The God of Wealth is crazy! [Entertainment]

After Lin Qian returned home from Yin Yue, he told Lin Jin what happened today.

Lin Jin immediately registered a Weibo account and followed him.

Chen Chen, Lin Qian's agent, was worried, so he called Lin Qian again and said, "Come to the company after class tomorrow."

"Okay." Lin Qian said while clutching the fifty cents in his hand.

He looked at his Weibo account, which originally had more than 1 zombie fans, but now it has become [-] fans.

He was thinking, how much money would these people have if they all became his diehard fans...

He took a photo of the fifty cents in his hand and replaced the avatar that was originally his selfie.

In the future, every time he earns a little more money, he will change his avatar.

This is also a goal that motivates him.

Lin Qian knew that he was influencing his fans now, turning them into his die-hard fans.

His understanding is to conquer them with the charm of God of Wealth.

Lin Qian thought for a while. Now he can't sing or dance... He has learned a part of acting, but he hasn't learned it well.

His manager is very smart, he accepts variety shows for him, and if he performs well in variety shows, he can attract fans.

Yin Yue said with a smile: "You go to a variety show, as long as you sit there and don't move, you can attract fans."

Lin Qian twitched the corners of his mouth at Yin Yue expressionlessly in response.

His clay figures could stand still, but he himself could not.

Lin Qian, who originally planned to post something on Weibo, stopped. When he has the capital to show off in the future, he will post it again. That would be good.

He believes that he will definitely wait for his diehard fans.

The next day, Lin Qian finished class and went to the company according to Chen Chen's words. Chen Chen asked him, "How is your relationship with Yin Yue?"

"Average." Lin Qian said softly.

Yin Yue was his friend, he didn't want to rely on Yin Yue all the time, so he could only tell Chen Chen that they had this kind of relationship.

"Then you should develop a good relationship with him. Yin Yue also borrowed "A Gentleman Loves Money." Chen Chen said with a smile, "You can ask him to take care of you on the show."

"A gentleman loves money?" Lin Qian said.

"The variety show I picked up for you will start filming in a while."

Gentlemen love fortune, in a proper way.

They had this word at that time.

Lin Qian couldn't help laughing, this is the inheritance of culture, it's great to be able to pass it on.

Lin Qian had an inexplicable liking for this show, and he thought it would be particularly good.

"Yin Yue picked it up, who else picked it up?" Lin Qian asked.

Chen Chen said: "There are host Xia Qiao, singer Jiang Fan... There is still a spot, not sure."

Lin Qian nodded, ready to go back to Baidu, Xia Qiao and Jiang Fan, to see who they were.

Only by knowing ourselves and the enemy can we cooperate better with each other.

Lin Qian said softly: "Well, Weibo...is it okay not to post anything?"

The God of Wealth couldn't play Weibo well, and was afraid of being embarrassed, so he could only choose not to post anything.

Chen Chen looked at him unexpectedly and said, "Lin Qian, your popularity is all on Weibo, and it's only a little bit of popularity. If you don't keep it up, it will soon be lost."

It means that if he doesn't post on Weibo to gain a sense of presence, he doesn't even have fifty cents.

Lin Qian was silent for a while, gripped the fifty-cent coin tightly, and chose to give in.

"Okay, I'll distribute something when I get back." Lin Qian said with difficulty.

Chen Chen didn't notice the expression on Lin Qian's face, so he responded casually, so she didn't expect Lin Qian to climb up the hot search again later.

Lin Qian thought about it at home. When he was in the heavens, the gods were all arty, so all of them were good at drawing and calligraphy.

Speaking of verses, they are also eloquent and have a beautiful artistic conception.

But this was an era of vernacular Chinese, Lin Qian didn't like to talk, and his ability to compose poetry was average, so he just painted.

He called Yin Yue and said, "How did you do the live broadcast last time?"

"Register a live broadcast with your mobile phone, share it on your Weibo, and your fans can watch it." Yin Yue said.

"understood."

Yin became more interested and asked, "Do you want to start a live broadcast?"

"En." Lin Qian said softly.

He followed the steps Yin Yue gave and shared it on Weibo.

He didn't know much about how the live broadcast platform worked, so he put his phone aside and started drawing.

There are pens, ink, paper and inkstones in his room, which should have been prepared by him before.

Lin Qian chose the study as the live broadcast platform. It was just after [-] o'clock in the evening, and everyone had finished eating and had nothing to do, looking for something to entertain.

After Fu Yan finished filming, he gave himself a few days off. He followed Lin Qian's Weibo with his trumpet, and when he saw Lin Qian's live broadcast, he entered Lin Qian's live broadcast room.

Lin Qian was drawing a picture of their time and space very seriously.

What he painted was the picture of people scrambling to offer incense to the God of Wealth. He first outlined the background with a few strokes, and then slowly began to draw the figures.

He didn't notice that the number of people in his live broadcast room had reached [-].

The comment area is all: big touch!

Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa...

The little brother who can draw is so handsome...

Lin Qian didn't think of it until he finished painting. He couldn't just paint like this hard, and he had to interact with fans.

This will make him appear more approachable.

The God of Wealth is a down-to-earth existence, and must be approachable.

When Lin Qian saw the live broadcast page, Fu Yan was amazed at Lin Qian's painting skills. When he saw someone giving him gifts, he couldn't help but brush some gifts for Lin Qian himself.

"Thank you for the flowers."

Lin Qian said softly, he remembered how Yin Yue thanked his fans in this way.

But he didn't seem to be smiling. Yin Yue burst into laughter when he saw the gift, and his fans became more motivated, and Lin Qian forced a smile.

Seeing Lin Qian smiling, Fu Yan swiped again.

"Thank you for the diamonds you paid."

"Thank you Yueyue for the yacht."

"Thank you for the roses that Fufu sent..."

Lin Qian worried when he saw the two people whose ids were "Fu Fu" and "Yue Yue". These two people delivered the goods too fast, and he couldn't keep up with their speed, so he had to say to the phone: "Fu Fu and Yue Yue Go slower than the two of you, I can't keep up..."

Fu Yan laughed out loud, and thoughtfully did not continue to swipe.

Yin Yue also stopped, watching Lin Qian draw with peace of mind.

The other fans who watched were addicted and frantically swiped for gifts, just for Lin Qian to occasionally stop, see their id, and say thank you.

Lin Qian returned to his painting again, concentrating on the painting, recalling the grand occasion of the Temple of the God of Wealth, he wanted to draw it down, and let the people here have a look, the God of Wealth, was popular back then.

Even if he is out of breath now, the God of Wealth cannot be underestimated.

Maybe he will be popular again in the future?

Lin Qian didn't care about the live broadcast anymore. What he wanted to paint was his state of mind. He was already completely immersed in the pictures he created.

Fu Yan looked at Lin Qian's painting, and thought of a word, his eyes were picturesque.

If Lin Qian was wearing an ancient costume and standing there, he would definitely be able to enter the picture he painted.

Fu Yan flipped through the Junzi's Aicai contract on the coffee table again, and called his manager: "I've decided to accept the variety show of Junzi's Aicai, so don't persuade me."

No one can change what he decides.

After Lin Qian finished painting, he finally wrote the words "Temple of Fortune" on the plaque of the Temple of Fortune. Looking at those three words, he felt at ease.

Lin Qian fixed the painting and waited for Mogan. He took this time to interact with his fans.

"Thank you Banyan for the flowers."

"Thank you Yiran Xueluo for the rose..."

Fu Yan couldn't help but post a comment and asked Lin Qian: "Why did you draw the Temple of Wealth?"

Finally someone wanted to pay attention to the God of Wealth. Lin Qian was so excited, he said, "Because the God of Wealth can make people rich..."

"Do you want to get rich?" Fu Yan still didn't send it out, because Lin Qian's status is different now. If Lin Qian becomes popular in the future, Lin Qian's answer may become the reason for black fans to attack him.

Lin Qian didn't seem like someone who would tell lies, so his answer must be yes.

Fu Yan didn't expect that he didn't ask, but someone else asked, and Lin Qian returned this question.

"Because the God of Wealth can make everyone rich, I hope everyone can get rich." Lin Qian said from the bottom of his heart.

Yes, the God of Wealth can make you rich, so believe in the God of Wealth.

The God of Wealth has lost his memory...

Fu Yan laughed again, Lin Qian's answer was really funny, he praised him, and also praised all the netizens.

He saw a lot of comments about Lin Qian turning fans in the comment area. At first, he was afraid that Lin Qian was too straightforward and not suitable for the entertainment industry.

It looks fine now.

Lin Qian continued to talk to fans: "The God of Wealth is not ugly, it's just a clay sculpture..."

Lin Qian looked at the "so handsome" posted by the fans, and couldn't help but want to ask them, since they said he was handsome, why did they still call the God of Wealth ugly.

God of Wealth is not ugly at all.

When Lin Qian's painting was dry, he moved the camera to the painting so that everyone could see his painting clearly.

Towards the end, Lin Qian was asked by the fans to make a gesture of touching his head. Lin Qian refused, but held his fifty cents in his hand and said, "Gong Xi Fa Cai."

Not only for him, but also for the people here.

Lin Qian climbed up the trending search again. He didn't expect that what he was praised this time was not his paintings, but that he pointed at fifty cents and said Gong Xi Fa Cai to everyone.

Who wants to make a fortune of only fifty cents?

To get rich, naturally the more the better.

There are only those who feel less money, and no one who dislikes more money.

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