big perfect anchor

Chapter 112 My Battle My Home

130 million.

This is Chen Hao's income on the first day of the annual race.

200 million.

This is Chen Hao's fan attention since the broadcast started.

35 million.

This is the number of Zhenai groups owned by Chen Hao.

270 million.

This is the current total commission of Chen Hao Lele's background.

One thousand 230 one.

The current number of members of the knighthood fan group formed by Chen Er.

73.

Ye Zi formed a local tyrant fan group managed by Chen Er's help. The threshold is not low, and the monthly gift is [-] yuan.

The results are outstanding. When these data were listed in Chen Hao's mind, he himself was startled. He put on a piece of clothing, walked out of the room, and looked at the large snowflakes falling slowly in the night sky. The snowflakes were big, but not cold. , the wind was not strong, standing in the snow, Chen Hao lit a cigarette for himself, he didn't know how long his current peaceful state of mind could last, so much money, such a successful career, in his heart There has always been an impulse, which he has always suppressed, that is to withdraw all the commissions from the background and spend them.

"Let's go, run for a while, it's boring to always run on the treadmill." Chen Gang came out from the main room: "My uncle said to drink some wine, and my aunt is preparing it. Come back after a lap, drink some, and you should take a good rest. Are you tired from such a high-intensity live broadcast?"

"It's okay." Chen Hao threw away the cigarette, zipped up his clothes, and signaled to Chen Gang that he was ready to go. The two figures, on the village road where no one came out to wander around after ten o'clock, headed all the way to the top of the hill in the distance. Running, when breathing, a cold wind pierces in, you can't tell whether it's comfortable or painful, but it's very enjoyable.

On the way back, Chen Hao sprinted all the way back. After entering the yard, he put his hands above his knees, panting heavily, feeling the damp inside his clothes, the sweat on his scalp mixed with snowflakes, and the cool air flowed down. The scalp stimulated the brain, making him extra energetic. He smiled at Chen Gang, went back to the house and took a set of clothes to take a shower.

On the kang, a few small dishes were put on the table, the big goose stewed sauerkraut that I ate at night was reheated, Chen Yuanping opened a bottle of Moutai, poured it into the jug, and was warming it with hot water, Chen Er and Meng Feifei sat cross-legged On the kang, Qiao Xinmei and Chen Yu were using spoons to dig out pieces of watermelon, put them on a plate, and put them on the table.

Eating watermelon in the winter, in the past, the Chen family would not be so extravagant. In summer, you can eat as much as you want. It costs a few yuan each, and the well water is in town. It is enjoyable to eat. Now eating watermelon means eating an off-season.

"Come on, let's have some drinks today. I just found out what the live broadcast is all about today. My son is exhausted. Come on, let's have a drink."

What Chen Yuanping said was the truth. He just realized today that being an anchor is not easy. He felt tired after watching his son’s live broadcast for more than four hours. He must be tired after singing so many songs and wasting his voice so much broken.

The whole family raised their glasses and drank together. This is the reason why Chen Er didn't squat on the ground to eat. He wanted to drink some wine with everyone.

"Dad, the second son and Feifei are also exhausted, especially the second son. He has to deal with all the miscellaneous things in the whole live broadcast room. He is definitely a great contributor. Brother, do you have to respect the second son?" Chen Yu is very excited today. After a whole day of being the field controller, I was exhausted. I knew that this job was not easy because I had done this job. I also admired Chen Er's ability to handle the trivial matters of the entire live broadcast room.

Chen Er wanted to stand up, Chen Hao pressed his shoulders with his hands, and raised his glass: "Second son, there is no more talk between brothers, come, have a drink."

"Hey." Chen Er smiled, raised his glass to touch Chen Hao, and drank it down in one gulp.

Chen Hao poured another glass and lifted it up, and said to Meng Feifei: "You have worked hard, Feifei, everyone is helping me, think about it when you and my sister are free, we will have a fan meeting next year, think about it where to play?"

Chen Yu blinked, and moved closer to his younger brother: "Brother, tell me, how much money do you plan to spend?"

Chen Hao smiled, and pointed at her forehead: "I promise to satisfy you, but it will be May or June next year. Think about it first, and see how much money I make."

Chen Yu deliberately surprised and said: "Then it's okay to go to Sanya, brother, don't worry, the sister will support you unconditionally and win the year."

Qiao Xinmei smiled and said to Chen Yu who crawled back to her place from behind her: "You girl, you will go to work hard after the next year, and you are still thinking about playing, look at your brother..."

Chen Yu quickly raised his hands: "I surrender, is it okay if I surrender? My brother is already the most mysterious and invincible "other people's child" in everyone's mouth outside, but at home, he is his own child, so don't give it to me. Class begins."

Chen Yu's words made the whole family laugh out loud. The stalk of "other people's children" is now known to everyone. If any family in eight villages in ten miles or eight villages educates their children, they must use Chen Hao as an issue. This is not the most important stalk. You know, just a few months ago, if anyone educated their children, they would use Chen Hao as a negative teaching material.

This inversion of positive and negative makes me laugh when I think about it.

The family sat together and drank wine for more than an hour. Everyone went back to their room with smiles on their faces and went to bed.

"Your home is so nice, I don't even want to leave."

"Then stay here every day."

In the past, it was Chen Yu who envied Meng Feifei, whose family was in the city, who lived in a high-rise building, and only had to walk for 5 minutes to get to and from get off work. No matter in terms of clothing or expenses, he could not compare with him.

Now, it is Meng Feifei who envies Chen Yu, without mentioning all the external things, just Chen Hao is her younger brother, which makes Meng Feifei envious. Now Haozi is not the same as before, he is already a She is a serious Internet celebrity, and there are so many little nurses in the unit who are fawning on Chen Yu, so she just hopes that Chen Yu can ask her brother out, even if Chen Hao can go to the hospital to find her once.

If it wasn't for the fierce battle of the annual competition, I believe Chen Yu would have done it long ago. Among the young nurses of similar age in the unit, she is destined to be the most proud one.

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For the annual competition, there are two live broadcasts a day, each for three or four hours. This is the standard equipment for most anchors. Some of the more ruthless ones are live broadcasts for more than ten hours a day. The most ruthless one is the 24-hour live broadcast invented by some big anchors last year. , sleep directly in the screen, or simply find someone who roughly resembles you in appearance, with the same hairstyle and sunglasses, so that you feel like a person, sitting in front of the computer, and asking for votes next to you Little anchor, you can hear music with a very strong rhythm as long as you enter the live broadcast room around the clock.

Then, there was this voice.

"Brothers, rush for me."

"Brothers, don't stop with one or two tickets, and brush up your personal tickets for me."

"Brothers, the free votes in everyone's hands are cast first, you click on the package column, the last page..."

"Everyone, don't stop, the public screen in the middle, one or two will also be displayed."

"We are still short of XX million votes, everyone works hard, we catch up to XX million votes."

Qingtian is one of the most special groups, there are not many anchors like her.

Chen Hao was fine on the first day, and he broadcast live for more than four hours, which is not a small amount, but he did not broadcast live during the day on the second day, but started broadcasting normally at [-] o'clock in the evening, which was criticized by many people, saying that he was drifting away Some say that there are many local tyrants in his live broadcast and he licks it well, some say that he pretends to be a wolf with a big tail, some say that he will definitely suffer if he pretends to be a big brother...

Chen Hao didn’t want to explain everything. He only knew that if he wanted to maintain a good state every day and be able to perform his talents in the best state for everyone, then the daily live broadcast should not exceed five hours. The throat will not be affected for four hours. In the remaining one hour, the talent will be less, and the fatigue of the throat will not be very high. After a night of rest and drinking some soup to protect the throat, it will fully recover.

His personal energy is also limited, and five hours of high-intensity live broadcasting is already his current limit, unless he is willing to follow the crowd, like everyone else, live broadcast for a while, and even ask others to help get votes for a while, the guild On the other hand, there are even special anchors arranged, who will come over to help canvass votes anytime and anywhere.

Chen Hao has no choice for the time being, it's not that he's crazy, it's that he feels that he has such a god-defying artifact like the system, if he still becomes mediocre and goes to live broadcast like others, then he will be the one who will be sorry first.In addition, he is enjoying the live broadcast very much now. He likes to button up the full screen 666, and the tourists in the live broadcast room give him a thumbs up. Today's several abilities are enough to ensure that he can get the same performance during the talent show. Publishing various songs, shouting works, chatting about mountains, can talk for hours, a small story, can be told for half an hour in his mouth, and you won’t feel that his story is mixed with nonsense...

The live broadcast lasted for four and a half hours on the second night, with a total of 150 million votes, and a total of more than 550 million votes, still ranked third. The front MC Xiaojing and Qihang were secretly relieved, thinking that the first day His strategy is correct, chasing after him, letting you Haozi know that your opponent is not weak, it is unrealistic to want to be as strong as the first day in the qualifiers, unless you are as strong as the first day for several days in a row, Otherwise, you don't want to end the game early, and the final result is still unknown.

In their eyes, Chen Hao has no successors. His family's consortium is not as scary as imagined. It must be aiming at the last day. In the middle of these days, it has entered a smooth transition period. Everyone relies on their ability to canvass votes, the best male newcomer The group is no longer the focus of the year, other groups are also engaged in battles one after another, and the fiercest battles are undoubtedly the female anchors of the 'husband group' who are the most unpredictable in this year's ceremony.

In the live broadcast room, the big brothers who have the name of the target are all talking loudly, trying to protect their own women, doing whatever they want, and first overwhelming the other party with arrogance.

In the annual competition, of course, there is no overwhelming advantage, that is, the mule is a horse that comes out for a walk. Let’s start brushing, if it’s okay, see you on the money, if you don’t, you will disappear automatically. There is no picture of you in this annual festival. You don’t need to find any reason. This is purely a money-burning rhythm. If you have money, go there, and if you don’t have money, shut up. In the future, your road to fun as a local tyrant should be low-key, you are not as rich as tourists boast .

(End of this chapter)