The momentum was obviously getting stronger and stronger.
And the other female broadcasters were each showing off their skills, pulling out all the stops.
There was one sitting on the main road waiting for the bus, only to be maliciously hit on. ᴛhis chapter is ᴜpdated by novel⁂fire.net
One phone call, and a convertible Phantom arrived.
The person who got out was wearing white gloves, and when he bent at a ninety-degree angle to utter "Miss,"
the passersby were all shocked.
Unsurprisingly, this video also went viral.
There were even more idiotic ones, like the little worker who had spent a whole day screwing bolts in a factory.
When she was ready to go home, suddenly two Bentleys and a top-tier Rolls-Royce Phantom arrived.
Twenty people all bowed at once and said, "Miss, the family head has been searching for you for twenty years."
The lost miss of the family was finally found by the family head.
This kind of melodramatic plot also caught fire.
There are even plans for another thirty episodes, mainly revolving around the daily life of the commoner miss who returns to her wealthy family.
As more and more female broadcasters successfully transitioned,
Chang Fu knew it was his turn to make an entrance.
That's why he absolutely had to borrow a car from Chen Pingsheng.
If you don't have these real top-tier luxury cars, what the hell can you use to play rich and powerful?
Driving an entry-level Mercedes, even a dog wouldn't believe.
So yeah, in the realm of short videos, it's still possible to break through with money.
Chang Fu opened his computer, found the two hottest broadcasters on the platform, who were just in the middle of a PK.
The number of people in their live streams was both over a hundred thousand.
Chang Fu chose one, and started off with a hundred Piercing Cloud Arrows.
"Damn, which big shot is making an entrance?"
"Piercing Cloud Arrows at 2888 Quick Currency each, a straight hundred in a row, big shot please take my knees."
"Master Fu, thank you Master Fu."
"Brothers, let's all give Master Fu a follow."
Chang Fu didn't care for all that fake stuff, he was determined to carve his path in the live stream industry with a pile of cash.
Establish himself as the number one sugar daddy on the entire network.
The female broadcaster receiving the gifts was moved to tears.
Truth be told, there weren't many real big spenders in the early days of live streaming.
Someone like him, who could drop three hundred thousand Quick Currency in one PK battle, was almost unheard of.
Gaining fifty or sixty thousand followers was nothing to him.
Once that was over, Chang Fu moved on to the next live stream.
He started off the same way, throwing out gold coins.
A hundred Piercing Cloud Arrows.
It caused another big shockwave.
To spend three hundred thousand in one day without feeling a thing.
Without investment, how could there be a harvest in the end?
Chang Fu, however, had figured it all out.
And for the next few days, it was the same routine.
In any live stream room where they saw the red, fat icon of Master Fu,
the female broadcasters would stand and bow in salute immediately.
So much so that later on, all those big broadcasters were discussing who the hell Master Fu was.
How could he be so bold.
Chang Fu planned to spend ten million in a month.
That's probably about forty thousand Piercing Cloud Arrows.
He had got one hundred million in funds from his brother anyway.
So why not spend it as he pleased?
Earn fans first, then money, that was the plan he set for himself.
And he was certainly determined to see it through.
Chen Pingsheng had long since returned to the Capital.
He had a big computer in his room, right next to the floor-to-ceiling windows.
He also followed the melodramatic storylines of Chang Fu's female broadcasters on his phone.
That guy, a seasoned live streaming veteran, reacted like no other when the opportunity arose.
Not only was he splurging money in the pro livestreamers' rooms,
but all these female broadcasters under him were churning out one melodramatic plot after another.
Take Qiao and Mingming, who were driving his Bugatti; they nearly turned their video into a saga of enmity and gratitude between two wealthy daughters.
The kind that could be traced back three generations.
No matter how the plot twisted, the essence was still selling sexiness and flaunting wealth.
The two women even deliberately wore tight clothes, padding their buttocks a bit higher.
Isn't this just selling sexiness?
As for the Bugatti and the Koenigsegg, without these two cars worth nearly half a billion, could their rich daughters' plot even continue?
But Chang Fu was also quite clever, let netizens guess as they will.
These two female broadcasters definitely couldn't admit their identity as wealthy daughters themselves.
It'd be too easy to be exposed by the masses later on, which would cause trouble.
For now, though, they could perform however they wanted.
There were a bunch of other melodramas being shot, like the everyday life of the factory belle who returns to a wealthy household.
Like pretending to be an ordinary person by day and transforming into a wealthy miss by night.
In short, it's all about how tacky you can get.
As for the effect, well, it was pretty good.
So far, Chang Fu's decision to borrow the cars from him seemed quite correct.
Without those cars, his female broadcasters couldn't possibly shoot so many pretentious wealthy sagas.
As for the real wealthy daughters.
They've also become hooked on short videos and live streaming.
But just look at her, with barely a dozen fans,
a small heart can make her thank you over and over with a bow and stick her butt out.
"Oh my, thank you to the number one top sender for the little flower."
"Quack quack quack, you're my real sister, thank you to my younger sister for the two little flowers."
Chen An'an was also getting into live streaming; the chubby girl had been obsessed with it since she discovered the live function.
If she didn't shoot a couple of videos playing the erhu each day, she couldn't sleep.
Seeing all the positive comments praising how cute she was could make her silly happy for half a day.
As for the negative comments, she'd just snort and delete them.
For someone who grew up getting scolded by teachers, do you think a few negative comments could affect her mood?
"Little girl, what talents do you have?"
"I can play Praying Mantis Fist and the erhu, sing and dance. I'm not exactly refined at anything, but I can do them all."
Chen An'an laughed so foolishly.
For those few cents, she really was unmatched.