah, I feel jealous of your Mandarin standard."

Little Foot He said with a smile: "In fact, language is just a way of expression. As long as you find the core way of communication, it's okay to not open your mouth."

Zhang Xiaoshan was stunned, because the words just now clearly entered his mind, but Xiaozuhe's mouth was closed tightly.

"I... you... ventriloquism?"

Sentences burst out laughing.

"I just like to see you who have never seen the world. Let me introduce you a Wanguotong. With it, everyone you listen to speaks is your native language."

"Wanguotong? Software?" Zhang Xiaoshan looked at Julian enviously.

(End of this chapter)