Ancestor, I was going through a tribulation, but I was accidentally exposed on the live broadcast!

???

This person has been busy with emotions for a long time, but he is not a fan of An Yan, but a die-hard follower of the ancestor.

An Yan laughed "hehe" and turned to look at An Wu with some embarrassment, "Old Ancestor, this person who helped me said he is your fan. Can I want your autograph?"

Before Anwu could answer, the fans exploded.

{No, I can't agree. Ancestor's signature is worth thousands of gold. You have the nerve to ask for the signature just for doing such a small favor. We don't agree. ｝

{Disagree +1}

{No, I’m jealous, and I don’t agree with it either. You can’t have what I don’t have! ! ｝

{The Ancestor belongs to all of us, so I have a way to top the hot search, but I don’t allow you to own it! ｝

{Don’t make trouble, it’s easy for me to get an autograph with great difficulty. I, please, I’ll give you a red envelope, okay? ｝

Zhu Zheng's heart was aroused. He finally plucked up the courage to speak, but these little bastards had to follow him and make noise.

{Luanluoluo, come and bite me if you don’t accept it. Anyway, I just don’t agree. ｝

{Hahaha, the ancestor is everyone’s treasure, sacred and inviolable! ｝

Zhu Zheng's face was very ugly. Look at all the nonsense these people told to prevent him from getting an autograph. How could he be involved in infringement if he wanted an autograph? Who did he violate?

"Okay, everyone, please stop making trouble. Anyway, I'm very grateful for everyone's support for this matter!" An Yan smoothed things over with a smile, "Let's do this, I'll give everyone my autograph, everyone has a share, okay. ?”

{Ah, Yanyan, there are so many people, everyone has a share, why don’t you waste your hand? ｝

{That’s right, for the sake of your health, I don’t want your signature.}

{Well, I will automatically abstain from voting,}

{I want it. How can I not want a beautiful woman’s autograph? ｝

{That, that I still want the ancestor’s signature. ｝

{Well, can I be honest? I agree with the point above. ｝

An Yan stared angrily at the comments on the screen. What's wrong with these people? They are spoiled, right? What's wrong with her signature? Don’t even want it! ! !

It’s too much, it’s too much! !

An Wu looked at An Yan's pouted look in amusement. He thought for a while, took out a blank piece of paper from the space, waved it a few times, and wrote the word "福".

Then he muttered words, and everyone saw a flash of white light in front of their eyes, and a large stack of identical papers immediately appeared.

{Huh? What is this? ｝

{Mom, ancestor is like a copy machine? So many identical pieces of paper appeared in just the blink of an eye? ? ｝

{You overestimate the copier. My copier cannot make so many copies in half an hour! ｝

{Ancestor, are these all going to be given to us? ｝

{I think it must be, otherwise what would he do with so many? ｝

"Hang these words 'Fu' up, and those who are destined to get them will get them." An Wu turned to An Yan and explained that it was impossible for these people to ask for his signature, and his name could not be written to others casually. .

But it is still possible to write a blessing for them. Although these "blessing" characters are created by magic, they still have the effect of praying. Posting them in the room or carrying them on the body will have a good effect.

"Okay, old man."

An Yan nodded. Her fans liked these talismans very much and they would be gone in a blink of an eye.

She thought for a while, specially picked out the first one written by her ancestor, and put it aside alone, thinking that after the live broadcast was over, she would mail it to Zhu Zheng alone. After all, he had indeed done her a big favor.

An Yan casually hung up the remaining talisman papers for 1000 each. This price was already very cheap compared to the talisman papers that the ancestor had used before. This time, it was mainly to give back to everyone, which was a small gesture.

{Quick, quick, stop talking, hurry up and get in the car. ｝

{I want it, I want it, don’t grab it from me, I didn’t get it last time! ｝

{Wait a minute, I'll find my electric fascia gun. ｝

{Me too, please give me a moment. ｝

Although the ancestor said that it was just a baubles for blessings and did not have much effect, everyone was still enthusiastic, as if they were crazy, hurriedly posing and waiting for An Yan to put the product on the shelves.

Sure enough, An Yan had just put the product on the shelves one second, but it was sold out the next second.

An Yan: "..."

Please respect the fruits of her labor. Her hand is still on this interface and hasn't exited yet. Why is it gone?

Fans who didn't catch it began to scroll their screens furiously.

{Anchor, ask the ancestor to give you some more. }

{Ah ah ah, I didn’t grab it either. }

{Anchor, I want it too, I want it too. }

An Yan quickly browsed everyone's comments, and then took a look at the live broadcast time in the upper left corner.

"Okay, today's live broadcast has been long enough, let's stop here."

After saying that, she stopped giving everyone a chance to react and turned off the live broadcast with a snap.

"Hey, I didn't grab it either." Zhu Zheng said to himself with some disappointment while holding the phone.

At this moment, a private message suddenly popped up on his phone.

[You send me your address, and I will send you the first letter of blessing written by the original poster. 】

"Hahahahaha, great!"

Zhu Zheng's face was flushed with excitement. He thought the situation was all doomed, but unexpectedly it turned out to be a bright future.

He quickly sent his address with trembling hands, fearing that An Yan would regret it if it was too late.

On the other side, Brother Lin also received the news at this time, "Mr. Lin, the matter you asked me to investigate has come to fruition."

"Say it!"

"Mr. Chen didn't lie. That means that it was indeed Zhu Zheng himself who gave the order to hang it up again because he is a fan of that ancestor!"

"Fans?" Brother Lin repeated doubtfully. He had also heard about Mr. Zhu, and he was also a very playful young man. How could he suddenly become a fan of an old Taoist priest?

"Yes, I checked all the videos about that ancestor on the Internet..."

The person on the other end of the phone paused for a moment, as if he was thinking about the right words to use.

"How is it?" Brother Lin couldn't help but urge.

"After appraisal by our professionals, all the videos are authentic and there are no traces of PS editing." The person on the other end of the phone seemed very surprised.

Brother Lin squinted his eyes and glanced at Yingying calmly, if all those videos were true.

So, this ancestor’s ability is not small!

If he said that, he could only stop this matter. This kind of miraculous person with real abilities was not something that a small businessman like him could afford to offend.

Yingying looked at his strange eyes, and a bad feeling suddenly came to her heart.

"What, what's wrong?" Why are you looking at her with such a strange look?