Dressed as a villain’s own mother, I became a popular child variety show by relying on sand sculptur

There was even a prize event in the deserted live broadcast room. If your purchases reached a certain level, you would get corresponding prizes.

The money for the prizes came from Leng Qingqing's own pocket.

Although it cost a certain amount of prizes, the results were very gratifying.

When the other live broadcast room staff received the news from their headsets and group chats that all the inventory in the deserted live broadcast room was sold out, they were undoubtedly very shocked.

But then, this shock quickly disappeared.

It's her, it's normal.

The fan activity is so high, if each fan buys one bag, the results will probably be similar.

Although Leng Qingqing is not as many as the top-tier fans of 80 to 90 million and close to 100 million, its activity level is astonishing, with active fans accounting for almost 80% of the total.

Among celebrities, this ratio is staggering.

The number of fans is a standard that represents a star's influence on the public and fashion. Some time ago, an actor born in the 70s who was very popular in the past cried on a show about how she was rejected from an audition.

In auditions, elimination is very common.

But this actress born in the 70s said that the reason why she was dismissed was not because of her acting skills, but because the number of Weibo followers did not meet the standard, so she was replaced by a junior.

Although this incident briefly caused a stir on the Internet, with people denouncing such standards, no changes were made to the results.

Once the task is completed, the live broadcast can end.

Jiang Mingzhu raised her wrist and looked at the time. She found that it was still early for the task to end given by the director, and she couldn't help but feel a little wonderful.

If I guessed correctly, I should be the first person to broadcast it.

She sat on her seat, stretched her body, and in a blink of an eye, she looked into a pair of dark eyes that resembled cat's eyes.

The little guy was stunned for a moment and immediately lowered his head, as if he was afraid of her.

Jiang Mingzhu is a little unhappy. What is this? Does she look scary?

Why did he turn his head when he saw her, but when he saw the deserted scene, he smiled so worthlessly!

Thinking of this, Jiang Mingzhu's psychology became slightly unbalanced.

Even the children prefer the deserted side.

You know, Ye Fei is on his side.

Jiang Mingzhu would never allow someone to stab her in the back.

"Little Carrot Head, why do you hide when you see me? Don't you like me?"

Jiang Mingzhu crossed her arms and asked condescendingly, with a faint smile on her pretty face.

The pressure on his face made Ye Fei clenched his teeth subconsciously, and he quickly shook his head: "No."

The two little hands were already twisted together. very nervous.

From Ye Fei's point of view, the face in front of him was certainly delicate and beautiful, but the pair of full almond eyes staring at him gradually turned into the eyes of a snake.

Ye Fei thought about the scene when he and the dean went out to pick wild vegetables and used branches to open up a patch of weeds, only to encounter a snake.

Snakes are cold-blooded animals.

The snake's body was covered with complicated and winding red patterns. It was beautiful, but also scary.

Just like Jiang Mingzhu at this moment, he unabashedly released the signal of attack. His scarlet core was spit out, exposed to the cold air, and his fangs tempered with cold light seemed to give him a fatal blow at any time.

Ye Fei didn't dare to look at her, he lowered his head, his whole body was tense and his hair stood on end.

Ye Fei has always been a very sensitive child. He didn't understand why, starting from that second just now, the aura on his sister's body suddenly changed.

It became scary.

Ye Fei didn't raise his head or look at her no matter what, which made Jiang Mingzhu feel very boring.

Look at this hopeless look.

Jiang Mingzhu sneered.

She stood up and looked around: "I'm going out for a while, you don't have to follow me."

It's an order, not a consultation.

The staff all looked at their boss, PD, who nodded to everyone, and everyone lowered their heads again and continued their work.

As soon as Jiang Mingzhu stepped out of the door, Jiang Baoyu stood up and glanced at the PD: "I'll go too."

The Jiang brothers and sisters all ran out to get some fresh air. It was obviously not a good time to open the live broadcast room at this time.

The staff member was debugging the equipment. He glanced outside and curled his lips when he saw the two people's backs gradually leaving.

"Pd, why are they like this? They have such a bad temper and don't respect people at all."

Someone started this, and the others raised their eyes and echoed a few words.

"Yes, shouldn't young gentlemen with rich families be more educated than us ordinary people?"

"The filter for rich people is broken. Oops."

"Forget it, forget it, who said we are part-time workers?"

"They don't even care about the director, so why would they care about us little guys? Just do your job well, don't think about the things that are there or not."

pd agreed with the staff member in the corner.

"That's right. We just need to do our job well. Other things are not ours to control. In the future, don't talk about others behind their backs. Do you understand?"

At the end of the sentence, PD's tone became harsh.

The program team has recently recruited a group of people. Many strange faces walk around every day. Who knows who they are.

Misfortune comes from the mouth. There are reasons why the show is so popular, but some people will also take advantage of it. Uncertain factors are often around us.

This is for their own good.

Just let others do the little things that don't matter.

No one said anything else, they just said hello.

In a corner where no one was paying attention, Hu Tu seemed to be staring at the camera intently, the smile at the corner of his mouth did not change, but the hand holding the phone silently pressed a certain button.

Once a person has the mentality of holding back his grievances and resentments, he will only become more and more uncomfortable if he doesn't speak out, and he is eager to find an outlet.

Two close friends in Jiang Mingzhu's group, Xiao A and Xiao B, asked the PD for leave to go out to solve physical problems.

The two of them came to the dead tree outside the brigade yard, lit a cigarette for each other, held it in their hands and smoked it. The scarlet light spots were clearly extinguished in the dark snowy night.

Xiao Yi sighed: "Hey, tell me, why are people so different? The two brothers Jiang Mingzhu and Jiang Baoyu have such a good life."

Xiao Jia sneered: "I'm not envious. What's there to envy? He's so disrespectful and his eyes reach to the ceiling."

Xiao Yi looked up at the sky: "When will I be as confident as them?"

Staff member Xiao A: "I have a mother, do you have one?"

Xiao Yi: "???How can you talk if you are not the one? Why do I have no mother?"

Xiao Jia then realized that he had said the wrong thing and quickly apologized: "I, I, I really didn't mean that. I just wanted to say that you don't have a rich mother like them, so you should save money in this life and give birth to a good child in the next life." , maybe there is still a chance.”

"..." Xiao Yi said angrily: "Get out!"