Chen Xing rubbed his eyes and browsed Station B for a while. When he gradually woke up, he noticed that there were many private messages in the small mailbox in the upper right corner. When he clicked on it, he realized that the video he sent last night had received a lot of comments. p>
[I want to save the generation here——Zhang Guimei]
The video is 21 minutes long.
90,000 views, 47,000 likes, coins...
Damn it!
63,000?
There are actually more coins than likes. Is this something that can happen at Station B?
Chen Xing rubbed his eyes again. He was a little doubtful that he had not woken up. If he could reach this kind of data in one night, then during the day, all kinds of data must not explode?
Get up, wash up, and then look at your phone.
That’s right.
He has also posted two videos before, but the total coin input of the two previous videos was less than 60,000 coins.
Many people who have seen Chen Xing's video know that this photographer is very powerful, and the photos he takes have the power to stir people's hearts. But in the end, Chen Xing is just a newbie, and he has only been in the industry for a few days. Video
Only two were sent in total.
It’s a new video for new people, and it’s a niche category, so the traffic has not been high.
The fan conversion rate is pretty good. There were more than 80,000 fans before. After the video was released last night, it has now exceeded 100,000 fans.
Chen Xing sat on the bed, wanting to see what netizens were saying, but suddenly stood up.
"Did I forget something?"
Of course he knew he had forgotten something, because he had already remembered it.
I packed my things and hurried downstairs, looking at the time.
Because he set the alarm clock, he got up at seven o'clock today, but after turning off the alarm clock, he habitually squinted for a while. In addition, the video distracted his attention, so he suddenly forgot to go to school.
Things.
It's almost 7:40 now, and I don't know if it's too late to go there.
He didn't know what there would be in the school that was worthy of photography, but since he had decided to go, Chen Xing would not change his decision easily. In any case, he had to go to the school first to take a look, and Mr. Zhang
Find out what the people in the photography studio are talking about.
Mysterious, Chen Xing hates the Riddler.
There are very few passers-by. Except for two or three young people running in the morning, most of them are elderly people doing morning exercises and students carrying schoolbags to school.
They saw a man carrying a big bag running at a sprint speed of 100 meters.
"Damn it! This young man!"
"My body is so good."
"As energetic as I was when I was young."
"Are you going to catch a train?"
"So handsome!"
Some of the boys noticed that all the girls looked like nymphos, and they suddenly realized.
It turns out that girls like men who run fast.
Now go practice running!
It only took Chen Xing ten minutes to run the distance of two kilometers while carrying a heavy load. Moreover, when he arrived at the destination, he did not feel very tired. He was just panting slightly and still had plenty of strength. p>
He touched his belly.
I just feel a little hungry, small problem.
Just as he was about to walk towards the school gate, he heard a tidy voice coming from inside.
"I was born to be a mountain, not a stream"
"I want to look down at the mediocre ravines from the top of the mountains"
"I was born to be a hero, not a mediocre person"
"I stand on the shoulders of great men and look down on humble cowards"
Chen Xing had already reached the school gate and saw the scene inside through the iron gate.
Hundreds of students stood in the playground. The red uniforms were like red flags flying high in the air. Teacher Zhang Guimei stood on the podium and looked at the hundreds of students with firm eyes for an unknown number of times.
students.
This was just an oath taken by a group of high school students, but it made Chen Xing's eyes red inexplicably.
Chen Xing has read many books in the past few years, but this is the first time he has experienced the power of words.
This is an oath and a pattern.
Teacher Zhang standing on the rostrum is a parent, the mother of children in the mountains. Chen Xing does not know how many times he has envied these children for having such a teacher and such a mother.
Everyone has a copy.
Maybe it can really be done.
Only under her leadership can we have the Huaping Girls' High School where everyone is like a dragon today.
Chen Xing didn't even take out his camera at this time. He missed recording such a scene, but he was not discouraged.
It was good to have it taken, but even if the photo wasn't taken, he still felt the impact of the picture and the emotions surging deep in his heart.
"I was born into a mountain, not a stream..." Chen Xing muttered in a low voice, turned around and left.
There is no need to see Teacher Zhang. Chen Xing knows that Teacher Zhang is usually very busy and still working despite being ill. There is no need for him to cause trouble to others. Moreover, he feels that the purpose of coming here has been achieved, so what else is there to do?
?
Come here with pleasure and return with all your pleasure.
On the road, I saw a Mixue Bingcheng store that had just opened, and a young lady was wiping the counter.
Chen Xing walked in and asked: "I want to order 700 cups of milk tea, can you do it?"
"Ah? Seven hundred?"
Not caring about admiring Chen Xing's beauty, the young lady was instantly frightened by the number seven hundred.
"Well, give it to the students of Girls' High School."
There are more than 600 students in the school, plus more than 20 teachers, so 700 cups is enough.
Big customer!
The young lady smiled brightly and said while laughing: "Okay, okay, hahaha, handsome guy, you are so kind. You even give students milk tea. Where are you from? Do you have any requirements for milk tea?"
"Peach Four Seasons Spring, as for the request..." Chen Xing touched his chin habitually, "I have ordered so many, can you make it cheaper?"
"Yes, yes!"
The young lady was afraid that the business would be ruined, so she quickly said.
"But the ingredients may not be enough, do you want to change some other flavors? Our peach shake milkshake is also good, many students like it, and the price is the same. The original price is seven yuan, how about one yuan cheaper per cup?"<
/p>
She had just started a business and didn't know much about it, so she thought that if she could make money, she would get a piece of the cake.
If you are someone with more social experience, you can see that Chen Xing speaks more firmly and is not the kind of customer who just says it is not cheap and just leaves.
"Okay."
Chen Xing thinks it doesn’t matter, as long as it’s not cheap.
It’s only seven hundred yuan anyway.
The video he shot here yesterday earned him almost 700 yuan in incentives this night. This video alone should be able to earn him more than 3,000 to 4,000 yuan, and if he posts a little more, it will be considered a little bit of his own appreciation. After Chen Xing paid the money, he ignored it and went directly to the station to take the bus.
There is no train station in Huaping. If Chen Xing wants to go back, he must first take a bus to the nearest train station before returning to Sichuan Province.
Alas, it’s another long train ride.
When Chen Xing walked to the station, he also called Teacher Zhang to communicate. Otherwise, someone would give hundreds of cups of milk tea for no reason. Teacher Zhang would probably be puzzled for a long time. Just explain that this was the money earned from shooting the video yesterday. p>
Teacher Zhang also responded very simply.
"Let me thank you first on behalf of the children."
"It should be."
After hanging up the phone, Chen Xing clicked his tongue.
I am also a child, so why does it sound like an uncle?
An hour later, every student in the school, including the teacher, was holding a cup of milk tea. After learning from Teacher Zhang who gave it to them, the image of the boy they saw in the cafeteria yesterday became clearer in their minds. p>
