How did hiring someone to press a pig image during Chinese New Year become a top trend?

The noisy tea party came to an end.

The mountain of gifts had already been divided up by Da Biao and his men.

Even the stray dog ​​at the village entrance had half a sausage in its mouth, basking in the sun with a satisfied look on its face.

Xu An pulled himself out of the crowd.

He patted the sunflower seed shells off his sleeves and walked straight to the pigsty.

Xu An, who was originally full of "resistance" and "social anxiety", immediately changed his expression as soon as he got close to these two whimpering big guys.

That's the kind of focus only top hunters or experienced breeders possess.

Da Biao followed behind with four burly brothers, like bodyguards or apprentices on a pilgrimage.

"Brother Biao, we'll have to trouble these guys again later."

Xu An pointed to the big black pig that was still rooting in the soil. His voice was not loud, but it was unusually steady.

"This pig is a hybrid, it's incredibly strong, especially its hind legs."

"We don't use the traditional method of binding the pigs tightly; it's too slow, and it makes the pigs suffer, causing the meat to turn sour easily."

Upon hearing this, Da Biao broke out in a sweat on his bald head and quickly pulled out his notebook.

"So what do we do? Bro, you're the professional."

Xu An squatted down and drew a simple diagram on the ground.

"This is called the '品' (pin) shaped pressing method."

"The two brothers are responsible for the base of the front legs. Don't grab the ears; pig ears are soft, and they'll go crazy if you grab them."

"Press down firmly into the hollow of your anterior scapula."

As Xu An spoke, he made a grappling gesture.

"The other two brothers, ignore the tails and press down on the hip bones."

"As long as these four points are pressed firmly, it won't be able to exert any force, no matter how much you try."

"As for me..."

Xu An stood up, his gaze sweeping over the black pig weighing over 300 pounds, a cold glint flashing in his eyes.

"I'll take responsibility for giving it a quick death."

Da Biao looked at Xu An and couldn't help but swallow.

Is this the same socially awkward young man who was afraid to speak loudly and blushed when surrounded by people?

This is clearly a heartless killer!

"Got it!"

Da Biao slammed his notebook shut, turned around, and roared at his brothers:

"Did you all hear that? Press the bones! Anyone who dares to grab my ear, I'll kick them out of the group!"

"yes!"

The four burly men roared in unison, their momentum overwhelming.

The four pigs in the pen were so frightened that they stopped eating at the same time and huddled together in the corner, trembling.

Just as the pre-battle mobilization ended and the atmosphere reached its most tense point.

"Xu An! Where is Xu An?!"

A shrill and anxious shout shattered the hardcore silence.

Director Wang Xingbang was holding a power bank in his hand, his hair was even more disheveled than before, and he squeezed through the crowd like a madman.

He was running so fast that the heel of one of his shoes was stepped on and he was limping forward.

"My little darling! It's already ten o'clock!"

"The auspicious time is almost here, where's your live stream?!"

Wang Xingbang rushed to the edge of the pigsty, leaning against the low wall and panting heavily, his eyes bloodshot.

"County leaders are also urging us on, and tens of thousands of people across the internet are searching for 'Xujia Village Live Stream'."

"The result is that I can't find the live stream!"

"Are you trying to drive me crazy?"

Xu An was startled by the sudden shout.

The aura of a "master of pig slaughter" just now collapsed instantly.

He turned back into that little quail with his neck tucked in.

"Ah...right, live stream."

"I was so busy teaching Brother Biao how to press the pig's head that I forgot."

Xu An frantically started reaching into his pockets.

It was bulging there, containing that valuable, large object.

The surrounding crowd also turned their attention to it.

Especially Lin Zixuan, who was standing in the front row.

As one of Shanghai's top second-generation rich, he has a natural eye for luxury goods.

When Xu An's rough, slightly muddy hand pulled that thing out of the faded, worn-out military overcoat with frayed cuffs.

Lin Zixuan's pupils suddenly contracted.

It wasn't just him.

Several knowledgeable young people in the crowd were also stunned.

It was a cell phone.

The black ceramic back panel reflects a jade-like luster in the sunlight.

Unique octagonal lens module.

And then there's the understated yet extremely luxurious gold logo on the lower back.

Huawei Mate 60 Pro RS.

Extraordinary Master Edition.

The current market price is at least 12,000 yuan, and you'll have to pay extra to snag it.

The air fell silent for two seconds.

The relaxed smile that Lin Zixuan had been wearing on his face, as if he was "experiencing life," slowly froze.

He looked at Xu An with a scrutinizing, even disgusted, look in his eyes.

A poor boy who kept saying he only had two pigs and couldn't even afford to hire anyone.

A young man left behind in the countryside, wearing a tattered cotton-padded coat worth only a few dozen yuan and relying on his grandfather to sell sweet potatoes to supplement the family income.

He's actually using a top-of-the-line flagship phone that even he had to think twice before upgrading to?

The contrast is too great.

It's so grand that one can't help but wonder if all of this is a carefully orchestrated script.

Is there a huge MCN agency behind this, exploiting public sympathy to commit fraud?

"This phone... is pretty good."

Lin Zixuan's tone was somewhat cold, just enough for those around him to hear.

"Brother Xu, with this setup, the live stream definitely won't lag."

Whispers began to break out among the crowd.

"Holy crap? That's the Master Edition?"

"Didn't the blogger say they were very poor?"

"Could this dilapidated house be a rented prop?"

"It's over, I feel like I've been deceived in my feelings."

The cracks known as "the collapse of trust" are spreading rapidly among people.

Although Xu An is socially awkward, he's not stupid.

He sensed the change in the gazes around him.

The look in his eyes, which had shifted from "care" to "doubt," pricked him like needles.

His hand trembled, and he almost threw the hot, black brick into the pigsty.

"No...no..."

Xu An opened his mouth, his face turning bright red, but he couldn't utter a complete sentence because of nervousness.

He wanted to explain that it was given by the bureau chief, but he felt that saying that would sound like an excuse.

Just as this awkward atmosphere was about to explode,

"Who are you! Hurry up and start broadcasting!"

Director Wang Xingbang was completely oblivious to the change in the atmosphere around him.

All he can think about right now is that damn KPI and traffic.

Seeing Xu An staring blankly at his phone, he became anxious and grabbed Xu An's wrist, turning on the screen for him.

While pressing the button, he scolded her with exasperation:

"I already told you that at the police station last night!"

"The county allocated special funds to buy you this phone so you could take clearer pictures of our Xujia Village!"

"It's to let the whole internet see the beautiful scenery of Henan!"

"Otherwise, using your old one would be a hassle, even just turning it on would be a huge inconvenience."

"And you, you're using your new phone like a hand warmer, hiding it in your pocket?"

"If the live stream is blurry, I'll deduct the cost of the phone from your two pigs!"

Wang Xingbang's outburst was loud and clear, and he spoke with righteous indignation.

The entire venue was deathly silent.

Then.

"puff--"

I don't know who couldn't hold back first.

Followed by.

"Hahahaha!"

A wave of laughter swept in, instantly shattering the awkward chain of suspicion that had just been building.

The frost on Lin Zixuan's face melted away, and he couldn't help but slap his thigh and laugh wildly.

"Special approval from the county?"

"To get a clearer shot?"

"That reason... is brilliant!"

"I misunderstood this guy; this equipment was forced upon him by the official developers!"

Looking at Xu An's aggrieved expression, as if he were holding a bomb, everyone felt both amused and sorry for him.

It's truly a case of the emperor not being worried while the eunuchs are.

The whole county was helping him cheat, but he was completely oblivious to it.

"Oh, it's a cell phone issued by the government. That gave me quite a fright."

"The blogger's expression is hilarious, like he's being forced to do this."

"Director Wang is going too far; he's even resorting to a master for the sake of traffic."

The misunderstanding has been cleared up.

The atmosphere became even more lively than before.

Xu An wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and glanced gratefully at Director Wang, who was completely unaware of the situation.

This is probably what they mean by... fools having good luck?

"Then...then I'll open it."

Xu An took a deep breath.

Click on the black musical note software.

Click the plus sign.

Click to go live.

Enter title: [Pig slaughtering in Xujia Village, meals provided.]

Then, with trembling fingers, I clicked the red "Start Live Stream" button.

The screen flashed.

Unlike other internet celebrities, she didn't start with a high-energy background music or a stunningly beautiful face with full beauty filters.

In the live stream, the first thing that appeared was Xu An's enlarged nostrils.

Then came a dizzying, shaking screen.

Finally, the image froze.

The camera captured Xu An's unadorned face, with its wheat-colored skin and clear, foolish eyes.

The background is a dilapidated pigsty wall and Wang Xingbang's messy, unkempt hair.

"Um...did everyone eat something?"

This was Xu An's first sentence when he started broadcasting.

It's still that opening line etched into our DNA.

however.

It's just a pointless statement.

It's like pouring a ladle of cold water into a pot of oil.

The number of online users in the upper right corner of the screen instantly changed from "0" to "10000+".

But this is just the beginning.

The numbers were jumping around like crazy.

3 million.

5 million.

8 million.

Less than two minutes had passed.

[Number of viewers online: 10+]

Xu An stared at the number, completely stunned.

The comments were so fast they were almost invisible, like streaks of light flashing across the screen.

【First!】

[It's finally airing! I've been waiting all morning!]

[Is this the legendary master-level phone image quality? It's incredibly clear; you can even see the sweat on the blogger's nose!]

Where are the pigs? I want to see the pigs!

[I heard they were giving out milk at the event? Is that true?]

Is Director Wang behind us? Was that his shout just now?

Countless gift effects began to explode on the screen.

Sports cars, rockets, carnivals...

Xu An was so frightened that he quickly covered the camera with his hand, and the screen instantly went half black.

"Stop...stop swiping!"

"This phone is expensive; I can't afford to pay for it if it burns out the graphics card!"

This honest and earnest advice had no effect whatsoever.

This only emboldened the netizens who were looking for amusement to keep posting.

Wang Xingbang was watching the backend data from the side, and he was so happy that his mouth was crooked.

"Good! Well done, Xiao An!"

"Keep it this way! This pure, natural feeling is what we want!"

"Quick! Turn the camera around and give the main character a close-up!"

Helpless, Xu An could only hold his phone up high and point the rear camera at the pigpen.

At this moment.

The sun is just right, the breeze is not dry.

Four enormous black pigs were huddled in a corner, staring at the camera with utter terror in their eyes.

It was as if they knew it too.

That fateful moment.

Arrived.

Da Biao had already unbuttoned his jacket, revealing a tight black vest underneath.

He cracked his neck, making a series of snapping sounds.

He flashed a ruthless, bandit-like smile at the camera.

"Family members."

"Time to show your talent!"