Chapter 112 My Fight, My Home

One million and three hundred thousand.

This is Chen Hao’s income on the first day of the annual competition.

Twelve million.

This is Chen Hao’s fan attention since the show started.

Three hundred and fifty thousand.

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

Two million seven hundred thousand.

This is the current total commission amount of Chen Hao Lele’s backstage.

One thousand two hundred and thirty-one.

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

seventy three.

Ye Zi formed a wealthy fan group that Chen Er helped manage. The threshold was not low, and they could buy gifts worth 10,000 yuan a month.

The results were outstanding. When these data were listed in Chen Hao's mind, he himself was shocked. He put on some clothes, 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 peaceful state of mind could last. With so much money and such a successful career, in his heart There has always been an impulse that he has always suppressed, which is to withdraw all the commissions from the backstage and spend them.

"Let's go for a run. It's boring to run on the treadmill all the time." Chen Gang walked out of the main room: "My uncle said he wanted to drink some wine. My aunt is preparing it. Come back after a lap and drink some. You can also have a good rest." Are you tired from such an intense live broadcast?"

"It's okay." Chen Hao threw away the cigarette, zipped up his clothes, and signaled to Chen Gang that he could set off. Two figures walked towards the top of the hill in the distance on the village road where no one came out to hang out after ten o'clock. When you run and breathe, a breath of cold wind blows in. You can't say whether it's refreshing or painful. In short, it's very enjoyable.

On the way back, Chen Hao sprinted all the way back. After entering the yard, he put his hands on his knees and breathed heavily. He felt the dampness in his clothes. The sweat on his scalp met with the snowflakes, and the cold air flowed along. The scalp stimulated his brain and made him feel extra energetic. He smiled at Chen Gang and returned to the house to get a set of clothes and take a shower.

On the Kang, several side dishes were placed. The big goose stewed with pickled cabbage for dinner was reheated. Chen Yuanping opened a bottle of Maotai, poured it into a wine pot, and was warming it with hot water. Chen Er and Meng Feifei were sitting cross-legged. On the Kang, Qiao Xinmei and Chen Yu were using spoons to scoop out the watermelon piece by piece, put it on a plate, and put it on the table.

In the past, the Chen family would not be so extravagant to eat watermelon in the winter. In summer, they could eat as much as they wanted for a few dollars each, and with well water, it would be enjoyable. Now eating watermelon means eating An out-of-season.

"Come on, drink some today. I didn't know what the live broadcast was until today. I must be exhausted. Come on, let's have a drink."

Chen Yuanping was telling the truth. He just realized today that being a host is so difficult. He felt tired after watching his son live broadcast for more than four hours. He must be tired when he sings so many songs and wastes his voice canvassing votes. broken.

As a family, let's raise a glass and have a drink together. This is the reason why Chen Er didn't squat on the floor to eat. He wanted to drink some wine with everyone.

"Dad, Erzi and Feifei are also exhausted, especially Erzi. He has to handle all the miscellaneous things in the entire live broadcast room. He is definitely a great contributor. Brother, do you have to give Erzi a toast?" Chen Yu was very happy today. I worked hard as a field controller for a day and was exhausted. I know how difficult this job is because I have done it before, and I admire Chen Er even more for being able to shoulder all the trivial matters in the live broadcast room.

Chen Er wanted to stand up. Chen Hao pressed his shoulder with his hand and raised his wine glass: "Er son, let's not talk more between brothers. Come on, let's have a drink."

"Hey." Chen Er smiled, raised his glass, touched it with Chen Hao, and drank it all in one gulp.

Chen Hao poured another glass, raised it, and said to Meng Feifei: "Feifei, you have worked hard too. Everyone is helping me. Just think about it when you and my sister are fine. 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 with his hand: "I guarantee that you will be satisfied. It has to be in May or June next year anyway. Let's think about it first and see how much money I make."

Chen Yu was deliberately surprised and said: "How about going to Sanya? Brother, don't worry, my sister will support you unconditionally and win the year."

Qiao Xinmei smiled and said to Chen Yu who crawled back to her seat from behind: "You girl, you will go to work after the new year, and you are still thinking about having fun. Look at your brother..."

Chen Yu quickly raised his hands: "I surrender, can't I surrender? Outside, I am already the most mysterious and invincible 'other people's child' in everyone's mouth, 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. The "other people's children" meme is now known to everyone. If any family in the ten miles and eight villages educates their children, they will definitely blame Chen Hao. This is not the most important thing about this meme. What's awesome is that you know, just a few months ago, anyone who wanted to educate their children would use Chen Hao as a negative example.

This inversion makes me laugh when I think about it.

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

"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 lived in the city. They lived in a building and only had to walk to and from get off work for five minutes. Whether it was clothing or expenses, he could not compare with that.

Now, it is Meng Feifei who envies Chen Yu. Not to mention all the external things, just the fact that Chen Hao is her younger brother makes Meng Feifei jealous beyond words. Now Haozi is not like a few days ago. He is already a The serious Internet celebrity has become a celebrity, and many young nurses in the unit are fawning over Chen Yu, hoping that Chen Yu can ask her brother out, even if Chen Hao goes to the hospital to find her once.

If it weren't for the fierce competition in the annual competition, I believe Chen Yu would have done it long ago. In this way, she is destined to be the one who holds her head high among a group of young nurses of similar age in the unit.

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The annual competition is broadcast live twice a day, each for three or four hours. This is the standard configuration of most anchors. Some are even more ruthless and live broadcast for more than ten hours a day. The most ruthless one is the twenty-four invented by some big anchors last year. Live broadcast for an hour, just sleep in the screen, or simply find someone who looks somewhat similar to you, have the same hairstyle, and wear sunglasses, so that you feel like you are alone, sitting in front of the computer, with a microphone connected next to you. A small anchor canvassing votes. As long as you enter the live broadcast room all day long, you can hear music with a very strong rhythm.

Then, there was this sound.

"Brothers, rush for me."

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

"Brothers, the free votes in your hands are cast first. You click on the package column and the last page..."

"Don't stop, everyone. The public screen in the middle will also show one or two pictures."

"There are still XX million votes left. With everyone's hard work, we can catch up to XX million votes."

Qingtian is one of the most special groups, and there are only a few anchors like her.

Chen Hao was okay on the first day. He broadcast live for more than four hours, which was not a lot. However, he did not live broadcast during the day on the second day. He only started broadcasting at 6 o'clock in the evening as usual. This was criticized by many people, saying that he was drifting. Some people say that he is a wealthy person in the live broadcast room and he is good at licking. Some people say that he is pretending to be a big-tailed wolf. Some people say that he will definitely suffer a loss if he pretends to be a big brother...

There is everything. Chen Hao doesn't want to explain it. He only knows that if he wants to maintain a good state every day and be able to perform his talents at his best for everyone, then the daily live broadcast should not exceed five hours. Among them are The throat will not be affected for four hours. For the remaining one hour, if the talent is less, the fatigue of the throat will not be very high. After a night's rest and drinking some throat-protecting soup, it will be completely restored.

His personal energy is also limited. Five hours of high-intensity live broadcast is already his current limit. Unless he is willing to follow the crowd, just like everyone else, live broadcast for a while, Lian Mai and let others help to attract votes for a while, the guild They have even arranged a special anchor to come over and help canvass votes whenever and wherever needed.

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 heaven-defying artifact like the system. If he is still reduced to mediocrity and broadcasts like others, then the first person he will be sorry for is himself. Furthermore, he now enjoys the live broadcast very much. He likes to fill up the screen with 666 clicks, and he likes the tourists in the live broadcast room to give him thumbs up. His several abilities now are enough to ensure that he can get different things during the talent show. He can produce various songs, shout out works, and talk about mountains and rivers for several hours. He can tell a short story for half an hour without making you think that his stories are mixed with nonsense...

The second night of the live broadcast for four and a half hours, a total of 1.5 million votes were canvassed, and the total votes were more than 5.5 million. They still ranked third. The MCs Xiaojing and Qihang in front were secretly relieved. He said that he thought his strategy on the first day was correct, and pursued him relentlessly to let you, Haozi, know that your opponent is not weak. It is simply unrealistic to have a wave like that in the qualifiers, unless you play for several days in a row. If you are as strong as the first day, you won’t be able to end the game early. The final result is still unknown.

In their eyes, Chen Hao has no power to succeed. His family's consortium is not as scary as imagined. It must be aiming at the last day. In the past few days, it has entered a stable transition period. Everyone relies on their ability to canvass votes for the best male newcomer. The group is no longer the focus of the year. Other groups are also starting to fight one after another. The fiercest battles are undoubtedly the female anchors of the 'husband group' whose outcome is the most unpredictable in this annual ceremony.

In the live broadcast room, the tycoon and rich man who has the reputation of being a virgin are all talking boldly, trying to protect their women, no matter how much money they have, and overpowering the other party with their momentum first.

In the annual competition, of course, there is no overwhelming advantage. That is, the mule is pulled out by the horse for a walk. Let's go for it. If it works, we will see the money. If not, you will disappear automatically. There will be no picture of you in this annual ceremony. There is no need to find any excuse, this is purely a money-burning rhythm. If you have money, go on, and if you don’t have money, shut up. In the future, you will have a low-key life as a wealthy person. You are not as rich as tourists brag about. .