Chapter Thirty-Eight: A Letter from a Stranger
"The Lonely Eternal" is a song with a passionate melody, but without losing its feminine beauty.
When he was hot-blooded, Lin Mengling sang impassionedly, and his facial expression showed a heroic posture.
When she was feminine, Lin Mengling sang with lingering sounds, and her ethereal voice echoed in the live broadcast room, all relying on her natural voice.
The creator is really unfair, and he is not stingy at all with his preference for Lin Mengling.
The sweet voice of the person to describe Lin Mengling may be the most appropriate.
The 4-minute song, in Ye Wen's heart, in the hearts of passers-by, is just a moment.
Ye Wen closed his eyes and enjoyed the melody brought by Lin Mengling, and the song ended, staring at Lin Mengling.
may only need to write the songs that were popular in her life and write all the music scores to her, and she can make a fortune with her singing.
Her mastery of the song is not inferior to the original song.
Ye Wen thought about it and copied other people's songs to get rich.
Nests, waste.
It's a very immoral thing.
Plagiarism is the most shameful act, and this time it's just a reference.
Lin Mengling can rely on her talent to get ahead, I don't have to worry about her, not to mention that teaching her to plagiarize is an insult to her.
"Well sung." Ye Wen looked at Lin Mengling and applauded quietly.
Lin Mengling responded to Ye Wen with a smile.
The live broadcast room was silent and then boiling, and only a second passed.
"Time is too fast, Xiaobai's singing voice is so beautiful."
"This song is at least ten years ahead of the current song level."
"Attention, attention, people are beautiful, the voice is sweet, if you don't pay attention, heaven will not tolerate it."
After a fierce compliment, Lin Mengling clasped her hands together and made a pleased expression.
"It's not easy to be a newcomer, I hope the audience will pay attention to me, it's really important to me."
Hearing this, passers-by paid attention one after another.
From the original more than 5,000 fans, it has risen to 15,000 fans.
A song has made her 10,000 followers.
Sharp-eyed passers-by also noticed, "It's unheard of, how incredible it is that a newcomer can increase 10,000 fans in the time of a song." ”
"Get in the car, get in the car, brothers, I'll get in the car first."
At this time, the screen pops up an animation of swiping the card on the car.
Lin Mengling didn't understand the meaning, and turned her head towards Ye Wen, looking for an answer.
Ye Wen explained to him in a soft voice, "Getting on the bus is a kind of VIP system, there are two kinds of getting on the bus, one is the bus, 128 yuan a month, there are special effects every time you enter the live broadcast room, and it is a distinguished 25-level live broadcast room member, this brother recharges you on the bus, and your income is 64 yuan now." ”
"And what about the other one getting in the car?"
"The other is to get on a private car, which is the noble existence of the live broadcast room, 648 yuan a month, directly promoted to a 30-level live broadcast room member, and your income will be 324 yuan."
"It's only 64 yuan for 324 yuan, which is not a lot."
"Don't worry, you watch." Ye Wen seemed to be expecting something in his eyes.
After a while, one after another fans charged Lin Mengling with the boarding system.
Someone even charged Lin Mengling with a private car.
At this time, Lin Mengling's recharge ranking is far ahead of fans of private cars.
"You see, one is very cheap, now there are more than 100 buses, and there are about 10 private cars."
"You've earned more than 13,000 yuan right now."
"Indeed, not bad!"
Lin Mengling hurriedly turned her head and thanked the fans.
"It's almost, it's time to close the live broadcast room." Ye Wen suggested on the side, "Find a reason to close the live broadcast room." ”
"Why, isn't now the time to make money?"
"If you want to be long, you can't satisfy them all at once, you have to give them the illusion that they are near or far."
"Then they will have an idea of your long-term consumption."
"You have a lot of truth in what you say, how do you know anything about live broadcast room marketing?"
Lin Mengling questioned her soul.
"I know a little bit about everything." Ye Wen smiled bitterly.
It's impossible to tell him that in his previous life, he had watched too many short videos and live broadcasts because he was fishing at work.
These routines are just borrowed from their ancestors.
"Listen to you."
"I'm sorry everyone, that's all for tonight's live broadcast room, see you tomorrow at 8 o'clock."
Without waiting for the fans to reply, Lin Mengling quickly closed the live broadcast room and quit the game.
As soon as the chair turned, she lifted her feet and lay down on the bed.
She turned on her phone and looked at her account balance.
I was startled when I saw it, and it turned out that the 13,000 yuan just now had already entered my mobile phone.
She hurriedly opened Ye Wen's Feixin friend and directly transferred 10,000 yuan.
"What are you doing here?" Ye Wen looked down at the news of Feixin.
"Give it back to you, have you forgotten the last time you went to the Yunhai Dragon Court? You gave me 10,000 yuan, and today, when I have money, I will pay you back. ”
"Actually, don't worry, you gave me a large part of your first salary, wouldn't it be good?"
"Don't talk nonsense, I've already forcibly transferred it to you, you can take it."
Seeing that Lin Mengling was bent on making money, Ye Wen had no choice but to accept it.
Ye Wen sighed.
10,000 yuan?
Scold! After today, her ability to make money is far beyond imagination.
said that she was not in a hurry, because she had money to pay back at any time after that.
"Live streaming is really tiring!" Lin Mengling lay on the bed and looked at her phone and sighed.
"Then what else." Ye Wen turned his chair and headed towards Lin Mengling, "It's still enjoyable, the feeling of live broadcasting." ”
"It's okay, it's not what I imagined."
"What's the difference?"
"Does it have to be that clear?"
"Hmm!"
Lin Mengling saw Ye Wen asking again and again, so she had to tell, "I used to think that the people in the live broadcast were all indiscriminate and coquettish. ”
"After today's live broadcast, it turns out that you can also broadcast the content seriously, without going sideways."
"It's great if you know."
Ye Wen wiped the sweat from his forehead.
If everyone looks like you, you're so good-looking.
Those who are forced to wipe the edges are not all crooked and evil ways that no one reads.
Ye Wen also has a correct outlook, thinking that no matter how it is broadcast, it is someone else's hard work to make money, and he should be respected.
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The next morning, Ye Wen returned home after walking Xiao Hei.
"Ye Wen, look!" Lin Mengling handed the phone to Ye Wen.
What appeared in front of Ye Wen's eyes was the news on his mobile phone.
The title is prominently written in large red letters.
[Miracle Girl, creating a live broadcast myth, 30,000 people watched online on the same day]
Ye Wen glanced at the content roughly.
It is the first time that such a grand occasion has appeared in the live broadcast industry.
"Not bad." Ye Wen said to Lin Mengling while cooking dog rice.
"But look at this again."
Ye Wen took the phone and saw the title.
[Lin's fake daughter, turned into an Internet celebrity female anchor]
The news content has repeatedly belittled the live broadcast industry, and it has been revealed that Lin Mengling is the daughter who was kicked out of the house, and it is fake, and it feels like someone maliciously reported it.
"Ignore him, they're all jealous of you." Ye Wen comforted, walked over with dog food, and handed it to Xiao Hei.
Little Black wolfed down his meal.
"Don't let these news affect your mood."
When Lin Mengling heard this, she nodded slightly.
…………
Newspaper.
"Follow the deeds of the female anchor of White Silk last night."
"Background! Age! Job! Identity! Pick it all out for me. ”
"Urgent update."
A young woman walked up to the editor-in-chief.
"Our young lady, I can provide you with information."
The editor-in-chief with a meaty face stood up, "It's that young lady!" ”
"Exactly, you come with me!"
The editor-in-chief followed the young woman to a room.
"The eldest lady of the Lin Group, it's really you."
Lin Chaofeng smiled slightly, pointing to the cash sitting on the table, "My information, not only tell you everything, but also don't want your reward, I will also give you money." ”
"What do you mean?"
"Don't you understand that? It's easy to collect money and do things. The young woman on the side spoke for Lin Chaofeng.
"I see what you mean." The editor-in-chief smiled crookedly, took a bag, and took away all the front of the table.
There was a greedy look in his eyes.
Lin Chaofeng looked out of the floor-to-ceiling window.
How did you make this stinky girl turn over!
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In the evening, close to six or seven o'clock.
Lin Mengling naturally turned on the computer and prepared for the live broadcast.
Looking at the private messages, there are more than 200.
Lin Mengling smiled and read the content of the private message, the first 150 were all sent in the morning, all of which were urging the broadcast and expressing her love.
When Lin Mengling flipped through 151 items, it was a piece of content insulting Lin Mengling, which was sent at four or five o'clock in the afternoon.
Lin Mengling was unhappy in her heart.
It's true that I'm not a banknote, and I can't do it to everyone's liking.
But the next private messages were all insulting to her.
Every private message is full of words like 'bitch', 'liar' and 'going to hell'.
Lin Mengling looked at a loss, what happened.
Ye Wen handed over his mobile phone, "Look, this article is a good thing. ”
Lin Mengling looked at her phone.
[Last night, the miracle girl, not only a fake daughter, but also has a boyfriend, is pregnant, in order to make milk powder money, she does not hesitate to sell her hue to play a young beautiful girl, and calls on netizens to never believe this woman]
When Lin Mengling saw such news, her hands trembled and her face turned blue.
"How can you say that about me? This is clearly a rumor-mongering. ”
"Judging from the current situation, I believe that we may be the only ones who spread rumors."
Ye Wen sighed, "Careless." ”
"There's another risk of forgetting to turn on the camera."
"What a risk."
"That's your Lin family!" Ye Wen didn't have the slightest doubt, but told Lin Mengling very decisively, "Rumors, people who can order newspapers to do this kind of thing, and people who have an enmity against you, I can't think of anyone else except the Lin family." ”
"How so?"
Lin Mengling recalled Lin Zhengnan's words when he was in the hospital, "You can slowly suffer in this world of human suffering." ”
I was shocked.
Dad, do you really want to do this?
"Don't worry, there must be sensible people."
"Yes!"
Lin Mengling quickly opened the list of fans.
Fortunately, there are only more than 1,000 fewer fans, and it seems that things have not completely fermented.
Just as Lin Mengling was relaxing, an instant message rang out.
Lin Mengling thought that there would be no cursing words, so Lin Mengling plucked up the courage to open it.
It's a letter from a stranger.
It reads, "Hello, I'm the one who pushed you the announcement last night. ”
"Tomorrow at 1 p.m. at the Qingyi Cafe."
"There is the truth you want, and it must be told to your face."
Lin Mengling was startled, thinking about pushing an announcement to herself.
I had to thank him in person, but he said there was the truth.
It feels suspicious again.
After thinking about it, it is better to call Ye Wen to go with him, so that he can also take care of it.
What is the truth, exactly?
Lin Mengling couldn't figure it out.