This time the mini-boss showed up a little late. About half an hour later, he rang Ji Zhiyi's doorbell while carrying a two-layer bamboo cage.
Ji Zhiyi welcomed him in and watched him put the steamer on the table. Even though she was still standing behind him, she could already smell the fragrance of noodles in the air, with a hint of freshness from bamboo in the air.
Opening the lid, white steam rose instantly, and several white-flavored and delicate-looking buns emerged from the mist. The fragrance also multiplied and jumped into her nose.
The size is between Xiao Long Bao and ordinary steamed buns, with neat closing and every fold is almost the same. There are six of them in one drawer.
They are all piping hot, and just one look at them will make you want to eat them. I ordered some soup around the edge of the mouth. It doesn't look the same even with a rough sweep.
Ji Zhiyi took one casually, picked it up carefully with his fingers, and took a careful bite while gasping at the heat.
The juice is mixed in the trap, and the taste is stronger than expected. It explodes on the taste buds. White hot air is puffed in the mouth. It feels like the whole life is about to be complete.
Ji Zhiyi glared and nodded towards the little boss.
The little boss shook the towel he used to pad his hands and said, "It's all made from leftovers. I won't charge you this time."
"Wait!" Ji Zhiyi raised his hand to cover his mouth, "I have so much, I can't finish it."
Little boss: "You can have it for tomorrow's breakfast. Send it down when you're done."
Ji Zhiyi thought for a while and asked, "Do you listen to music?"
The little boss hesitated for a moment and said, "I've heard of it."
Ji Zhiyi: "..."
You must have heard it before. Living in human society, even if you are passive, you have to listen to a lot of songs.
Ji Zhiyi asked: "My new song is out. If you have time, can you listen to it again?"
Little boss: "Oh, congratulations."
He knew that Ji Zhiyi stayed locked at home all day just to write songs. It seems that after all these years, the difficult childbirth is finally over.
He decided to call it Nezha No. 1.
Ji Zhiyi didn't want to play and sing by himself, after all, the effect was not good. She went to play the demo she had recorded before and played it on the stereo.
The little boss had heard it before, and he was still very serious the second time.
After the accompaniment finished playing, Ji Zhiyi pressed pause and asked: "Boss, what do you think?"
The young boss had a constipated look on his face, as if he was trying to hold back some profound descriptions. But he really has no research on the field of music, and after searching over and over again, he couldn't find any flattering words that were high-level and not easy to reveal.
Ji Zhiyi felt that he was making things difficult for him.
"Good, passable, average, rubbish. Which one?"
The little boss nodded vigorously and affirmed: "It sounds very good!"
Ji Zhiyi smiled and said, "Thank you."
Ji Zhiyi lowered his head and checked whether there was a reply on the website.
It was a little quiet in the living room.
The little boss thought hard for a long time and felt that it was his turn to speak now. If he didn't speak, the situation would be ruined.
He asked: "Do you want to be an artist? What is that called, a trainee? An audition? Or something?"
Ji Zhiyi said: "If that doesn't work, you can also start as an internet celebrity."
"How do you make an Internet celebrity?" the young boss said, "Looking for a marketing company? Buy data, buy exposure, create Internet celebrities? But they can't make music, and the contract is very harsh."
This kind of music usually does not have high-quality equipment and teams, and only relies on software to adjust the sound until you can't even hear your own voice.
Musicians with high standards would probably disagree with this way of operating.
Ji Zhiyi put the box back and said, "Yes. First try to attract traffic online and refresh the ranking of new songs. Once you get into the agent's sight, then start looking for a formal entertainment company to sign a contract."
"There are some anchors who like to dig out passers-by. You can go and stay in their live broadcast rooms." Ji Zhiyi thought for a while and said, "For example, 'Qu Li Mo's fate'."
Singers are not like actors, who have barely made a comeback after spending most of their time in the music industry. On the contrary, internet celebrities have developed better than ordinary singers. Some singers have even begun to rely on their popularity to become Internet celebrities.
And she remembered that there were several powerful singers who all started out in Yuanfen’s live broadcast room. Fate is played live on demand, without any editing. In the strong contrast of the various passers-by crying and howling, the superb singers are very popular.
"In this way..." The little boss thought for a moment and nodded secretly.
He straightened his back and said seriously: "I understand."
Ji Zhiyi didn't know why. She didn't seem to say anything. What did he know
"Que Li Mo's fate" is a very popular internet celebrity. It has been more than ten years since I created the account. He has been the No. 1 brother for more than ten years and is the most special existence in the Internet celebrity circle.
He is indeed powerful. I regard live broadcasting and posting videos as my career, and I have been working hard on it. I almost never ask for leave, and I always check in on time. Even if there are advertisements or announcements, they will be updated with inventory. He is called a wealthy man by his fans.
Anyone with a discerning eye can see that he really likes this industry, and his enthusiasm for live broadcasts is also a major reason why he attracts fans.
In order to maintain popularity, Yuan Yuan has tried all types of live broadcasts. It has not lost followers, but has made fans more stable.
Basically, fans watch whatever he broadcasts. The core is just nonsense, and fans are also curious about what else he can do.
Later, fate finally became a veritable joker.
However, no matter how popular his live broadcast content is, there is one link that has been fixed for many years, called "Random Jukebox".
During the live broadcast, viewers can sign up, and he will randomly select the registered person from among the many viewers and invite them to sing in the live broadcast room.
If the song is performed well and the majority of the audience votes to support it, he will give a portion of the bonus as encouragement.
However, netizens generally have less professional vision. If you sing really well, or if you have a gimmick, good looks, or know how to tell jokes, you can get "666" from everyone.
The fate red envelopes are also given out very generously. Anyway, it is a part that makes everyone happy.
It happened to be lunch time that day, and the store was still very busy.
The prompt for the start of Fate's live broadcast room suddenly sounded. The little boss put down the pot and spoon in his hand, wiped his hands clean, walked neatly behind the projector on one side, pressed the touch screen, and entered the designated room.
The waiter who lost another middle-aged helper vomited out a mouthful of blood and shouted in his heart: The boss is also chasing stars, he is really going crazy!
In the past, he just relied on his craftsmanship to lazily wander around. It's okay now. If you don't do anything, you still disturb them.
How could there be such a boss!
A clear picture appeared on the white wall, and the background sound was turned up louder, coming from speakers everywhere.
The little boss had a serious look on his face and stood beside him with his chest crossed, staring at the wall motionless. Above is a young man with slightly messy hair but handsome features.
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Seeing this, the diner asked: "Boss, do you like this anchor so much? Why is it him every day lately? Can you change it to a beautiful woman, who can just watch trash dramas?"
The little boss put his hand on his lips to signal the other party to be quiet.
The diner was speechless: "...I come to your place to eat and you can't even talk. What kind of service attitude do you have?"
The little boss maintained a cold attitude.
Several people live nearby and are all regular visitors here. They know each other well and gather together to chat. I forgot to eat this time, and gathered together to whisper:
"This anchor is a man, and the boss actually takes it so seriously."
"In the past, programs were open to us to watch on demand, but now the device has been locked by his fingerprint. It's simply for ulterior motives."
"But he can just watch it himself, so why does he have to let us watch it too? We can obviously watch it secretly, right?"
"I want the whole world to know that this fish pond... no, this anchor was fucked by him?"
"It's true. He even sets an alarm now. You see, he's not even so punctual when he opens the store. He's late and lazy. He doesn't even have steamed buns for breakfast. There's something wrong!"
"Fuck, if it's true love, I've never seen him reward me!"
"Why is it so vulgar to talk about money? He also wants to have sex, and we have to understand this. Besides, this anchor is obviously richer than him, and money can no longer be used to express love."
"No wonder every time the live broadcast is about to end, I feel that the boss is a little disappointed."
Everyone nodded in agreement.
The waiter came over with the dinner plate, put down the bowl in a hurry, and couldn't help but say one more thing: "What you are talking about is nothing! Didn't you notice that even the stereo has been replaced with a new one?!"
Everyone: (⊙⊙)!
The young boss was unmoved and just glanced at the waiter.
The waiter put his hands in his pockets, looked away, and swam away quickly.
Many gifts have already slid across the screen.
"Thank you, bosses! The jukebox is here again!" Qu Li Mo Yuan relaxed his shoulders and said, "Can we be so lucky today and draw the same nuclear weapons singer as last week?"
He smiled to himself and said: "You can lower your voice first, and I will tell you after I confirm that there is no danger. Sand sculpture city is precious, but life is even more expensive."
Yuan Yuan chatted with the fans for a while, and when the number of applicants next to him reached his expectation, he finally got to the point.
Putting his hand on the list, he said eagerly: "I smoked it, I really smoked it!"
The little boss' expression became more serious and he even twisted his neck.
Fate pulled the panel down a bit, then pulled it back again, and finally stopped at an ID called "Ji Zhiyi".
"I've seen this ID several times. I've been here almost every day recently, and my hand speed is very fast, and I'm basically in the top ten." Yuanfen scratched his head and said, "Have I not clicked on her yet? If you insist, I will click on her today. She's fine. Can everyone agree?"
He asked, and his hand quickly pressed down.
A woman wearing a peaked cap appears on the screen. His eyes and nose were blocked by the brim of the hat, leaving only a small section of his fair chin exposed. Wearing a too-large sweatshirt with a white shirt underneath.
The little boss suddenly stood up straighter and nodded secretly.
Fate enlarged Ji Zhiyi's picture so that he and himself occupied half of the screen.
Fate asked: "What do you call me? Beauty, why do you wear a hat indoors?"
Ji Zhiyi caressed his hair and said, "Prevent baldness."
"It looks like you have quite a lot of hair." Fate gloated, "You're bald. This mainly depends on genes. You can't escape. I suggest you eat well and sleep well, and send them on their last journey."
Ji Zhiyi brought the guitar up silently.
Yuan Fen said seriously: "Okay. Let's take a photo of the room first, and then test the sound of the microphone. We have to make sure we can't lip-sync today."
Ji Zhiyi followed his request and dialed a few more tones, confirming on the spot that there were no problems.
Fate said: "The hands are so beautiful. But the young lady doesn't seem to like talking."
With well-defined joints and slender fingers, she is so beautiful that she steals the spotlight in the camera.
Ji Zhiyi gestured with his ok finger.
Qu Li Mo's destiny smiled and said: "Let's get started. I'm turning off the microphone here, please feel free to play."
Ji Zhiyi scratched his head, took off his hat and put it aside. Only then did the audience see her face clearly.
It's not very beautiful, but it's very recognizable, and it's a facial feature that makes people feel comfortable.
Ji Zhiyi lowered his head.
The first sentence is sung a cappella.
She opened her lips and spoke softly:
"The setting moon fills the beams of the house, hesitatingly illuminating the colors."
This is an ancient song with a melancholy melody. The first sentence is selected from Du Fu's "Dream of Li Bai", and her voice instantly brings out the artistic conception.
Her voice is very special, and when she hums, it is as ethereal as the sound of spring water. To describe it in three words, it would probably be "open your mouth and kneel down."
"Roar-"
The exclamations came not from the live broadcast room, but from the diners in the restaurant.
At this time, Yuan Yuan in the live broadcast room also looked shocked, with his mouth wide open and looking at the camera with an exaggerated expression. The comments were refreshed rapidly, rows of flowers flashing past.
You must know that this is the effect of unedited sound.
If a certain program is called the magic mirror for Internet celebrities, then Yuanfen’s live broadcast room is called the Wuzhishan of singers.
Singers without strength will overpower each other and destroy the whole team.
The little boss narrowed his eyes in satisfaction.
Nezha No. 1 is really nice. The songs that he thinks sound good must be liked by everyone.
Nothing wrong.
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