empire superstar

Chapter 57

"Brother, can you stop being so cold! Can you please reply me?"

"Did you forget Nujia, Nujia is that beautiful little Daji!"

"There is a little Daji on the other side of the mountain and on the other side of the sea~"

"Hey, little brother, do you still remember that female anchor with beautiful breasts?"

"Please reply, dear ヽ(ω)ゝ!!"

Liao Yuan fell into deep thought as he watched the series of short messages on the site sent by the female anchor nicknamed Fu Xiaoci.

One minute ago, he found a business card in his wallet. It was a cheap assistant that Fu Yuntao introduced to him after hearing about his idea of ​​entering the anchor world. He said it was a female anchor with good traffic, or his relative. Sister, the so-called honoring the virtuous without avoiding relatives is probably true.

At first, he thought the words "Fu Xiaoci" on the business card looked familiar, so he didn't pay much attention to them, but just after accidentally browsing through the SMS mailbox of Station J, he was instantly attracted by the words "Anchor Fu Xiaoci".

Looking at Fu Xiaoci's COS animation character profile picture, Liao Yuan seemed to be able to vaguely see the appearance of the other party in the piano store that day:
A young female anchor with a foxy face, wearing anime cosplay costumes, and half-exposed breasts, appeared in front of her holding a selfie stick...

"Is there such a coincidence?"

Liao Yuan carefully looked at the business card. In addition to the three words Fu Xiaoci, the suffix also included the words "Small Yellow Fish Culture Brokerage Co., Ltd." signed anchor, etc., and finally the address and contact information.

After thinking for a while, he opened the text message box, entered text on the edit box, and clicked on the message to "Anchor Fu Xiaoci" to send: "Are you there?"

"Yes, Great God!!"

In less than ten seconds, the anchor Fu Xiaoci sent a text message: "Oh my god, the master actually replied to me! Touching ing!!"

Liao Yuan was a bit unaccustomed to this passionate way of chatting online, he struggled for 2 minutes before replying: "Hehe, hello!"

"Hello, very good, very good! God, can you add WeChat? WeChat chat is more convenient."

It can be seen that the anchor Fu Xiaoci was very pleasantly surprised by Liao Yuan's reply. Not only was the language very radical, but he also took the initiative to give out the WeChat number.

If Fu Xiaoci's fans knew about this kind of thing, they would definitely be beating their chests.

How many straight men, stupid men, wretched men want to ask for a kiss on WeChat, but they can't get it, unless they reward tens of thousands of oranges.

At this time, Liao Yuan was already [-]% to [-]% sure that this Fu Xiaoci was that Fu Xiaoci, so he didn't add WeChat, just picked up his mobile phone and dialed the phone number on his business card.

After a while, a delicate voice sounded: "Who is that?"

Liao Yuan asked: "Hello, is this Fu Xiaoci?"

"It's me, who are you?"

"I'm Liao Yuan."

"Who is Liao Yuan? I don't know him, so I'm dead."

"Beep, beep, beep, beep..."

Liao Yuan listened to the blind voice on the phone with a confused expression on his face.

Drip, drip.

A prompt sound came from the computer, and "anchor Fu Xiaoci" sent four or five inquiry text messages in a row because he had not received a reply from Asdfghj for a long time.

Liao Yuan held back his temper and typed on the keyboard word by word: "I just called you."

"Anchor Fu Xiaoci" sent three question marks: "??? Nani?"

A few seconds later, a new message came from the text box again: "Damn it?? Uncle A? You made the call just now?"

Seeing this, Liao Yuan sighed and was about to reply when the phone beside the table buzzed and vibrated.

Liao Yuan looked down at the caller ID and answered, "Hello."

"sorry Sorry sorry……"

After saying sorry seven or eight times in a row, Fu Xiaoci shouted excitedly: "Uncle A, you are so handsome! Are you a hacker? How did you get my phone number? I can't imagine that pianists are so versatile nowadays, huh Chick, my heart is very happy, Chick!"

Liao Yuan got goosebumps all over his body, and regretted wasting time on getting to know this unreliable female anchor, so he said: "I may have called the wrong number, sorry to bother you, please leave."

"Hey?"

Fu Xiaoci's voice became anxious: "Don't, what are you doing, I'm speaking normally, speaking normally."

Liao Yuan resisted the urge to hang up the phone, and said bluntly, "Brother Ling is Fu Yuntao's director?"

"That's right."

Fu Xiaoci was surprised: "Uncle A, how do you know?"

Liao Yuan smiled and said, "Director Fu and I just met each other this morning. Director Fu gave me your business card. I think this name looks familiar. When I came back, I found your name in the news on the station."

"Huh? Isn't this too coincidental?"

Fu Xiaoci was a little skeptical: "Why did my brother give you my business card? Could it be... isn't it? Did my brother tell you that he has a big breasts, buttocks, white skin, beautiful skin, and can earn money and support his family? Under the hall, you can enter the kitchen, a cute, cute, obedient, gentle sister who can both fuck and fuck, so Uncle A, you can't help but get burned and asked my brother for a phone number?"

Liao Yuan: "??? Excuse me, please leave."

"Hey, don't, don't, I promise to speak normally this time."

Fu Xiaoci swears three poisonous oaths in succession, only then did Liao Yuan stop the urge to hang up the phone.

"I'm new to station J, and I don't understand a lot about the website."

Liao Yuan reorganized his language: "So I want to find a senior who has experience in this field to teach me, especially in terms of live broadcasting, Miss Fu, how can I keep the number of viewers in the live broadcast at the top of the list without showing my face, making a sound or interacting with her?" Straight up, I think you must have your own method."

"Uncle A, do you know the Seven Sons of the Empire?"

Fu Xiaoci said seriously: "If you are the Seven Sons of the Empire, even if the screen is black during your live broadcast, the number of viewers will increase in a straight line."

"What seven sons of the empire?" Liao Yuan was taken aback.

"You do not know?"

Fu Xiaoci was a little surprised, but explained patiently: "The Seven Sons of the Empire are the top entertainers in the domestic entertainment industry. It is a saying that has only become popular in the past two years. Each of them has more than hundreds of millions of fans around the world. The four returnees are even more popular, and they have a strong ability to realize their popularity at home and abroad..."

Liao Yuan was stunned, but obviously not very interested in it, "That is to say, if I am not popular, my premise is empty talk, isn't it?"

"No, no, Uncle A, although you are not popular, you have potential. My family likes potential stocks the most... Well, come on, Uncle A, have you ever thought about participating in the One Emperor and Four Emperor Piano Competition?" What about it?" Fu Xiaoci asked sincerely.

Liao Yuan shook his head and said, "I haven't thought about it."

Fu Xiaoci added: "With your strength, Uncle A, it's not easy to stand out in this piano competition. At that time, your popularity will rise? If you can win the champion of the competition area, it will be even better! If you can Get the final Yidi Grand Prize directly, wow, you can get tens of millions of bonuses directly! What kind of anchor will you be at that time, just lie down and count the money!"

Liao Yuan smiled: "This is an offline competition, if I participate, then the premise I want will no longer exist!"

"That's easy, just wear a mask!"

Fu Xiaoci groaned: "As for the communication, it's even easier. Hire the slave family to be your manager, and the slave family promises to arrange for you to be comfortable and want to die..."

Liao Yuan: "..."

Second Battalion Commander, where's your fucking Italian cannon? !

　Sorry, I'm really sleepy, let's update it today... The author's procrastination is too bad...

　　
　
(End of this chapter)