Master Lu, Madam, She Became Popular In the Entertainment Industry By Live Broadcasting

He expected the beginning, but Ye Wan never expected it to end like this.

It's okay to link her to a financial anchor or an archaeology anchor.

Linking an old monk, do you want her to accompany him to Amitabha?

Ding Lingling's cell phone rang, and Ye Wan picked it up.

A burst of "hahahaha" happy laughter came from the receiver.

Qiu Yuze was in a good mood, "Honghuang, you're lucky. The old monk Xuanmiao is very good. Every time he chats with fans with kindness and kindness, recites a few words of Amitabha Buddha, and pours a few bowls of chicken soup for the soul, the live broadcast is over. Not bad, not bad, The interactive link will not be available until 8 o'clock tomorrow night, you should hurry up and read the Great Compassion Mantra a few times tomorrow, let's hold a Buddha's foot temporarily, and we won't lose too badly!"

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lose?

Ye Wan keenly caught the keyword, "Isn't it an interactive link? Are there winners or losers?"

"Of course there is!"

Qiu Yuze explained patiently: "Or is the platform idle? There are no winners or losers. The anchors eat too much to do this thankless thing."

"Today and tomorrow, there will be 25 interactions per day. The ranking will be based on the number of fans and gifts added in each interaction. The winner will go to the next interaction, and the loser will stop there."

"After a game of PK, the top three in the interactive list, that is, the final three people in this 'Dream into Reality', the anchor level will be promoted according to the result, which is also the result the anchors want."

Knowing that Ye Wan had no interest in being a bronze anchor or a king anchor, Qiu Yuze said bluntly: "The anchors of each level are different from the platform's classification, you know!"

Ye Wan's eyes lit up.

"In other words, the higher the level, the more you get, and the less the platform gets?"

"That's right!"

"Excellent, I understand, I'm hanging up, I'm going to chanting!"

The phone hung up unexpectedly, and the girl's pretty "I'm going to read the scriptures" was still ringing in her ears. Qiu Yuze said, "..."

Ye Wan flipped her fingers and clicked on the live broadcast with the largest number of online monks.

At the beginning of the picture, Ye Wan's eyes lit up.

A meditation room with bright windows.

The picture quality is average, and it can be concluded that the other party doesn't even use any live broadcast equipment, it's just an ordinary smartphone.

But the simple and clean Nanmu strip table, the wooden fish on the table, the bamboo futon in front of the table, every object exists just right, as if it has been there for hundreds of thousands of years.

The impetuous mood can't help but calm down.

When the trembling old monk came over and sat on the futon, opened the scriptures and started to recite, the distracting thoughts in his mind flew out of the sky, and the feeling that his whole body was washed away became even more obvious.

Chanting scriptures in the first half, and chatting in the second half.

The old monk said a few words, each of which contained great wisdom, which is often referred to as chicken soup for the soul.

After a live broadcast, not to mention the hundreds of millions of fans in the live broadcast room, even Ye Wan felt refreshed.

Depressed by a series of changes in the company's bankruptcy after her parents left.

The resentment after being slandered by the rumors and the pride after the counterattack.

I am relieved a lot.

Even before going to bed, he was still thinking about the old monk's Zen words, Ye Wan's mood was indescribably calm.

Unknowingly, the online discussion of this live broadcast has surpassed the other 49 games.

The next morning, as soon as Ye Wan opened her eyes, she received a WeChat message from Tang Mulin, "Wan Wan Wan Wan, you've been hung up again!"