Going to work? Even a dog wouldn't go!

Chapter 4, Dad's in Fame!

Ding!
The first "lying flat" assistant's income is being settled yesterday.
The No. 1 "Lying Flat" assistant earned 2450 yuan yesterday!
The host has received double the reward of 4900 yuan!
Along with the system notification sound, Zhang Xian also received a text message from the bank.

My dad made so much money during his live stream yesterday! That's amazing!

In Zhang Xian's memory, his father's usual live streaming income was probably only one or two hundred yuan, and rarely exceeded one thousand. He remembered that his father had bragged to him about the last time he earned over one thousand yuan, but yesterday he actually earned more than two thousand yuan.

This should be a new record for the highest single-day revenue.

Sure, sure!

As long as Dad works hard enough, buying a house and a car is just around the corner!

My dad's health condition is only "Grade B", which is just so-so. I need to help him take better care of his health.

"Pingping, what is my health level?"

Zhang Xian casually asked about it.

"The host's health level is C!"

Uh?
Grade C?

How could my health be worse than my father's, who is over fifty, when I'm a young man in my twenties?

"The host has been staying up late for a long time, with irregular eating and sleeping habits, and is in a sub-healthy state. It is recommended that the host change unhealthy lifestyle habits."

Okay, okay!
No wonder some people online call themselves "old Deng" (a term used to describe someone born in the 2000s)!
Many young people today are in worse physical condition than those in their fifties or sixties!

sleep!

Zhang Xian randomly selected a crosstalk performance and set a timer to automatically turn it off after 30 minutes.

I don't know when it started, but listening to crosstalk became Zhang Xian's way of helping him sleep, and it was extremely effective, often taking effect in just a few minutes.

"Xiaoxian, Xiaoxian~"

"Get up!"

After an unknown amount of time, a familiar voice rang in my ears.

Zhang Xian groggily opened his eyes: "What time is it?"

"nine thirty."

"Xiaoxian, are you going fishing again today? Uh, is it for a job interview?"

Zhang Zhaodi asked with a hopeful look, clearly still thinking about the braised carp from yesterday.

"go with!"

Zhang Xian stretched and sat up in bed.

"Can I come with you?"

Zhang Zhaodi asked again.

"It's not good to bring family members to the interview."

Zhang Xian thought to himself, "If I take you there, wouldn't the secret of the 'Air Force' be exposed?"

Today's breakfast was exceptionally plentiful, including white porridge, fried eggs, side dishes, as well as mutton offal soup and shumai bought from Yuanshengju.

It's clear that Dad Zhang Dongshan is in a good mood, but he's not home right now. If nothing unexpected happens, he's probably out bragging again.

After having breakfast and washing up briefly, Zhang Xian shouldered his fishing rod and left home.

"Xiaoxian, going for another job interview?"

Grandpa Liu next door has reappeared at the same spot. He asked while fanning himself with his large palm-leaf fan.

"Yeah, I need to find a job!"

"I can't just stay at home and live off my parents!"

Zhang Xian said this with an air of seriousness.

"That's true."

"You have to work hard to build your career while you're young, otherwise you won't even be able to find a wife in the future."

While Liu Fusheng was saying this, he was secretly thinking to himself: This Xiao Liuzi talks a good game, but who goes to an interview carrying a fishing rod?

"Uncle Liu, I only agree with half of what you said. It's good for young people to work hard, but people your age shouldn't be idle. Jiang Ziya went down the mountain at 72 and became prime minister at 80. You're only in your sixties, right? It's the perfect time to work hard. Life is only 30,000 days long, what's wrong with giving it a try?"

"What do you think?" Zhang Xian said, then lightly pumped his fist in a gesture of encouragement.

Liu Fusheng was dumbfounded and completely stunned. It wasn't until Zhang Xian rode away on his electric scooter that he came to his senses and muttered under his breath, "That little Liu, he almost got me into trouble. I'm retired, why should I bother with a career anymore!"

"Dad, was that Xiaoxian just now?"

At this moment, a young man with dyed yellow hair walked out of the yard. He was Liu Fusheng's youngest son, named Liu Dongxu, who had just returned from studying in the United States.

"Weren't you supposed to be adjusting to the time difference? You're already awake?"

Liu Fusheng looked at his son with tender eyes.

"I slept for several hours on the plane, and then slept for several more hours, but I can't fall asleep again!"

"Dad, what is Xiaoxian doing now?"

Liu Dongxu pulled up a small stool and sat down next to his father.

"Him? He's an unemployed bum!"

"Dongxu, you can't follow his example. We're returnees from overseas, we can't be like him, loafing around all day. Otherwise, we might not be able to find a wife in the future!"

Liu Fusheng said earnestly.

"Dad, don't worry. I started sending out resumes to companies in China before I even returned. I don't even consider jobs with a monthly salary of less than 20k."

"By the way, I have an interview at a major internet company this afternoon. If all goes well, I can start next Monday!"

Liu Dongxu said confidently.

"Okay!"

"Our Dongxu is truly promising!"

Liu Fusheng's face was full of smiles, but he quickly frowned again, his gaze sweeping over his son's blond hair and the tattoo on his arm, and he said worriedly, "Dongxu, why did you get a tattoo of yourself? And this hair, a proper big company has requirements for public image, right?"

Liu Dongxu waved his hand dismissively: "Dad, you don't understand. Tattoos are a part of American culture. Look at those NBA stars and movie stars, none of them don't have tattoos."

"Besides, this is a matter of personal freedom. The employer has no reason not to hire me because of this. If they really dare to do it, I will file a complaint against them!"

riverside.

After casting his line, Zhang Xian leisurely started scrolling through Douyin (TikTok).

At first, it was all normal, with "long, white legs," after all, he had already cultivated this image.

However, after watching a few videos, he suddenly came across a clip of his father's live stream.

In the video, the old man is singing "Apple Fragrance" with deep emotion. The video has already received 32 likes and more than 4 comments.

Zhang Xian opened the comments section and saw that they were all positive reviews.

"Flowers Bloom in Wealth and Prosperity": It sounds so good!
Spring is here and flowers are blooming: Brother Shan is becoming more and more charming!

Plain and Simple: This is truly a rare and excellent song, much better than those messy online songs!

Hanjiangxue: I've listened to this song on repeat dozens of times. Does anyone know what time Brother Zhang will be live streaming?

Snow Lotus: It's already been added to our square dance playlist.

The nicknames of the commenters all have a vintage feel to them; you can tell from these usernames that they are probably no less than fifty years old.

But it doesn't matter.

The important thing is, Dad became famous!
As the number one "lying down" support, Old Man's popularity means that Zhang Xian's future income will skyrocket.

Live a life where you count money until your hands cramp!

Ok, Ok!
That's awesome!

Zhang Xian was overjoyed and continued happily watching videos.

Because he paid special attention to his father's video of singing "Apple Fragrance," he ended up stirring up trouble for the song, and some internet celebrities with a keen sense of smell started to cover it to capitalize on its popularity.

So, every now and then, the song "Can you still hear the bayan fiddle in Liuxing Street?" would play on Zhang Xian's phone.

　New harem novel!

　　New harem novel!
　　New harem novel!
　　I'll say it three times because it's important. On the first day of the book's release, I'm shamelessly asking for a reward and monthly votes to see if I can break into the new book charts in the urban fiction category.

　　Thank you to all the bosses at 18cm!
　　
　
(End of this chapter)