Retirement Tiandao Online Poverty Alleviation

He Qiyi has been an immortal for many years and no longer needs to sleep, so he is resting in the room with his eyes closed.The moment He Yan walked out of the house, He Qiyi felt it.

But he thought he had handled it properly, so he didn't act rashly.As a result, He Yan raised his voice, and He Qiyi felt a little flustered in his heart.

He Yan took all the effort to empty the cupboard, put the pots on the dining table one by one, count them from left to right, at least a dozen.He was afraid that He Qiyi would buy things indiscriminately, so he specifically checked whether there was a label on the pot, and found a familiar gap at the bottom of the pot.

This gap was formed when He Yan accidentally knocked over the oil pan, and the bottom of the pan scraped against the gas stove.It can be said to be the mark of his small pot.So He Yan turned over the bottom of each small pot, and as expected, he found a gap in each of them.

In other words, except for the color, model, and defects caused by use, these pots are all exactly the same.This is no longer He Qiyi's fault, He Yan can write his name upside down.

As soon as He Qi went out and saw a table of small pots and He Yan with a black face, he immediately realized that He Yan didn't like these things.

"What are you doing with so many pots?" He Yan asked.

He Qiyi said, "I don't know which color you like."

"So what about that mouth?"

"There was a surprise."

He Qi waved his hands one by one, and all the pots on the dining table disappeared.Sure enough, he conjured it up with magic.

He Yan was not really angry either.It’s just that the content in the video looks funny, but it’s quite scary when it actually happened in my own home.So He Yan decided to lock He Qiyi by his side and monitor his every move, lest he blow up the kitchen again.

"If you still want to live broadcast, come to the dessert shop, and I will use it for you after the shop is closed." After He Yan finished speaking, he added, "I will watch you from the side."

He Qi nodded and asked, "How do you know I'm live broadcasting?"

He Yan said, "Did you check your phone?"

He Qi slapped his palm, and the phone appeared in the middle of his palm.

Immediately, the message sounded like music, ding ding ding non-stop.

He Yan took He Qiyi's mobile phone, clicked on the small TV application, and called up the private message for him to read.

Fan A: "Big eyes!"

Fan B: "Brother, you are so popular! When is the live broadcast!"

Fan C: "Upupup can order food, I want to see you cook seafood!"

Fan D: "I'm an old fan! I'm an old fan! Up looks familiar to me!"

Fan E: "Okay, the next step is to bring coal to the line? I can provide the video script! How about I help you run it?"

He Yan squinted his eyes and clicked on Fan E, and immediately became suspicious when he saw the other party's username.

--"Extra cash"

There is no one who can use this kind of screen name except Qian Duoduo.What's more, this person also collected a bunch of metaphysics videos explaining how to make money through transshipment.

He Qiyi saw Qian Duoduo's comment and asked, "What is operation?"

He Yan replied: "It's account management. How to post videos, how to post updates, etc."

After He Yan said this, he suddenly felt that Qian Duoduo's proposal was not so outrageous.With He Qiyi's temperament, he definitely doesn't understand fan maintenance. It wouldn't be a bad thing if Qian Duoduo helped.

"Are you interested in his proposal?" He Yan asked.

He Qiyi squinted his eyes and thought for a while and said, "You can try, anyway, he can't make money by setting up a fortune-telling stall under the overpass."

Hit the nail on the head and kill people.