Let you teach, you play games with the worst class?

"For example, how to recruit netizens, how many netizens to receive at one time, how to price various content, and the most basic accommodation issues, etc."

"These are things that need to be addressed."

"Our time is full and there are only three and a half days left. Can these really be done?"

After a while, student Ah Wei raised his own question.

"Of course it can be solved!"

Wang Bo nodded solemnly, and then pulled out the notebook he had prepared in advance from his back waist:

"I have already considered the question you just thought of."

"The solutions are all here."

"The only difficulty is actually how to select some lucky netizens to recruit. Regarding this point, we only need to seek help from the program team and Teacher Ren."

After finishing speaking, Wang Bo pushed the notebook to the center of the table for the reference of the students.

At the same time, he went straight to the camera of the drone by himself, and said with a smile:

"Everyone, the following conversation is a business secret of our Class Nine, and it is not convenient to reveal it to everyone for the time being."

"So, let's end today's live broadcast~"

"The last thing I want to say to you guys is~"

"Nine classes of farmhouse, please look forward to it!"

After all, Wang Bo bared his big white teeth again, and turned off the drone's live camera with a smile.

I ran to discuss various details with the students in Class [-].

......

At this time, in the live broadcast room.

Looking at the screen that suddenly went dark.

Netizens only felt that they had a mouthful of internal injuries.

B got the dog!

Who the fuck did these boys from Class Nine learn half of their speaking habits from? !

I don't know, is talking half like cutting flesh with a blunt knife? !

It will rot your tongue!

We already know that you have plans to invite us, let's see how you prepare to die later? !

Also trade secrets? !

Since when, a farmhouse is considered a commercial secret!

Netizens were outraged.

One after another left in the barrage:

[Go to your farmhouse, we are grandchildren] After leaving a message, a discussion started.

Now that the anger has been vented, it is still necessary to fight for the treatment that should be fought for.

He wanted to go to that farm to play, and now he finally had a chance, how could he not grasp it?

Ever since, netizens started discussions on this issue.

Some people think that Class Nine may hold a farmhouse fun on the last day.

Some people think that the location of their farmhouse may not be limited to the farm.

Some people think that their recruitment may be announced in tomorrow's live broadcast, or even select lucky netizens directly in the screenshots. After all, there are too many anchors in such a lucky draw.

The discussion gradually became lively, and various theories were put forward by netizens.

Everyone involuntarily began to look forward to the live broadcast the next day.

At this time, a netizen silently issued a question:

"Don't you all say that going to their farmhouse is a grandson?"

"Why are you still so scrambling?"

There was a moment of silence in the barrage.

A bunch of ellipsis floated out slowly.

Immediately there was a lot of playful barrage:

"Look, there is actually an honest man here!"

"It's been so many years, who would believe in the online chat!"

"Do you understand how we vented our depression at that time? Of course it was so cool~"

"Brother, you still lack the baptism of the Internet~"

At this moment, in the live broadcast room, there was joy again.

In Class Nine's farm, Ren Yan took a screenshot, put away her phone, and looked at the students solemnly:

"Your generation may usher in a sublimation."

Chapter 216 How to Participate in the Farmhouse

in a spacious office.

In front of the bright floor-to-ceiling windows.

A stainless steel trophy covered in various names, gleaming in the sunlight.

Opposite the trophy, a huge group photo hangs on the wall.

In the group photo, all kinds of handsome men and beauties showed the most innocent smiles, posing in various poses, and a young man in the middle who was sitting on the ground with a slightly decadent smile slightly curled his mouth.

Against the backdrop of the surrounding handsome men and women, their spirits became more and more high.

This is Wang Shanhai's office.

Not long ago, Ren Yan took class nine to make a styling and left a group photo.

Wang Shanhai immediately sent someone to reproduce a photo at a high price and scaled it up to a size of one square, and hung it on the wall of the office.

Every day, I will glance at it a few times to show my expectations for my son.

Originally, Wang Shanhai didn't want to be so high-profile, and thought it would be enough to get a small photo frame and put it on the desk.

But this photo is really good, it fully sets off the unique vigor of the young people in Class Nine, and you can feel a burst of sunshine just by looking at the photo.

And various lighting and angle adjustments also added a lot of color to the photo. Under Xin Zi's suggestion, Wang Shanhai fortunately zoomed in and hung it directly on the wall.

Needless to say, this not only did not affect the overall style of the office, but even added a lot of color to it.

With such a photo, the whole office looks very 'human~'

On this day, as usual, Wang Shanhai leaned on his office chair, watching the live broadcast of Class Nine, full of anticipation in his heart.

As an old viewer of Class Nine's live broadcast, he naturally knew what his kid was thinking in the first place.

I couldn't help but like it in my heart.

Although my son usually doesn't know anything, but in terms of business, he still has his own style.

Therefore, he was determined to be the first batch to participate in the "farmhouse fun" activities of Class Nine.

Prepare to witness the growth of your son with your own eyes.

"That's why the live broadcast hasn't started yet?"

"It's already a quarter past seven, doesn't it usually start early?"

Wang Shanhai murmured.

On the barrage are also various question marks from netizens.

It seems that in order to wait for today's news to be announced, many netizens, like themselves, chose to get up early.

'These guys seem to be the next competitors. '

"The ninth class led by this old man still has some charm..."

Regarding the reception capacity of Class Nine, Wang Shanhai is clear about it.

A farm of about 60 square meters, even with the assistance of more than [-] people.

The maximum reception capacity is about three hundred at best.

If you want everyone to have a good time, this number has to be reduced by about one-third.

So for the netizens who appeared at this time, Wang Shanhai was full of vigilance.

Although he can privately get a participation quota from Lao Ren.

But he didn't want to do this kind of thing through the back door in front of Wang Bo.

It's not that the impact is bad.

It's simply because he doesn't know the specific plan of Class Nine.

If the ninth class is really full of the farm's reception capacity, if there is one more unexpected existence at this time, the entire team will collapse if it is not guaranteed.

He has seen this kind of thing too much.

Sometimes you still need to follow the rules.

He didn't want to destroy his son's hard-earned self-motivation because of his own private thoughts. '

Of course, the most important thing is that he feels that he will not lose to these netizens.

Another 5 minutes passed, and after Wang Shanhai took a sip of Biluochun, the screen in the live broadcast room finally lit up.

It is different from the usual live broadcast of class nine running.

Immediately on the screen today, the handsome face of my son, who looks like a smile and harmless to humans and animals, was printed.

On the screen, it seems to have received a signal from a classmate.

Wang Bo spoke slowly like a host:

"It's the imperial capital time, 7:20 in the morning, good morning everyone~"

"After more than three hours of discussion last night, we decided to welcome the first batch of netizens tomorrow!"

"For two days, until the day we start school!"

"As for what to do today?"

"It's also very simple. It must be prepared in advance to receive all kinds of ingredients for everyone!"

"Under the witness of the live broadcast, we will start from the purchase, so that everyone can eat and use with peace of mind!"

"At the same time, we will also announce the method of participating in the 'Nine Class Farmhouse' today!"

"Because the farm and the number of people are limited, we will only receive 180 netizens every day!"

"Everyone comes first served!"

"As for the method, you can see the name of this live broadcast room!"

Hearing this, Wang Shanhai and many netizens turned their eyes to the name of the live broadcast room on the stage.

The name has been changed from [Didu No. [-] High School Class [-]] to [Class [-] Nongjiale, registration address: Mr. Ren Weibo. 】

"That's right! The participating address this time is in Teacher Ren's Weibo!"

"Everyone just needs to leave a message under Mr. Ren's Weibo to participate!"

"Every hour, we will draw 20 lucky netizens from the comments to participate in this farmhouse fun of our class nine!"

"Duration, eight hours!"

"The selected netizens will receive private messages as soon as possible."

"At that time, as long as you pay a deposit of 200 yuan, you can get the electronic invitation letter of the farmhouse, the address of the farm and the schedule of the farmhouse."

"Everyone just needs to show up on time with the invitation letter!"