Guan Lang felt a little comforted when he saw the barrage that suddenly became lively in an instant.
"It's late, it's already past ten o'clock." He adjusted the distance of the microphone before saying with a smile.
"Today is quite special. I have nothing to do, so I can chat with you. If you have any topics you are interested in, you can ask me."
"Of course, not all questions will be answered."
After hearing his voice, the barrage suddenly surged.
"It sounds good!"
"Sisters, put your good words on the public screen!"
"Good to hear("
"Hun Dan, I have nothing to do to draw the third episode of Dawn Era. I'm still waiting to watch it!"
“It’s been many months since God A’s last live broadcast. Will he live broadcast more often in the future?”
"It's a special day. Is today the birthday of God A?"
Among the countless comments, some people guessed it by coincidence, but Guan Lang still glanced at it and did not respond.
"It won't be broadcast live very often. Today's one is a special one." He picked a barrage and replied.
"Ahhh?"
"Wow, I made 100 million. Fortunately, I got up early today!"
"Anchor, I'll give you a gift. Can you live broadcast more often in the future?"
"Why don't you turn on the camera? God can't afford a camera? I'll mail one to you."
The barrage scrolls very fast.
It almost fills half of the screen.
You know, he has only been on the air for a few minutes, and the popularity value in the upper left corner has already reached 50,000 or 60,000.
As we all know, the live broadcast at Station B is a novice village among live broadcast rooms, and there are no big anchors.
Especially during the morning period, there are very few popular ones.
The popularity of his live broadcast room instantly reached the top ten.
Guan Lang has good eyesight, so he can basically read all the barrages.
He has noticed that many fans have begun to send gifts in the lower left corner of the live broadcast room.
Five brand new captains, several fireworks, and various krypton gold gifts.
He doesn't have to worry about spending money now. During the last live broadcast, he didn't have to ask for gifts. Now that he has sold the copyright, there is no need to ask for such money from fans.
"Don't give gifts, don't give gifts. I'm not short of money. If you have spare money, you can buy some snacks you like, or go out to play with friends. There is no need to waste it on me. I don't thank you for gifts.
oh."
Guan Lang is not trying to catch him, but he really doesn’t want fans to give him gifts.
This does not mean that he is so noble and regards money as dirt.
It's simply because he is not a host and does not rely on gifts from fans for his living.
His main income is animation, and he can make a lot of money from Penguin and Netflix. He doesn't need the pocket money of these fans.
This is why he didn't say today was his birthday.
Because he knew that if he said this, there would definitely be a lot of fans who would reward him. Wouldn't that be harvesting the fans' treasury? It would also violate his original intention of having a casual chat today.
However, he also knew that even if he really persuaded him and refused to thank him for the gift, someone would still reward him.
There was nothing he could do about this, after all, he couldn't control the fans to stop clicking the mouse through the screen.
"As for the camera, if you all want me to turn it on, then I will turn it on. It's just that my room has not been tidied up and is a bit messy. Just don't mind." Guan Lang looked back at the room behind him.
In addition to the bed without folded quilts, there are also many work manuscripts piled on the workbench, and animation papers are stacked one after another.
"Open, open, open!"
"Hurry up!"
"The blood of thousands of people is written to reveal the color and fortune!"
"Think about it, think about it very much!"
Guan Lang saw that the voices in the barrage were so neat, and he wasn't too embarrassed.
I rummaged through the cabinet for the camera and connected it.
After adjusting the angle, the camera's shooting screen was reduced to the lower right corner of the live broadcast screen.
On the main screen, he is opening Happy Landlords.
Prepare to do charity while answering questions from fans.
"Handsome, handsome, handsome!"
"Is this the second dimension? I really love it!"
"Why do you, an animator, have to be so handsome?"
"There's a lot of drawing paper behind me, God A works so hard!"
"I didn't fold the quilt. As a mother fan, I want to criticize Bao A."
"The charity anchor is online, can you win from 200,000 to 5 million?"
The popularity of the live broadcast room has quietly increased from 60,000 to nearly 600,000.
He instantly topped the list of the live broadcast area, and the second place was a chicken-eating anchor who regularly broadcasts in the morning, with a popularity of 190,000.
The second anchor had just finished eating a handful of chicken and logged into the live broadcast page of Station B. He wanted to click into his live broadcast room to see how fans praised him.
I caught a glimpse of the first place's popularity of 600,000 from the corner of my eye, and I was instantly stunned. Where did the big brush come from? It actually brushed him all over.
He was dissatisfied, but his eyes noticed the anchor's nickname Aria.
Oh, it turned out to be him, then it's okay.
"Wow, God A also launched 666!" He couldn't help but sigh. "This must be too popular."
Many of his fans couldn't help but come into Guan Lang's live broadcast room to watch.
In the live broadcast room, Guan Lang was still communicating with fans.
"I usually don't play many games, so I'll chat with you in Landlord Fighting. You also have something to watch, so you don't get bored just listening to me talking." Guan Lang smiled.
The level is extremely high. Come, choose the most advanced game, the novice game."
"Fan Yan said that just looking at the camera in the lower right corner is enough and it won't be boring at all."
"Isn't God A too doting on fans?"
"The novice field is the most advanced game???"
“I feel like I will be receiving subsistence allowance soon.”
Guan Lang looked at the disapproval of the barrage and didn't take it seriously.
The rules of Landlord are so simple, can he not play well?
But the next few card games told him the fact that Landlord is not a game of skill, but a game of luck.
After receiving several extremely bad cards in a row, the minimum living security he had received was also emptied.
"Sure enough, a charity anchor!"
“What a show!”
"To be honest, I think my loss in these Landlord games has little to do with my level, right? It feels like Penguin might be targeting me." Guan Lang didn't expect his luck to be so bad, so he smiled helplessly.
"One thing to say, one thing to say, it's true."
"Earn money, you can become stronger by charging money!"
"If we don't top up the money, Brother Ma will be so poor that he will have to take the bus! Woohoo~"
Just when Guan Lang was preparing to recharge a little, he continued to kill time and continue chatting with fans.
A doorbell rang in the distance.
Did his little cousin forget to bring something and come back to get it? He thought to himself.
"Wait a moment, someone is coming to my house. I'll go outside and open the door first." Guan Lang explained to the fans in the live broadcast room, stood up and walked out to open the door.