My house collapsed from the top, and the system just came?

The time has entered November.

November 6th.

Suitable for: bathing, breaking down houses, and offering sacrifices.

Taboo: getting married, traveling, moving to a new house.

Originally, Wang Mo was a certified atheist, so he would not pay attention to these auspicious days.

But Yuan Xiong said: "The company specially selected today as a good day to make live broadcast changes for you, hoping to have a new beginning."

Wang Mo said in surprise: "The company still believes this?"

Yuan Xiong smiled: "Public opinion cannot be believed. But which real entertainment company does not believe it? When you see various TV series and movies starting filming, they will more or less perform some opening ceremonies that cannot be reported by others. Behead chicken heads and burn yellow paper. , burning incense and worshiping gods are all very common procedures.”

Wang Mo: "This..."

Although he had participated in the filming of several TV series and movies before, he had never paid attention to this.

Yuan Xiong seems to have long been accustomed to it: "I would rather believe that something exists than something that doesn't exist. In fact, it's not just the entertainment industry, it's also as big as national infrastructure... ahem."

Yuan Xiong suddenly stopped talking and did not continue.

Wang Mo: "Say it, say it!"

Yuan Xiong said angrily: "You're a fool, and the book is gone. If the book is gone, you will die too."

Wang Mo was shocked.

…

eight pm.

On Douyin, the live broadcast of "Xilou" officially started.

Even without the company's traffic, after more than ten minutes, the number of people in the live broadcast room was close to 20,000.

Netizens are very enthusiastic.

"The great talent from the West Tower is here."

"Quick, I want to listen to the class."

"Hahaha, I didn't expect to find such a treasure anchor on Douyin."

"Xilou's cultural knowledge crushes the entire Douyin live broadcast industry, right?"

"After listening to Xilou's live broadcast last time, I realized that boys don't have aunts..."

"..."

Backstage.

Yuan Xiong looked full of sadness.

With only less than 500,000 fans, it was able to achieve such high popularity during the live broadcast. I have to say that the fan stickiness of "Xi Lou" is really high.

If the number of fans of "Xi Lou" exceeds five million, or even reaches tens of millions, then what's the point?

By then, the popularity of the live broadcast room may be comparable to that of top celebrities.

When the time is right, let Xilou interface. By then, everyone discovered that Xilou was actually Wang Mo, and Yuan Xiong couldn't even imagine what a terrifying explosion his popularity would usher in.

now.

Wang Mo had already read the company's live broadcast planning plan. After he had his own plan in mind, he started to connect with netizens.

That's right.

The core of tonight's live broadcast is to randomly contact netizens and grant them a wish. As long as the other person's wish is not particularly perverted, they will fulfill it for the other person.

When I was young, I wanted to go to a Western restaurant for a meal.

I was old enough to take my parents on a trip around the world.

etc……

"It's a bit similar to Zhang Dada's live broadcast method at that time..."

Wang Mo felt confident.

This is indeed a potentially popular live broadcast method.

Of course, the prerequisite is that the netizens connected must be perverted, neurotic, and nonsensical enough.

Because the highlight of Zhang Dada’s live broadcast room lies in the unpredictability of netizens.

soon.

The first netizen connected successfully.

The other party was a teenage girl. She seemed very excited: "Xilou, I want Hao Mingxing's signed photo. I am his fan. Can you do it?"

Yo!

This wish should not be too simple.

Wang Mo smiled and said: "No problem, I have already said that my purpose tonight is to fulfill all your reasonable wishes. I have remembered your wishes. Please send me your detailed address in the background private message later. I Hao Mingxing’s signed photo will be sent to you as soon as possible.”

Wow~~~

The live broadcast room was in an uproar.

Everyone was obviously shocked by Wang Mo's words.

Because they had always thought that Xilou was just a small Internet celebrity with a voice like Wang Mo. This is the main reason why everyone is fans of Xilou. It was only later that Xilou showed his outstanding talent, and many people gradually fell in love with Xilou himself, and then gradually ignored his voice.

But everyone thinks in their hearts: Xilou is still just a small internet celebrity.

But now it seems that Xilou can easily get Hao Mingxing's signed photo, which is not something ordinary netizens can do.

Immediately, netizens' emotions suddenly became intense.

The number of people in the live broadcast room also surged by thousands.

"Even me, even me."

"Brothers and sisters, give me Big Bear some face."

"Damn it, I have to be connected this time. Each of the brothers and sisters connected to the live broadcast room has an iPhone, so I do what I say!"

"..."

Sure enough, after having the first real case from a netizen.

In an instant, thousands of netizens joined in the race for the second connection.

It was still a girl who became the lucky one.

She screamed and shouted: "I want Queen Xu Mengqi's latest limited edition album, the one with a signature!"

The live broadcast room was in an uproar.

"Fuck, how dare you say that."

"Xu Mengqi's latest limited edition album seems to only have 5,000 sets, right? It has already been snapped up by die-hard fans. Now the album has been hyped to 8,000 yuan a set, and it does not come with a signature. Not to mention the signed one. Is Xilou so capable of fulfilling her wish?"

Even Wang Mo was stunned for a moment.

Of course he knew Xu Mengqi, because when he was at the top, he was so popular that he could compete with her opponent. But he had no friendship with the other party, and only had some acquaintances in a certain crew.

But the next second, he saw Yuan Xiong next to him nodded slightly.

Yo!

Lao Yuan has a wide range of contacts.

Wang Mo felt relieved, smiled at the camera and said, "Okay, Xu Mengqi's latest limited edition signed album will be delivered to this young lady as soon as possible."

This time.

The live broadcast room completely exploded.

What is the origin of this West Building?

Just get Hao Mingxing's signed photo.

Can you also get a limited edition signed album from Queen Xu Mengqi?

Damn it!

It’s so awesome!

"Who is Xilou?"

"He is definitely not an ordinary little internet celebrity."

"Rich second generation?"

"The rich second generation is here to do the live broadcast. You little comrade is very funny."

Just when everyone was doubting Xilou's identity.

The third netizen has successfully connected.

This netizen’s name is “Luozi Yousheng” and he is a boy who looks to be in his early twenties.

But this time, this netizen’s wish shocked many people.

The boy's voice had a light scholarly quality: "Mr. Xilou is a talented anchor, so I think our wishes are best related to cultural knowledge. I am a senior student and I am preparing to take the Qingbei postgraduate entrance examination. The ideal tutor is Professor He Zhixing of Qingbei University of Liberal Arts. But I heard that he no longer accepts graduate students, so my wish is: if there is an opportunity, I can have a phone call or meet with Professor He, and hope that the other party can accept him. I am a disciple. Can Mr. Xilou fulfill my wish?"

The words have not yet fallen.

The barrage in the live broadcast room has become a waterfall.

"Brother, do you really think that Xilou is the bastard in the wishing well? You wish for anything?"

"Your wish is too unrealistic."

"A good opportunity was given to you but you didn't grasp it and made a wish that is impossible to fulfill."

"Aren't you making things difficult for me..."

However.

No one saw that Wang Mo behind the faceless man's mask raised his eyebrows after hearing the boy's wish.

I can't guarantee other wishes.

Even Xu Mengqi's album has to be obtained by Yuan Xiong.

But this wish...

Very good, the author lived another day... Chapter 1, he was forced to lie down on the bed and sleep by the nurse. Because the standard is that my heart cannot be higher than my feet to reduce swelling in my feet. And how can I write with my feet higher than my heart? (Warm reminder: My feet were pierced by steel nails and fixed to the head of the bed)