"Haha, little salted fish, we have money. Han Mengmeng said excitedly to Xiao Xianyu.

Looking at the message in the text message on her mobile phone, Han Mengmeng felt that this timely rain came at the right time, and then Han Mengmeng had the money to brush a wave of rockets and bring rhythm to her live broadcast room.

After all, in his live broadcast room, there are now more than 600,000 people, and there is still a lot of room for growth.

In Zhao Pujin's live broadcast room, the peak number of people reached more than 2.8 million before, and now it has dropped to more than 2 million viewers.

It is estimated that in a while, it should fall below two million.

This further confirms one of Han Mengmeng's conjectures, that is, the reason why there are so many viewers in the live broadcast room of Zhao Pujin, the female anchor of the Korean national base, is because of the vigorous promotion of the starting point live broadcast platform, and her novelty as the female anchor of the Korean country.

As soon as many viewers saw the female anchor of Goryeo, they went in to watch it with curiosity.

But as time goes by, not everyone likes the female anchors of Goryeo, and after watching it for a long time, you will find that it is just like that.

Or:

With a tremor in his body, any streamer looked boring.

Therefore, there is a reason why the number of viewers in Zhao Pujin's live broadcast room has dropped sharply, so that Han Mengmeng feels that it is not impossible for her to surpass Zhao Pujin's popularity.

"Ah, Mengmeng, where did you get the money?Didn't the money almost all the money be spent?" Xiao Xianyu looked at Han Mengmeng suspiciously, and suddenly, Xiao Xianyu screamed: "Ah!

Glancing at the screen of the Glory of Kings who died in battle, Xiao Xianyu raised her head and asked, "Where did you get the money?"

"The first salary of "Jiangshan" has arrived. Han Mengmeng said with a smile, and after a while, Han Mengmeng said to Xiao Xianyu again: "Little salted fish, give me your bank card number, and I will transfer 100,000 yuan to you." ”

When Xiao Xianyu heard this, the whole person was stunned, 100,000 yuan!

For an eighteen-year-old freshman, 100,000 yuan is not a small amount.

"Ah, why are you transferring me so much money? Xiao Xianyu asked suspiciously.

When Han Mengmeng heard this, she rolled her eyes and said, "You only need 100,000 yuan to support you?" It's cheap, I'll give you another 100,000 yuan, hahahaha." ”

Obviously, Han Mengmeng was joking with Xiao Xianyu.

Xiao Xianyu was stunned for a moment, and then said with a smile: "If you are a handsome guy, I will agree with you to support me, hehe, will this 100,000 yuan be used to brush rockets for you?"

Han Mengmeng nodded and replied, "Yes, brush it first, if it's not enough, let's talk about it." ”

Five hundred dollars for one rocket, one hundred thousand dollars, that's two hundred rockets.

If you brush 200 rockets at a time, you should be able to bring a wave of rhythm, especially when there are potential competitors in this kind of situation, the last time "Bohan Dashuaibi" sent a lot of rockets in order to have a meal with Han Mengmeng.

This time, Han Mengmeng wants to compete with Zhao Pujin for the first place in popularity, and there is no official recommendation, so he can only rely on brushing rockets to attract attention, and now he has not taken the lead in brushing, only Han Mengmeng himself will lead the rhythm.

100,000 yuan, for the previous Han Mengmeng, is a lot, a huge amount of money.

But now Han Mengmeng has not only signed a contract with the movie "Jiangshan", but even has a lot of income in the live broadcast, so if it continues, Han Mengmeng will not lose much, and when everyone brushes the rocket for a while, Han Mengmeng will make a lot of money again.

"Uh-huh, okay, watch me bring a wave of rhythm in your live broadcast room, haha. Xiao Xianyu said with a laugh.

After a while, Xiao Xianyu received the money transferred by Han Mengmeng.

After Xiao Xianyu received the money, she did not recharge all the 100,000 yuan, but started to recharge 11,000 yuan.

Because it is very likely that after Xiao Xianyu brushed more than ten or twenty rockets in a row, he blew up the local tyrants, so that the rest of the money can be saved, right?

So after recharging 10,000 yuan, Xiao Xianyu directly hung up the king pesticide and came to Han Mengmeng's live broadcast room, clicked on the gift column, and began to brush the rocket for Han Mengmeng.

A rocket......

No waves!

Not even a wave of "666" is gone.

Because the audience in the live broadcast room has seen a lot of rockets, it is not very unusual.

Two rockets......

Still didn't make any waves.

Three rockets......

Someone began to send "666", because Xiao Xianyu's three rockets were sent consecutively, and there was a fourth and fifth rockets next!

Just now, it was mostly a few scattered little tyrants who sent one or two rockets, but now there are finally local tyrants who send rockets!

And it's still going on, and now ten rockets have been sent in a row!

After another moment.

Xiao Xianyu gave away all the twenty pieces of 10,000 yuan, which immediately aroused a commotion among the audience.

"Wow, there's finally a local tyrant haunting. ”

"Look at the local tyrant up close, 10,000 yuan, this is it. ”

"Ten thousand dollars is nothing to a rich person, is it, just like a dollar in our eyes, isn't it?"

"The brothers are dry, and the local tyrants have already started to make samples. ”

"I can only send a little starting coin, the poor student party has no money, woo woo, verbal support Meng Meng. ”

"How long will Mengmeng be live tonight?"

"Is this really the rhythm of competing for the first place in popularity? Zhao Pujin is another two million viewers, and there are many people and great power. ”

"That's it. ”

"Hey, big brother in front, don't boost the momentum of the stick and extinguish our cute majesty. ”

"Come on, we support you. ”

Han Mengmeng saw that after Xiao Xian brushed the rocket, it brought up a little effect, so she smiled and said: "Thank you Yu'er for your rocket support, a song for you, what song do you like to listen to me?"

After finishing speaking, Han Mengmeng glanced at Xiao Xianyu and gave a look.

Of course, when Han Mengmeng communicated with Xiao Xianyu again, she moved the camera to prevent the audience from seeing it.

Xiao Xianyu naturally understood Han Mengmeng's meaning, so she used her trumpet "lazy little fish" to reward Han Mengmeng and sent a barrage message: "Itchy." ”

"It's a good itch, and you never get tired of listening to it. ”

"666666, Meng Meng is going to sing itchy again, ahaha!"

"I'm excited, thank you for the local tyrant's reward, so that I can sing "Itch" again when I listen to Mengmeng's live broadcast. ”

"What's itchy? ”

"Give a new friend a popular science, "Itch" is an original song by our little fairy Mengmeng, if you don't understand, you can go to your mother. ”

"Looking forward to ......"

Han Mengmeng nodded and said to the audience in the live broadcast room: "Okay, a song "Itch" is for everyone, I hope everyone will support Mengmeng more, it depends on you to hit the first place on the popularity list tonight, come on." ”

After Han Mengmeng finished speaking, she clicked on the electronic accompaniment of the song "Itch" in the music player.

And at this moment, Han Mengmeng saw that a local tyrant in the live broadcast room, "handsome and crying tens of millions of people", suddenly slammed the rocket.

One or two...... Ten and twenty ...... Fifty ......

", the handsome god appeared. ”

"666666, our handsome god V587!"

"Finally here, I'm excited!"