"Brother, can you stop being so cold? Can you please reply to this message?"
"Have you forgotten Nujia? Nujia is that beautiful little Daji!"
"There is a little Daji on the other side of the mountain and the sea~"
"Hey, little brother, do you still remember that female anchor with beautiful breasts?"
"Please reply, dear ヽ(ω)ゝ!!"
Liao Yuan fell into deep thought as he watched a series of on-site text messages sent by the female anchor named Fu Xiaoci.
A minute ago, he took out a business card in his wallet. It was a cheap assistant introduced to him by Fu Yuntao after he heard about his idea of entering the anchoring world. He said it was a female anchor with good traffic and one of his relatives.
Sister, as the saying goes, don’t avoid relatives when promoting talents, this is probably true.
At first, he thought the words "Fu Xiaoci" on the business card looked familiar and didn't pay much attention to it, but after he accidentally browsed through the J station's text message box, he was instantly attracted by the words "Anchor Fu Xiaoci".
Looking at Fu Xiaoci’s COS anime character avatar, Liao Yuan seemed to be able to vaguely see what he looked like in the music store that day:
A young female anchor with a foxy face, wearing an anime cosplay costume, with half-exposed breasts, appeared in front of her holding a selfie stick...
"Is there such a coincidence?"
Liao Yuan looked at the business card carefully. In addition to the three words "Fu Xiaoci", it was suffixed with the words "Signed Anchor of Xiaoyellow Fish Culture Agency Co., Ltd.", and finally the address and contact information.
He thought for a while, then opened the text message box, entered text in the editing bar, and clicked on the message to "Anchor Fu Xiaoci" to send: "Are you there?"
"Yes, Great God!!"
In less than ten seconds, the anchor Fu Xiaoci sent a text message: "Oh my god, the master actually replied to me! I'm so touched!!"
Liao Yuan was a little uncomfortable with this passionate online chat method. He struggled for two minutes before replying: "Haha, hello!"
"I'm good, very good, very good! Master, can you add WeChat? WeChat chat is more convenient."
It can be seen that the anchor Fu Xiaoci was very surprised by Liao Yuan's reply. Not only was the text and language very radical, but he also took the initiative to give out his WeChat number.
If Fu Xiaoci's fans knew about this kind of thing, they would definitely be heartbroken.
How many straight men, crazy men, and wretched men want to ask for a kiss on WeChat, but they cannot get it unless they are rewarded with tens of thousands of oranges.
At this time, Liao Yuan was already 70% to 80% sure that this Fu Xiaoci was the other Fu Xiaoci, so he didn't add WeChat, just picked up the phone and dialed the phone number on the business card.
After a moment, a delicate voice sounded: "Who is it?"
Liao Yuan asked: "Hello, are you Fu Xiaoci?"
"It's me, who are you?"
"I am Liao Yuan."
"Who is Liao Yuan? I don't know you. I'm dead."
"Du, du, du, du, du..."
Liao Yuan listened to the blind tone on the phone, looking confused.
Didi, didi.
A notification sound came from the computer. "Anchor Fu Xiaoci" had not received a reply from Asdfghj for a long time, so he sent four or five inquiry text messages in succession.
Liao Yuan endured his temper and typed on the keyboard word by word: "I just called you."
"Anchor Fu Xiaoci" sent three question marks: "???Nani?"
After a few seconds, a new message came from the text box again: "Holy shit? Uncle A? The call just now was from you?"
Liao Yuan saw this, sighed, and was about to reply when the phone beside the table buzzed and vibrated.
Liao Yuan lowered his head and looked at the caller ID, then answered: "Hello."
"I'm sorry, sorry, sorry..."
After saying sorry seven or eight times in a row, Fu Xiaoci shouted excitedly: "Uncle A, you are so handsome! Are you a hacker? How did you get the slave's phone number? I really didn't expect that pianists today are so omnipotent, huh? Ying Ying, this slave’s heart is so happy, Ying Ying Ying!”
Liao Yuan felt goosebumps all over his body. He regretted wasting his time on getting to know this unreliable female anchor, so he said, "I may have dialed the wrong number. I'm sorry to bother you, so I'll take my leave."
"Why?"
Fu Xiaoci's voice became anxious: "No, what are you doing? I'm talking normally, I'm talking normally."
Liao Yuan resisted the urge to hang up the phone and said bluntly: "Brother, is this Director Fu Yuntao?"
"That's right, that's right."
Fu Xiaoci was surprised and said: "Uncle A, how did you know?"
Liao Yuan smiled and said: "Director Fu and I just met this morning. Director Fu gave me your business card. I thought the name looked familiar. When I came back, I found your name in the messages on the site."
"Ah? Isn't this too coincidental?"
Fu Xiaoci was a little suspicious: "Why did my brother give you my business card? Could it be... wasn't it? Did my brother tell you that he has a big breasts, a big butt, a fair skin, and good looks? He can earn money, support his family, and earn a living. You can go into the kitchen under the hall to have a cute, obedient, gentle sister who can fuck and have sex, so Uncle A, you couldn’t help but get so horny that you asked my brother for his phone number?”
Liao Yuan: "???Excuse me, take my leave."
"Hey, don't, don't, don't, I promise to speak normally this time."
Fu Xiaoci swore three poisonous oaths in succession before Liao Yuan stopped the urge to hang up the phone.
"I'm a newbie at site J, and I don't understand a lot about the website."
Liao Yuan reorganized his language: "So I want to find a senior who has experience in this field to teach me, especially in live broadcasts, Miss Fu, how can we keep the number of live broadcast viewers without showing up, speaking out, or interacting with each other?" It goes straight up, I think you must have your own method."
"Uncle A, do you know the Seventh Son of the Empire?"
Fu Xiaoci said seriously: "If you are the Seventh Son of the Empire, even if the screen goes black during your live broadcast, the number of viewers will rise linearly."
"What seven sons of the empire?" Liao Yuan was stunned.
"you do not know?"
Fu Xiaoci was a little surprised, but still patiently explained: "The Seven Sons of the Empire are the top artists in the domestic entertainment industry. It has only become popular in the past two years. Each of them has more than hundreds of millions of fans around the world. Among them, The Four Returned Sons are even more popular and have strong ability to monetize their popularity at home and abroad..."
Liao Yuan suddenly understood, but he was obviously not very interested in this, "In other words, if there is no popularity, my premise is just empty talk, right?"
"No, no, no, Uncle A, although you are not popular, you have potential. The slave family likes potential stocks the most. Okay, okay, Uncle A, have you ever thought about participating in the One Emperor and Four Emperors Piano Competition? What?" Fu Xiaoci asked sincerely.
Liao Yuan shook his head and said, "I never thought about it."
Fu Xiaoci added: "With your strength, Uncle A, it will not be easy to stand out in this piano competition. Will your popularity increase by then? If you can win the regional championship, that would be even better! If you can Directly win the final Yi Di Grand Prize, wow, you can directly get tens of millions of bonuses! What kind of anchor will you be then? Just lie down and keep counting the money!"
Liao Yuan smiled: "This is an offline competition. If I participate, the premise I want will no longer exist!"
"That's easy, just wear a mask!"
Fu Xiaoci hummed: "As for communication, it's even easier. If you hire Nujia to be your agent, Nujia will guarantee that you will be comfortably arranged. You will be in a state of ecstasy..."
Liao Yuan: "..."
Second Battalion Commander, where are your damn Italian cannons?!