Pa~~~
The mouse in Ye Fei's hand clicked on the three words "lucky disk" and then pressed it gently.
This sound can be said to be very, very small, and even if you don't listen carefully, you can't hear the sound of a mouse click. But even so, it is like a nuclear bomb, directly blowing up the live broadcast room into silence.
The person who sent the message stopped sending it.
Those who quarreled no longer quarreled.
Praying to God and ancestors also stopped.
The breathing sound of eating all over the world can no longer be heard.
Everyone's hearts twitched inexplicably as Ye Fei clicked the mouse.
The staff in other sections backstage were also very curious and watched quietly.
"It's starting. I didn't expect this guy's fans to be so enthusiastic."
"Yes, I just went to the live broadcast room where our singing and dancing section is singing and dancing. Although the people are very enthusiastic, they are not as powerful as Ye Fei. They are still very sensible."
"It's the same with our eloquent people. There's no way, the quality of the audience is different. The people who watch these two sections are all high-level people. Who is like the audience of the food section? They are all foodies. How high do you expect such people to be? Quality?"
"Don't say that, there are colleagues from the food section here, that's not good."
"But I'm telling the truth. The truth is ugly, and they won't mind."
Just then, a message popped up: "We don't mind, but I can smell your strong sour smell through the screen."
The person who just spoke clearly saw the person who sent the message and suddenly became speechless.
"Zhao... Manager Zhao? Just now I..."
Zhao Sendao: "When an audience loses their mind for his idol, it already illustrates this person's status in the hearts of his fans. Do you agree with this sentence?"
"I agree... I agree."
"Well, let's talk."
After Zhao Sen finished speaking, he smiled softly and retired.
The company's main group was completely silent. Every time they complained about the food section, their people were quiet. Today, I didn't expect that their manager actually came out. Although he only said a few words, every word made people laugh. blush.
Let's talk.
How can we talk about this
Let’s watch the draw.
A group of Silver Star anchors were also paying attention to what was happening in Ye Fei's live broadcast room. At this time, several anchors who started broadcasting today had finished their broadcast and came to join in the fun.
"Damn it, that lucky plate is really useful. You don't know, just because of the few prize draws today, my reward is nearly double the usual amount. It's so damn incredible."
"Me too. There was an audience member who was drawn and sang a song with me. Although his singing was really not very good, the reward was so awesome that he gave me a luxury plane. It really didn't bother me. Singing out of tune with excitement.”
"I have a guy here who talks jokes with me. It's still in dialect and I can't understand what he's saying, but he's very cheerful and rewards well. He bought five sports cars."
“This lucky plate launched by the platform is really good news for us.”
"Yeah, why wasn't such a useful thing launched earlier?"
"Ahem, Ye Fei came up with this thing."
“…”
"Yeah, how was that guy's live broadcast today?"
"Go and have a look."
"Form a group."
"I've been looking at it for a long time to make a knitting yarn, and it cost me a pack of tissues. I'm very depressed."
"What's going on? Does his live broadcast room still charge?"
"Damn it, how many people have you seen who collect paper towels for a fee? I mean... Oops, I won't tell you. You will know after a while. He has already broadcast half of the live broadcast, and there is still one dish left to cook. Come out."
A group of Silver Star anchors who had not yet entered Ye Fei's god-level gourmet live broadcast room quickly formed a group and came in.
Ye Fei's live broadcast room.
When everyone saw the group of Silver One, Silver Two and Silver Three running in again, they didn't say anything. Now their attention was all on the turntable.
Ye Fei clicked on the word "lucky disk" and saw that countless small spaces around the lucky disk began to rotate immediately.
Then the IDs of everyone in the live broadcast room kept flashing in these small spaces.
Everyone had their hearts in their throats, not daring to breathe out a single breath, for fear that their names would be blown away as soon as they breathed out.
One lap.
Two laps.
Three laps.
… …
The lucky disk spins rapidly.
It kept spinning for ten seconds before slowly starting to slow down.
"Fuck, slow down, slow down."
"Don't scream, everyone is watching."
"Nima, I'm so nervous, my palms are sweating."
"I've wiped it several times."
"Let's see who the first lucky spectator is."
"It's me, it's me, it's me...*n"
At this moment, a viewer suddenly @ another viewer in the information column.
"Yao Xiaoming? Son?"
"Yao Jianshe? Dad?"
"Yao Xiaoming! Do you want to die? Aren't you in class? Why are you here?"
"Dad, our first period is physical education. Isn't that okay? Many students are watching Ye Shen's live broadcast. Dad, where is my mother?"
At this time, a viewer named Juedai Yaoji sent a message.
"Bad boy, mom is here."
Yao Xiaoming: "...Mom? No mahjong today?"
"What are you doing? Just wait and go to school. In the future, you can get a doctorate and become a master chef like Ye Shen."
"I...Mom, do I need to get a doctorate to be a chef? Can I drop out of school now and learn to be a chef?"
"There's no door."
Yao Jianshe sent a message: "The three of us have a greater chance of winning."
"If you two win the lottery, you must hand it over to the public."
Yao Jianshe: “…….”
Yao Xiaoming: “…….”
"Oh, I understand." The father and son replied weakly.
Just when Yao Xiaoming thought the conversation was over, his mother Juedai Yaoji suddenly sent a message: "Boy, are you the one who asked your ancestors to bless you just now?"
Yao Xiaoming: "...Ah, it's...it's me."
"Just mess around with me. I'm telling you, your grandparents have been dead for more than ten years and you haven't seen them. If they knew that you moved them all out just for a plate of food, would you believe it? They kicked off the coffin boards and came out to slap you?"
"I, I... I really want to eat the dishes cooked by Ye Shen. Besides, didn't I say that I learned how to cook and serve them as offerings?"
"I'll take care of you when I get back."
"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh~~"
"You want to die? I haven't touched you yet. Why are you howling like a ghost?"
"No, no... No, Mom... Mom, it's me, it's me, it's me. The first lucky audience is me."
"You brat, don't fool me with this... Ah, it's really you, my good son. I'll give you a big red envelope when I come back."
Yao Jianshe: "Two, sons, they are awesome, they are worthy of being my sons."
"Yao Jianshe, are you stupid? How can you talk to your son?"
"Ahem, I... I was too excited. I made a mistake. Son, you are going to be successful. Dad will give you a big red envelope when you come back."
"Thank you dad, thank you mom, I will always love you."
"What do you love? Come back and pay your respects. You can't go to class. Mom will go for you."
"I... I can ask for leave. Yinzhou City is not far from us."
Yao Jianshe made a sighing expression and said: "Son, be obedient and give it to your mother. Even if you ask for leave, you still can't go if she doesn't give you travel expenses."
Yao Xiaoming: “…….”
At this moment, the live broadcast room exploded.
"Yao Xiaoming? Damn it, who is this?"
"Oh, damn, I saw my name dangling in front of the pointer for a long time, how come it passed by?"
"Me too. I'm so excited that I'm trembling all over. I'm so happy for nothing."
"Why not me? God, you're not working."
"Upstairs, God is sleeping. Bodhisattva is on duty. You are praying to the wrong God."
“………..”
(End of chapter)