Live broadcast: My leisurely life on the island

After washing up, Zhang Heng returned to the live broadcast room.

"How is it? Are you satisfied? If you are not satisfied, you can continue to read. I'm going to have breakfast."

Just as Zhang Heng was about to get up, a frying pan exploded in the live broadcast room.

"Scumbag, please be human!"

"How can there be an anchor like you, can't you pamper fans?"

"Look at how caring fans the anchor is, and look at you! Scumbag!"

"Scumbag, you're trying to kill yourself! Believe it or not, we'll shut you down immediately!"

"..."

Zhang Heng couldn't help laughing immediately.

"You guys can do it, you did everything you threatened? After all, you are a fan of my scumbag, you can! I like it!"

"But it's a pity that this method doesn't make sense to me."

"Other people start live broadcasts mostly because they are forced by life, but I like it, that's all."

There was a brief stagnation in the barrage rain.

Zhang Heng's pretense is really impeccable.

It made all the audience a little caught off guard and hard to parry.

Zhang Heng sighed and said: "So, if you want to watch my live broadcast, if you want to watch a leisurely but exciting island live broadcast. Then you have to make me happy. If it's not complete, I will give you some benefits."

As soon as the words came out.

A local tyrant brother immediately arrived with a Rolls-Royce Phantom worth [-] RMB.

"How are you, are you happy?" The rich brother randomly sent a barrage.

Zhang Heng said in a very casual tone: "It's okay. Let's make do with it. If you spend [-], it's better to say, brother scum, you really make me happy."

"Cut! If you don't come here, you'll get cheap and act like a good boy." The local tyrant immediately responded with a barrage.

Without waiting for Zhang Heng to say anything, a fan posted a large bullet screen with 100 yuan.

"Don't believe it, someone offered 50 yesterday, and my scumbag didn't even look at it."

"Let's not talk about 50, just a few minutes of single-handedly fighting the tiger shark, and the gifts before and after were more than [-]."

"That's right, my scumbag, who would be excited because of your 1 yuan?"

"..."

Amidst the bursts of ridicule, the local tyrant didn't say anything.

Now that the fans have recovered the scene for themselves.

Then the matter was turned over.

"Actually, my happiness is very simple. I just say something nice, and I don't need to do anything fancy. Swipe gifts and do whatever you want."

"How about it, you guys say something nice, and if I'm happy, I'll give you a wave of benefits."

"As for the benefits, keep it a secret."

Some professionals and colleagues in the live broadcast room saw this scene.

There was a soreness in my heart.

We are all human beings, and we are all anchors.

Why do I have to coax the audience and fans, and he needs fans to coax him to be happy?
It's so unreasonable.

After Zhang Heng finished speaking, the barrage began to praise him in various ways.

Handsome, pure man, pissy, real man.

In short, there are only these things that I can’t think of, and without these fans, I can’t say anything.

Seeing the full screen of "licking words", the jealous eyes of colleagues and experts in the live broadcast room were about to explode.

At this time, in the live broadcast expert group, someone directly mocked Zhang Heng for having a problem with his mind.

What do you want to be obedient, wouldn't it be good for one person to get a reward with a sign?
How much money is hot?

As soon as these words came out, many people also laughed at them.

Say what payment is king.

Anything that easily worships popularity is just a cloud.

After all, Zhang Heng is still young.

Never seen the world.

However, at this moment, suddenly a Lamborghini worth [-] RMB roared past.

At the same time, all kinds of gifts are flying up.

After a while, gifts of [-] to [-] yuan were collected.

These experts who mocked Zhang Heng for not knowing what to ask for a gift suddenly didn't know what to say.

Face slaps are too fast to parry.

"It seems that you are very good at speaking well, and you will continue to work hard in the future. Brother Ben is in a good mood, and now go to distribute benefits."

After saying that, Zhang Heng got up and left the house.

After leaving the house, Zhang Heng asked for salted noodles at the noodle soup stall of Grandma Lin at the head of the village.

"Our noodles are all handmade, and they are traditional crafts, so they can still retain the sweetness of the rice. When I have a chance, I can take you to Grandma Lin's home to see how she makes rice noodles."

"I prefer to eat salted powder, after all, it has a strong taste."

"However, we islanders prefer to eat soup noodles, and some people will eat fried noodles in the afternoon and evening."

"Don't tell me, I'll eat first. You can do whatever you want, if you haven't eaten breakfast, just swallow your saliva."

As soon as Zhang Heng said that, he began to bow his head and eat the noodles.

The first mouthful of pickled powder gave Zhang Heng the feeling of returning to his childhood.

"Grandma, the noodles you make are still so delicious."

Granny Lin smiled kindly and said, "Eat more if you like it, and I'll serve you another bowl later."

"Okay, thank you grandma."

After all, Zhang Heng opened his mouth to eat.

Snoring, snoring, a bowl of salted powder can be eaten in a short time.

As soon as he finished eating, Grandma Lin came over with a bowl full of salted powder.

"Eat slowly, there is still enough." Granny Lin looked at Zhang Heng with a loving face.

"Okay grandma. Don't worry about me, I'll just eat it myself."

Granny Lin smiled and said nothing, then turned around and walked in.

After a while, Grandma Lin brought a bowl of sea white winter melon soup.

The so-called Haibai winter melon soup is a light soup made of sea white and winter melon.

The taste is delicious, greasy and refreshing.

In addition, the more important function is to dilute the taste of marinated rice.

Freshen your breath.

Seeing Granny Lin walking over with a bowl, Zhang Heng stood up quickly and ran over to pick it up.

"Grandma, look at you, I'm even embarrassed."

Granny Lin still looked at Zhang Heng kindly and said, "Sit down and eat."

Zhang Heng nodded, "Okay."

Granny Lin looked at Zhang Heng very kindly, then walked staggeringly to greet others.

There was another barrage of bullets in the live broadcast room.

"What a loving grandma, I miss my grandma."

"Grandma is so kind. I didn't expect such a good old lady to exist in the world. I cried."

"I miss my grandma. I don't know if she is doing well there."

"..."

Looking inside the live broadcast room, it was warm.

Zhang Heng's heart is also quite warm.

Unknowingly, everything in the live broadcast room began to integrate into his life.

Before the live broadcast, he couldn't watch many live broadcasts.

The vast majority of live broadcasts are willing to be 'guided' by fans for the sake of money and popularity.

So when he wanted to start the live broadcast, he set the bottom line and never let fans guide him in everything.

Including emotions.

However, Zhang Heng discovered that this bottom line is impossible to achieve.

Just at this moment, the warmth and harmony in the live broadcast room moved him deeply.

The ordinary and sincere emotions of the audience and fans made it impossible for him to remain unmoved.

"Well, how about we have an interaction?"