Song Xue'an proudly took out his mobile phone, opened the APP of his social account, and showed Ning Shuyi and Huo Yan the number of his fans.

"Dude, although I can't compare with those big Internet celebrities, but you have been looking at my popularity recently, is it okay?" His eyebrows fluttered, and he didn't hide his pride on his face at all, "The point is, our fans have all risen by ourselves, and we haven't signed up with those packaging companies, and no one has spent money on any zombie fans for me!"

Our buddies' fans are all alive! And when I live broadcast, our main focus is a relaxed, happy and stress-free one! I don't know those bells and whistles, the little yellow car hangs there, I make full use of these good things sent by people to create a cool and crooked indoor camping life!

You see, this tent, with a big mattress and a small atmosphere light, is absolutely invincible at night! How can the little girls on the Internet not itch when they see it!

And the projector, and the small cassette stove, watching a movie, eating barbecue at the same time, and a kind of Internet celebrity cocktail that looks particularly good, the effect is simply great!"

"So, for you, this is the equivalent of your workplace?" Ning Shuyi couldn't understand why this kind of "indoor camping" could attract so many people to watch and follow, after all, the essence of camping is to go outdoors.

If it is in a building without water and electricity, posing as if camping in the wild, this is undoubtedly equivalent to a vegetarian insisting on making all kinds of ingredients into meat dishes, and it is also vivid, and it looks like it tastes similar.

This is undoubtedly an act of "looking".

However, there is a saying that "no profit can not be early", and it is obvious that this matter is profitable to be able to make Song Xuean invest so enthusiastically.

"Not really!" Song Xue'an didn't intend to hide it at all, "I won't tell you, I've been unemployed for a long time, and I don't know what I can do.

Although it is said that the bucket is not too big, and the gold is not too much, but the grasshopper legs are also meat, right? I can take advantage of this opportunity to develop well, and there will definitely be more in the future!"

"And what if the building is demolished after that? What are you going to do?"

"Demolish it, dismantle it! I'll be able to stream here for the rest of my life! Even if I'm not tired, those who watch live broadcasts will get tired of it!

So now while the heat is still there, seize the time to attract attention, my current content and style are not in conflict with ordinary people, and not everyone can imitate them, so I am not repulsed, I can also interact more with other styles of anchors, and strive to heat myself up.

Once I've consolidated my fans, I'll take a look at what kind of style and content they want me to make!

Maybe it's really going to be a career for me in the future!"

"So in the last few months, you've been here on time every day for your cause?" Ning Shuyi heard Song Xue'an say a lot about his recent "achievements", and the topic changed and returned to Yan Dayuan, "Then you come here every night and broadcast live until the early hours of the morning?"

"Yes, sometimes if there are enough people, there will be at dawn!" Song Xue'an didn't realize what Ning Shuyi wanted to ask, and answered very happily.

"When you were on the air that night, it's impossible to close the windows and doors in this season, it's too hot, right? Have you ever heard people coming in and out of the house at night?" Ning Shuyi asked again, "When Yan Dayuan goes out to pick up rags, is he usually more active during the day, or at night?"

"Pick up the rags of Yan Dayuan?" Although Song Xue'an was also inquired about Yan Dayuan, he preconceived that this was another rescue soldier brought by Uncle Pan downstairs, so he didn't think much about it at all, and only then did he realize that something seemed to be wrong, "Why do you care so much about that old man who picked up rags?

It won't be ...... It's really Uncle Pan who said yes, what happened to Yan Dayuan? I went to this place to inquire about him...... Does that mean he's either dead or vegetative? Anyway

Is it because you can't open your mouth and can't speak? Is it related to the developer?"

"Yan Dayuan is indeed gone, but the specific reason is still under investigation, and there is no evidence to prove that it is related to any specific object." Ning Shuyi shook his head, "If there really is, we don't have to come and ask you about it, don't you say?"

"Yes! That's for sure! If you knew who it was, wouldn't you just be able to catch it?" Song Xue'an nodded, but still looked a little nervous, "But, can I ask, based on your experience, is this a personal grudge, or is it possible that it has something to do with the developer?"

Eh...... Wait a minute...... No, he's an old man who picks up rags, what can he offend outside!

If that's the developer...... In fact, my aunt's family is still very good at discussing and talking, and they refused to sign because they were not signed by their neighbors, and they were embarrassed to be 'traitors, be the first bird!'

If they really say that there is no negotiation, they are willing to sign! And I'm just her nephew, and the compensation for this house can't fall into my hands if I give more or less, so I have a debtor and a debtor, and it shouldn't be counted on my head at this time, right?"

"We're not killers sent by anyone, what's the point of you telling us this?" Huo Yan felt that Song Xue'an was really a little too noisy, "If you don't feel safe enough to live here, you can choose to move out, after all, you are not a resident here."

"Listen to you, I really want to move here! I'll think about it again!" When Song Xue'an heard "move away", he was a little flustered just now, but now he seemed to calm down a little, his eyes glanced over these things in his room, and the urge to move away seemed to have cooled down.

"Have you ever met Yan Dayuan outside these nights, or seen Yan Dayuan through the window? Did he go out at night in the past?" Ning Shuyi saw that he seemed to have calmed down, and continued to ask.

Song Xue'an shook his head: "No! I usually meet him during the day, and it's not easy to park around here, so I usually park around, a little more reliable, and then walk over.

In the past, I had met Yan Dayuan outside picking up rags and being chased away, and around us, I had also met him buying steamed buns from outside and coming back.

He didn't talk to us much, so he could still say hello to Uncle Pan, and I was also familiar with Uncle Pan because he was helping Uncle Pan buy things, so I knew that the old man who picked up the rags was called Yan Dayuan.

That old man is like he has eaten gunpowder, he can't talk to anyone well, it's quite annoying, and he quarrels with people a lot outside, but I really haven't seen anyone do anything with him, after all, he's so old."