"I've greeted you. If you have anything to do, just ask Lao Gao, and if you have anything else, call me."
Bringing two stools over to Meng Fan, the actor Wang Yuanwai took the initiative to exchange contact information with Meng Fan, put his hands in his trouser pockets, but did not pull them out, and asked, "Over there at the city gate, can you return tomorrow?" Are you here?"
Seeing Meng Fan nodding his head, he left happily.
After walking a little further, he pulled out his hand from his trouser pocket, holding a few tickets, which he planned to give to Meng Fan after throwing the hydrangea.
"Brother Gao, please excuse me."
Meng Fan honestly said that he absolutely abides by the rules.
The tall and thin administrator smiled and nodded. Before leaving, he pointed to one of the stools, which seemed to be much stronger, and said, "You sit on this one, um...it's comfortable to sit on."
Under the shadow on the other side, the place where he sat was leaning against a small door. The small door was opened a crack, and the air conditioner drilled inside was not much cold, but it was enough to make him feel the duality of ice and fire in this hot day. The thrill of the day.
Get the easel ready, and hang a sketch that has been drawn on the stick that Brother Gao found. It is a cartoon head portrait of six important characters in a recent hit drama, just like a poster.
There are some words written below, the big ones are "exclusive cartoon avatar" and "free", the smaller ones are "student homework" and the conspicuous red reminder "During the live broadcast, please enter carefully".
I explained clearly what this stall does and why it does it, and there is also a live broadcast reminder, after all, some people don't like to be in the mirror.
Furthermore, Meng Fan was not quite sure whether his live broadcast was considered a commercial activity, so he still had to respect the right to portrait.
Then set up the Gopro-like live broadcast assistant, adjust the lens, and the picture given is an easel on the right and a stool in front of the left. When the time comes, tourists can also enter the mirror when sitting here.
Meng Fan didn't get into the mirror, at most he could see his hands and a little bit of his body.
After connecting to the live broadcast, he pulled the tall and thin administrator's specially ordered stool to the easel, and Meng Fan sat down. This was considered "opening business".
"call!"
The tall and thin administrator who was sitting by the small door, enjoying the slight air-conditioning, saw Meng Fan sit down, and sat still. The stool was fine, and let out a long breath, thanks to his wisdom.
After Meng Fan went live, he didn't post any messages in several groups.
He stared at the progress value of [Live Streamer] in his mind, and he could clearly see that it was increasing.
When the number of online users in the live broadcast room is 0, it will increase. From this, Meng Fan can be sure that these values are given by passing tourists, because they glanced at themselves who are live broadcasting.
I didn't pay attention when I was in the studio before, because there were not many people in the studio, and compared with the number of people online in the live broadcast room, the values displayed by the brush could not attract Meng Fan's attention at all.
It wasn't until this morning when the running was broadcast live that Meng Fan discovered something strange, and then made a guess, which was gradually confirmed.
After confirming again, Meng Fan dropped the message in the group.
Before that, someone had already entered the live broadcast room.
So far, more than 30,000 people have followed Meng Fan's live broadcast room. Coupled with the metaphysical attribute of presence, it is normal for people to come so quickly.
Not long after the message was lost in the group, the number of people online exceeded a thousand.
The title of the current live broadcast room is [Draw cartoon headshots for tourists in Songcheng today].
"What's the situation? It's so early in the morning!"
"Change place!"
"Look at the title, Fatty Meng is challenging the outdoors."
"Hahaha Boss Meng went out to set up a stall!"
Meng Fan kept in mind some details that needed to be paid attention to, and watched the barrage with his mobile phone. It was rare that he was not in the studio today, so he didn't need to suppress his voice, and said, "I don't have classes in the afternoon, so I came out to set up a stall and draw exclusive cartoon avatars for tourists for free."
He scanned the surrounding environment with the live broadcast assistant again, and then put it back to its original position.
"There are quite a lot of people, but it feels like no one is willing to paint for me."
"Hold on."
"Why does it feel like it's not open today?"
Meng Fan opened his mouth and said, in fact, only two minutes had passed, he was not in a hurry, watching all kinds of joyful complaints in the barrage, such as the anchor is ugly and no one dares to approach, he must be afraid that you are a liar, etc.
But it’s not right to always look at it like this. Meng Fan thought for a while: "How about telling you some cold jokes while waiting. It seems that other anchors do this."
The barrage is full of complaints that I didn't find that the anchor was actually a chatty type in the studio before.
"Isn't there always a typhoon this season? Let me ask you, how much money do you need to bring with you when there is a typhoon?"
After pausing for a while, Meng Fan didn't care whether there was an answer in the barrage, and continued: "Forty million. Typhoon day, if there is no forty million, don't go out." Pause again, give the time to react, Only then did the sentence change, "Typhoon days, if you don't have si, don't go out."
"Where did you see this sand sculpture cold joke anchor, hahaha."
"Hahaha, I thought of something similar—don't go out without an umbrella on a rainy day."
"666!"
Seeing that no one came, Meng Fan added another one: "A hunter shot at a fox, why did the hunter die?—Because it was a reflex arc."
Still no one came, Meng Fan was a little anxious, so he continued to joke: "Who has the flattest chest in Grimm's fairy tales? Little Red Riding Hood, because Little Red Riding Hood's grandma was eaten by wolves."
"Anchor, are you sure it's not grandma?"
"The original Grimm's fairy tales are French, and there are one word for grandma and grandma in French."
"Are you sure the one in front is French and not German?"
There must be a lot of people passing by here, and they noticed a lot of Meng Fan, but they mostly glanced at them when they passed by, and some came over, but they walked away without asking.
Meng Fan, who was telling bad jokes, was also quite cold in his heart. He asked himself that although he was fat, he was not greasy and had a cute naive look. Could it be that he was so untrustworthy
Looking at the time, Meng Fan knew that he was a little nervous.
The previous live broadcast was in the studio, which is a place I am familiar with. This time the live broadcast is outdoors, and it is not like the like dance on the city gate tower and then slipped away. This is to meet the "customer" group face to face.
Also, during the live broadcast, it is inevitable that someone will watch my drawing. It doesn't matter if Meng Fan is through the screen, but standing next to or behind me, I feel a little uncomfortable thinking about it.
Nervous enough to overcome.
Don't worry, just wait.
At least for half an hour, you have to be reserved and don't shout.
It's too pitiful to shout for free!
Meng Fan continued to tell bad jokes.
"Show Show, Wilber Pan, and JJ Lin went out together, but there was only one bicycle, who rode it? - Show Show, because of Peppa Pig."
"Show Show, Wilber Pan, and JJ Lin started a fight, may I ask, who lost? - Wilber Pan, because meager strength is not enough."
"The three of them were thrown on a deserted island because of a fight. May I ask who survived? - He who knows food is Junjie."
Meng Fan told six bad jokes about the three of them at once, and the live broadcast room was full of barrages begging to let them go and why they were so busy, and suddenly, it was replaced by—
"Beautiful lady!"
"Here, here, finally here comes a person who is willing to be painted!"
"Still a beauty!"
"Boss Meng, pick up the guests!"
"Thank you little sister for saving Wilber Pan, Luo Zhixiang and Lin Junjie! If you don't come again, the three of them may be thrown somewhere."
Meng Fan's eyes lit up at this time, and finally one came.
"Draw me a picture."
The pretty young lady smiled and said to Meng Fan, without asking if it was really free.
"Okay, sit down... why are you? Why are you here?"
Meng Fan glanced at it several times, and it always seemed familiar. After a closer look, he recognized who it was, and it wasn't Miss Gao from the city gate.
As for how hard it was to recognize her, it wasn't because Meng Fan was blind, but because there was a big difference between Miss Gao's ancient and modern clothes.
Ma Xiaochun, who had changed his outfit and makeup, said, "I'm off work, and I happened to pass by and saw it."
"Oh." Meng Fan nodded, "Didn't I draw a picture for you?"
"The one you drew for me is Miss Gao, not me." Ma Xiaochun had no hope of Meng Fan's ability to chat with girls, "Besides, you're sitting alone with no one, it's pitiful, I Give you a show. If you don't thank me, why do you still feel a little unwilling to paint for me?"
"No no."
Meng Fan waved his hands again and again, looking at Miss Gao who sat down with a smile, feeling a little puzzled.
You have to pay "thank you" for free paintings, women really don't make sense.