Starting a live stream with one person

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"Over six million! No wonder she's Bao'er; she's truly popular with the audience!"

Back in the penthouse, Gao Dashang, who had originally intended to turn off the live stream, glanced at the online store's cash-out section and his eyes lit up. Even the anger he felt from Xu Si and Feng Baobao instantly subsided.

Ignoring the group of viewers who were still rambling in the chat box, they stared intently at the top right corner of the store.

It's still a seven-digit number, except that it used to start with 4, but now it starts with 6.

"Noisy as it may be, the audience is really rich. No wonder so many people like to make a living by live streaming."

By the way, could I accept a few gigs (GG) and have the merchants use the gig fees to send me gifts as cash?

As he let the water from the showerhead soak his hair, Gao Dashang picked up the shampoo bottle, secretly pondering to himself.

After glancing at the cash-out amount one last time, I reluctantly closed the live stream.

"With six million, Ni Sheng can break through to the third level at any time, and his safety is guaranteed, so there's no rush to break through."

Compared to breaking through to the third level of reversal, it's more important to find a way to subdue the restless mind.

I rinsed the foam off my hair, roughly dried myself, and walked out of the bathroom with my hair all messy.

"Tu Junfang and Yuan Tao, if they weren't in China, they could easily buy two guns from the mall and shoot people into sieves."

Damn it, how could I have let those two get away?

Knowing my general strength, either they wouldn't dare come, or if they did come looking for trouble, they would definitely be fully prepared.

His skin color lightened, maintaining the lowest power of regeneration, and the tall and elegant man sat cross-legged on the bed.

After a long while, Gao Dashang, who was sitting on the bed, suddenly opened his eyes, a hint of anger appearing in them.

"Damn Tu Junfang, damn Yuan Tao, I can't concentrate on my meditation at all because of you two."

He flopped onto the bed, pulled the blanket over himself, and turned off the light.

The next morning, I got up and fried five eggs and three sausages for myself, which was enough to make do with breakfast.

As usual, I practiced boxing for a while in the specially reserved space in the room, changed my clothes, and drove to Nanbukai to see the girls.

"Besides the Splitting Palm, all I have left in terms of attack methods are the fancy Bajiquan and Tongbeiquan. Should I find an opportunity to learn some other attack techniques?"

That's right, the Bajiquan and Tongbeiquan that Gao Dashang practices are just for show, unlike Yanwutang, whose Bajiquan is a unique art.

Both are Bajiquan, but others have special Qi circulation routes, while he can only use the simplest Qi amplification method to attack.

Similarly, the same applies to Tongbei Quan.

In reality, he only uses the Nine Orders Heart Method for cultivating Qi, the Reverse Life Triple Technique, and the Sky-Splitting Palm.

He parked the car in Nanbukai, and as usual, found the best spot, ostensibly to watch the beautiful women, but actually to wait for Zhang Chulan's live stream.

Big Pig Trotter: [Host, let's just forget about it.]

It has already been proven that there's no need to specifically look at Zhang Chulan when traversing a world where only one person exists.

My suggestion is to learn from the time travelers in novels and ask questions of various sects when you have free time.

Compared to Zhang Chulan, the brothers would definitely prefer to watch you fight.

Little Dream: [Hey streamer, I don't like Zhang Chulan, could you go stream Zhang Lingyu from Longhu Mountain instead?]

Big Pig Trotter: [Holy crap, Little Little Mengmeng, you're not a girl, are you?]

[Hey girl, where did this girl come from?]

[You jerk streamer, there are girls in your stream, aren't you going to grant their wishes?]

[Mengmeng, my brother wants to go to Longhu Mountain for a trip soon, but he needs a teammate. He's asking to join a group.]

Little Little Dream: [Get lost.]

....

...High-class and sophisticated.

"I shouldn't have looked at the chat window."

Watching this group of people ramble on and on, I couldn't bear to look away.

Returning our attention to the entrance of Nankai University, perhaps due to the timing, there weren't many people around.

"Boring, I might as well go back to the mountains to cultivate." He took out a cigarette case from his pocket, lit one, and lazily looked up at the sky.

It's already early August, the hottest days of the year. Even before nine o'clock, you can already feel the terror of the sun.

"We're both using cheats, so why is it that everyone else's is just signing in, checking in, and participating in lotteries, while mine is just a live stream?"

After finishing his cigarette, Gao Dashang stood up and stretched.

Amidst the pointing and curious stares of passersby, he began practicing Bajiquan on his own.

"Who is this person, practicing boxing in front of a university? Are they really mentally sound?"

"Tsk tsk tsk, this young man is quite skilled, his Bajiquan is very powerful."

"Idiot."

"Why practice boxing if you want to pick up girls? It's just attention-seeking."

....

Some praised it, some scorned it, and some ignored it.

Seeing this, Gao Dashang frowned slightly and stopped what he was doing, looking displeased.

"Damn it, I was just stretching my muscles, how did I attract a crowd?"

Seeing someone take out their phone, Gao Dashang quickly squeezed out of the crowd and returned to his SUV.

"People are watching and taking pictures of my boxing practice. What kind of social atmosphere is this?"

He had no doubt that if he continued, there was a high chance someone would dare to use him for live streaming.

The titles are either about a lonely martial artist, or about the decline of some martial art, or the last struggle of martial arts practitioners.

After glancing at the chat box in the live stream, he realized that no one seemed interested in Zhang Chulan, so he simply stepped on the gas and left Nanbukai University.

"It's just Zhang Chulan. At worst, I'll wait until the plot starts before I stream again. I'm not going to put up with this."

The SUV roared on the highway, and Gao Dashang drove straight back to his residential area.

Just as the car arrived at the entrance of the residential area, a sports car suddenly stopped next to the SUV.

"Mr. Gao, would you like to go for a walk together?"

A head popped out of the red sports car; it had familiar white hair, the same one I'd seen just a few days ago.

"Miss Feng, what a coincidence." Gao Dashang rolled down the car window and waved with a forced smile.

"Unfortunately, I was waiting for you." Ignoring Gao Dashang's attitude, Feng Shayan got out of the car and quickly got in through the passenger door of the SUV.

Move forward a bit, don't block the car behind you.

"Tch, why don't you just say your sports car is blocking the way?"

He rolled his eyes, stepped on the gas, and drove the car into the underground parking lot.

As for sports cars, Feng Shayan herself didn't care, so naturally he didn't care either.

The car circled around the parking lot before finally arriving at the parking space provided with the large apartment.

There are three parking spaces, but unfortunately, someone only has one SUV.

There is an elevator that goes directly to the floor not far from the parking space.

After parking the car, the two did not rush to get out. Instead, they turned around and looked each other over.

Seeing the wind and sand swallows laughing like little foxes, Gao Dashang couldn't help but facepalm.

"Speak, what do you want from me?"

"Aren't you going to invite me to your house for a visit?" Feng Shayan replied, seemingly ignoring the question, and stared at the person with a smile.

...High-class and sophisticated.

In the live stream, a sandpiper appeared, and a group of old perverts seemed to have found an outlet for their pent-up frustrations.

[Host, I bet the sand swamp is trying to seduce you; you have to resist.]

[Host, I'm familiar with this scene.]

Bringing the sandpipers upstairs is just Feng Zhenghao's honey trap; going with the flow, he gains both women and wealth.

Big Pig Trotter: [You dog-like streamer, I demand that you stream all day long, and you are not allowed to end the stream midway.]

White Dragon in the Waves: [Host, don't fall for it, or Sand Swallow will give you five hundred yuan.]

After careful calculation: [Host, I want 50,000! You and Jia Zhengliang are not worth the same; I can't sell you off cheaply.]

....

The appearance of the beautiful woman immediately gave the group of people, who had been chatting idly, a topic to discuss.

He rambled on and on, but every sentence revolved around his belt.

Little did they know, the streamer had never paid attention to the live stream from beginning to end.

Their eyes met, and Gao Dashang unbuckled his seatbelt and opened the car door first.

"Let's go."

Wind and Sand Swallow: "Heh, men."

He smiled on the surface, but in his mind he had already lowered someone's score.

Following Gao Dashang, the two quickly entered the elevator.

"Mr. Gao, didn't you say you were just passing through Tianjin?"

The house has been bought now, but it's not quite what you said that day.

Leaning against the side of the elevator, Feng Shayan said with a half-smile, teasingly.

"hehe.

I have my own ideas, Miss Feng, please don't trouble yourself.

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