Although Zhao Xianjun had a good personal relationship with Chen Yue, deep down he was still worried about this son-in-law who came to visit him.
First, because the other party is his father, the financial sponsor, and he cannot be offended casually.
Second, Chen Yue has a bad temper, an unruly personality, and the aura of a tyrant.
Of course, these superficial images are all put on by Chen Yue.
How could he gain a foothold in the companies under the Guo Group if he didn't act tough?
In the early years, when he was young, it was a bit difficult to pretend to be this way. Not only did he fail to scare people, but he also earned the title of "a bad guy".
As he gets older and his face becomes more mature, Chen Yue pretends to look like one.
In addition, due to his status, he has always looked down on the management and white-collar workers who were still working hard, so he changed from pretending to be tough to being violent and unruly.
Over time, his "tyrant" character gradually became established.
No matter what others think, he is so self-reliant anyway.
Many times, pretending to be powerful is also an art.
"Tyrant", I am a fucking tyrant, what can you do to me!
As everyone knows, the general managers and directors of Guo's consortium are all known in private as "Binhai's number one loser." If he hadn't had the status of the eldest son-in-law of the Guo family, he would have been fooled long ago.
Zhao Xianjun and Chen Yue had a good personal relationship, but they had always gotten along as friends before, and they didn't know that he was so irritable with his subordinates' communication style.
Suddenly, he became panicked.
"Yes, yes, brother Chen, don't be angry, I'll go with you right away." The servility in Zhao Xianjun's bones made him obedient in front of the impatient Chen Yue.
Chen Yue was too lazy to talk nonsense to him, so he turned around and left with his hands behind his back.
Chen Yue reprimanded the makeup artist, followed Chen Yue's footsteps with a curse, and said all his kind words with a smile on his face.
The two came to the prepared live broadcast room, where the staff sat behind the computer and controlled the teleprompter.
Chen Yue pointed to the high chair in front of the computer and shouted in a low voice: "Zhao Xianjun, the script has been given to you, try to follow it. If fans want to interact with you, satisfy them if you can, and fool them if they can't.
do you know?"
"Well, Brother Chen, don't worry when I do things, there will definitely be no problems!" Zhao Xianjun grinned and couldn't close his mouth after laughing.
"In order to ensure that there are no problems with the process, I have arranged for a man named Mai Dawang to cooperate with you. He will stir up the atmosphere and act as the host.
However, you two must not turn it into a talk show! This time we are mainly promoting the live broadcast app, if it delays my cooperation with them, you won’t get a penny!"
Chen Yue was afraid that Zhao Xianjun had never done live broadcasts and had insufficient experience, so he specially arranged for people to cooperate.
Zhao Xianjun has never eaten pork, but he has seen pigs running. Now that live broadcasts are so popular, he often goes to the app to watch beautiful girls dance.
"Brother Chen, I am laughing so hard, please be at ease." Zhao Xianjun assured, patting his chest.
"Okay, the time is up, you can go on the live broadcast." Chen Yue narrowed his eyes slightly and asked again.
"Remember, don't make Ye Fan's identity too obvious, let your fans do it themselves, and we can stay out of it."
"Um!"
Zhao Xianjun understood and nodded repeatedly.
He sat on the chair and adjusted the camera.
At this time, in the live broadcast room, a little bald man wearing sunglasses was warming up. There were more than one million fans in the room.
"Everyone, double click 666, our big star Zhao Xianjun and Oppa will make a grand debut soon! Hey, thank you for the sexy wave girl's dozen rockets..."
Zhao Xianjun was disturbed by the hoarse voice of the little bald man, but in order to take revenge on Ye Fan, he would go forward even if there was a mountain of swords and a sea of fire in front of him.
"Hyunjun Oppa, I love you!"
"Oppa, where are you? Come out quickly!"
"Where is Xianjun? Where is my Xianjun?"
"Oppa, I want to give you a monkey!"
"Xianjun, Xianjun, I will be hard if I miss you!"
"Oppa Xianjun is handsome, I want to be with you."
The barrage dominated the live broadcast page, and various gifts took off during the period.
This is the first time that the live broadcast platform that Chen Yue cooperates with has welcomed so many fans in a single room, and the server almost crashed.
Zhao Xianjun opened the video, and the barrage of comments surged again.
"Hello everyone……"
As soon as Zhao Xianjun opened his mouth, the page crashed and the number of fans exceeded two million!
Chen Yue was startled and quickly asked technicians to maintain the live broadcast room.
The technician ignored the scalding server and opened the port traffic to the maximum.
After three minutes, the system stabilized.
Zhao Xianjun went online again, and the live broadcast room was full of noise.
"Oppa Hyunjun is so handsome!"
"Oh my god, I caught a wild handsome oppa!"
"Oppa, do you still need a bed warmer at home?"
Zhao Xianjun looked at the comments from fans and felt a little disgusted in his heart, but he pretended to be happy on his face.
"Hello everyone, my name is Zhao Xianjun."
His Mandarin is not standard, and his speech is leaky.
When the fans heard it, not only did they not find it unpleasant, but they also felt a wonderful exotic feeling.
"Xianjun's voice is so beautiful!"
"As expected of my male god!"
"Sounds of nature!"
With Zhao Xianjun here, the video avatar calling Little Prince Mai is placed in the lower left corner, only as big as two fingers.
His voice has also been restricted. Compared with Zhao Xianjun, it is almost like a mosquito moan.
However, Little Prince Mai continued to interact with Zhao Xianjun at the top of his voice, and the atmosphere in the live broadcast room quickly reached its peak.
Chen Yue looked at the report in his hand and asked the staff in a low voice.
"How's it going? Have the statistics been compiled?"
"There are more than 3 million people online at the same time in the live broadcast room, of which 1.2 million are faked by us. The real number of people is 1.8 million, which can be compared with the most popular live broadcast stars."
There are 1.8 million fans online, of which 1.7 million are female fans, and the remaining 100,000 are men, most of whom have unclear orientations.
It can be seen that normal men are rarely obsessed with Korea's little fresh meat.
"Very good!" Chen Yue nodded, "Zhao Xianjun's traffic is very good. With his advertising, it won't take long for this app to be completely popular in China."
Zhao Xianjun acted a little rusty during the live broadcast. Fortunately, he called Little Prince Mai to cooperate and the live broadcast went smoothly.
When it came to the interactive session, Zhao Xianjun began to answer fans' questions.
The little prince named Mai selected the one with the highest proportion of appearances from tens of thousands of comments, "Hyunjun Oppa, the majority of fans are very concerned about your private life! I wonder if you can answer whether you are still single now.
What about this problem?”
"Of course!" Zhao Xianjun blurted out, "Of course I am still single. With such a busy work schedule, how can I have time to fall in love?"
The majority of female fans received the expected reply, and immediately a large number of gifts were sent to them.
The sky was filled with rockets, yachts were flying, and in less than half an hour, the revenue of the live broadcast room exceeded one million.
Before the live broadcast, Chen Yue promised Zhao Xianjun that no matter how much the reward for tonight's live broadcast is, it will all be included in his appearance fee.
Zhao Xianjun has always heard that live broadcasting can make money, and now he has tried it himself and earned more than one million. His interest is gradually aroused.
As the interaction gradually deepened, Zhao Xianjun gradually entered the state and began to talk more.
Moreover, this guy would learn to call Little Prince Mai from time to time, "Old Tie 666, start collecting gifts!"
As long as he shouts this sentence, the barrage will be occupied by flying rockets and yachts, and his income will increase by tens of thousands.
Zhao Xianjun never tired of it and fell into the eyes of money. Later he started to answer a question and asked fans to buy gifts.
Some anti-fans took the opportunity to show up.
"What the hell, you want my harem to buy gifts? The entire treasury has been emptied by these prodigal women!"
"The live broadcast has become a money-making show. The Korean Oppa has a way of making money!"
"It's so easy to make money from women... No, it's really easy to make money from idiots!"
"Zhao Xianjun, get out of the live broadcast room! I used to be scolded by my wife for paying my first deposit while watching the live broadcast. As a result, your mother showed up for half an hour, and I lost half my savings for half a year!"
The appearance of anti-fans could not interrupt the rhythm of those idiots painting gifts. The barrage was quickly brushed away, and Zhao Xianjun probably didn't even see it.
I don’t know how much money Zhao Xianjun made. In the end, he couldn’t even stand calling him Little Prince Mai and started to control the live broadcast process.
He has been doing live broadcasts for many years and has collaborated with some celebrities, but he has never seen anyone asking fans to buy gifts like this.
For those who don’t know, I thought that Zhao Xianjun was in financial crisis and wanted to make a quick buck by taking the live broadcast!
"Hyunjun Oppa, your fans love you so much, some even use their dowry money to reward you!"
He called Little Prince Mai a little jealous, and joked: "Xianjun Oppa, we have already bought several batches of gifts. Can you fulfill the live a cappella singing you just promised to the fans?"
"Singing?" Zhao Xianjun raised his head and shook his head: "No, no, I have been injured on the face recently and I won't be able to sing in a short time."
"Injuried?"
As soon as these words came out, all kinds of messages of concern and condolences dominated the screen.
"Oppa Hyunjun, what's wrong with you?"
"Oppa, I see you have some wounds on your face. Did you fall somewhere?"
"Oh my god, Oppa, is your face hurt?"
Looking at the barrage, Zhao Xianjun's face suddenly darkened, "Oh, dear fans, let me remind you. When you are out, just endure it as long as you can!"
"Endure? What's wrong? Why do you have to endure it?"
"Oppa, is someone bullying you?"
"Damn it, who is bullying our handsome oppa?"
Upon seeing this, the little prince named Mai asked curiously: "Brother Xianjun, I heard from a friend that you were originally going to attend the Golden Eagle Awards ceremony a week ago, but you dropped out halfway. Did you have an accident at that time?"
"So be it." Zhao Xianjun tilted his mouth, with tears in his eyes, and said aggrievedly: "People have to bow their heads under the eaves. We are not from here, we are helpless... Okay, don't mention the unhappy things.
Dear fans, I'm sorry, I really can't open my voice. However, do you have anything else you want to ask? I will answer your questions one by one."
Zhao Xianjun has said this, but there are still crazy fans who want to ask him other things. The whole screen is full of barrage asking him what happened and whether he has offended someone.
Some fans were so arrogant that they wanted to mobilize all their connections to help Zhao Xianjun vent his bad breath.