Cannon Fodder is No Longer with Me

    Fishing is a common tactic in the live broadcast room. It only needs to make some remarks that seem to be mentally retarded and sensible, and usually the fans of the anchor will naturally refute.

    Some of them even knew they were fishing, but they couldn't help but get angry and wanted to refute. As long as the rhythm is brought up, the entire live broadcast room will be smoky, and the audience will be persuaded to retreat.

    But obviously, Shui Jun didn't expect Mu Xing's live broadcast room to be like this.

    In other words, the navy that Li Xin paid for is mainly for star business.

    Provoked disputes among fans, they are familiar, but unfortunately live fans and star fans are obviously different.

    Most of them are passers-by who do not chase stars, both men and women, and they do not love the anchor deeply.

    You attacked Mu Xing's small body, attacked his appearance, and the audience watching him selling persimmons didn't care at all.

    As for the other fans of Mu Xingyan who came for their looks, they said: Your choice is too low-level, and I simply did not refute your interest.

    Mu Xing didn't watch the public screen unless he was interacting in his spare time during the live broadcast, so he didn't know that a wave of sailors had just arrived.

    He carried a basket on his back and pointed forward as he walked forward, there were already many people there.

    "These are all here to pick persimmons. Some are hired helpers, and some are relatives of everyone in the village. At this time of the year, they come to help." Mu Xing smiled and turned back and pointed. , "Okay, let's start picking persimmons!"

    After he finished speaking, he leaned the bamboo pole for persimmon picking against the tree, followed the trunk of the tree, and climbed up at once.

    [Every time I watch the stars climb a tree, I feel panic in my heart. ]

    [This tree is really tall from this angle, the anchor pays attention to safety]

    [This height, if it were me, I would not dare to move at all. ]

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    Liu Xue carried the camera, did not follow the climbing tree, but made a big circle around the mountain.

    He actually suggested that Mu Xing wear a camera on himself, after all, the audience is there to see him.

    Mu Xing said: "No need, we are mainly for selling goods. You take good pictures, let the audience see with their own eyes how the persimmons they bought come from, and build a good reputation. In the future, we will The sales of persimmons in Xiaoxi Village will not be worrying about.”

    Liu Xue also really admires him, he really doesn't care about such a huge number of fans, he really only wants to sell goods.

    Who knows the audience is quite novel:

    [I didn't expect that I would actually watch people pick persimmons in the live broadcast room. ]

    [Not to mention, when I remembered that there were dozens of catties of persimmons I bought, I suddenly felt very interesting. ]

    [Auntie has a giant persimmon on it! picked it up! ]

    [Good guy, anchor, look at this more than half an hour, how many minutes have you appeared? Water time hammer (dog head)]

    [Don't make trouble, the anchor didn't sign a contract at all, where did the live broadcast time come from (dog head)]

    [It looks so interesting, my home is in Xincheng County, and I go home for the weekend, can I help pick persimmons? ]

    At this time, the camera turned, only to see Mu Xing put a few baskets down the tree with ropes, and then jumped down on his own.

    Then the audience watched helplessly as Mu Xing walked tens of meters away with a half-human-height basket full of persimmons in one hand.

    The camera was close, and the audience photographer asked him: "Are you tired?"

    Mu Xing shook his head and took off his hat to fan himself: "I'm not tired, but it's a little hot, I'm sweating."

    Liu Xue suddenly became very understanding, and the camera suddenly zoomed in—

      He seemed to feel something, and looked sideways in confusion.

    The barrage suddenly looked like a fried chicken coop!

    [Ah, ah, ah, what about my Wei? Come out and die! ]

    [The photographer understands me! ]

    [I see Xingxingzi's eyelashes! I don't care if my baby blinked at me just now, he's just teasing me! ]

    [In the past, when I saw a man sweating, I could only think of the word stinky sweat. Sorry, I am superficial. ]

    [What about Mu Xing's work as a sunspot? How about a black spot with several layers of powder on a person's face? Now I'm going to show it to my mother. Is your foundation able to sweat so much without the slightest trace? ]

    [Why are there so many screaming chickens on the barrage? The old man really can't stand it. I only rely on the anchor's arm strength, this basket should have a hundred pounds, right? How strong is this arm? ]

    [New audience, I heard that the anchor used to be a star, and there is a lot of black material? I don't care about anything else. It's the first time I've seen an anchor who brings goods so hard, and he even goes to work in person, so I paid attention. ]

    [I apologize, I am not a sailor, but I also scolded the anchor for being weak. Now I admit my mistake, I think he can beat me ten times :)]

    "That's right." Mu Xing filled half a bottle of water, suddenly remembered something, and said, "The photographer said that other anchors have benefits for fans, so let me get one too. "

    He smiled at the camera and let out a big white tooth: "I don't have anything good to give you, this is the first batch of persimmons that have ripened this year in Xiaoxi Village. Audience, when the time comes, we will divide it into ten parts and send it over."

    [I love photography brother! Add chicken thighs to the little brother! ]

    [Ah ah ah I can I can! pump me! ]

    [The photographer is my husband, hey hey maybe I can go through the back door? ]

    [Contract Xingxingzi with this sunny smile, and then pump me! ]

    [Xingxingzi personally picked the persimmons for fans, I = Xingxingzi fans, so these are the persimmons that Xingxingzi picked for me, and the rounding is that I am in love with Xingxingzi! smoke! ]

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    Mu Xing enabled the background lottery mechanism, and the list soon appeared.

    "Congratulations on guarding the stars, staying up late to cultivate immortals, the world is not worth it... Ten fans in the 10,000,000 rooms of Ander Plaza won the lottery. Remember to leave your address, and I'll pack the things and send them to you after work in the afternoon."

    Mu Xing waved to the camera: "Okay, enough rest. I continue to pick persimmons."

    It is said that picking persimmons live broadcast is real live picking persimmons. Except for the lottery, Mu Xing has almost no other interaction with the audience.

    It is quite boring, but the number of viewers in the live broadcast room has stabilized at a high number, even two hours later, when Mu Xing wanted to say goodbye to everyone, many fans expressed :

    [Don't turn it off, I'm doing my homework on my phone, and I'll watch it for a while when I'm taking a break, I think it's quite interesting. ]

    [Yes, you are picking persimmons anyway, so just keep on broadcasting. ]

    [Please don't shut down the host, you can leave it alone and leave us alone. My grandfather is also watching your live broadcast. He watched it with gusto, and he seldom had it since he moved to live with us in the city. He also told me that picking persimmons was very hard work, and I had to give you a reward if you knew this stuff could be rewarded. ]

    Mu Xing looked at the barrage, stunned for a moment, and then asked: "Do you like to watch persimmons?"

    [like like]

    Mu Xing laughed: "Then your hobbies are really special."

    He looked back at the mountain behind him: "What's so beautiful about this?"

    There is no harm in this matter, he said: "It is up to the photographer to decide, it is him who is tired. I asked him if he would like to work overtime."

    Liu Xue is of course willing. After the communication, Mu Xing smiled and said, "Brother Liu said there is no problem, so it will not be closed today."

    User "Guardian" gave ten stars.

    [Guardian]: I'll buy you sunscreen tomorrow.

    Only Liu Xue understood this. His mood was suddenly very complicated.

    Fans didn’t understand, but they also opened rewards:

    [Brother working hard for photography, let the stars add chicken legs for you. ]

    [The anchors and photographers have worked hard, as have uncles and aunts, please have a drink. ]

    The screen is full of special effects light of gifts.

    Mu Xing said: "Thank you, everyone, don't waste your money, these persimmons are happier than anything else."

    Chang Yiming opened the trumpet and squatted in the live broadcast room, watching Mu Xing interact with fans freely, watching his beautiful face, watching him leave the camera to pick persimmons, watching the live broadcast high popularity.

    His face became more and more gloomy.

    He hasn't been doing well recently, and it's not bad. After all, MRC is already a boy group with a little splash of stars, so it won't be miserable.

    But they can't get up all the time, although they won't be given a face, the treatment has dropped again and again.

    In particular, now that there is no Mu Xing who can block the gun, the pressure is all on him as the captain.

    He hated Mu Xing before, but he was not like Xu Wen, the idiot who showed his likes and dislikes on his face. He never speaks ill of Mu Xing, nor does he conflict with him.

    Mu Xing, who was despised by no one before, left MRC with unprecedented popularity, but MRC who lost Mu Xing became more and more blurred.

    Occasionally participate in activities, often have competitors mocking them openly and secretly, even if there is a golden watermelon.

    Even he knew that in private, many former MRC career fans had secretly lost their fans and went to pay attention to Mu Xing. Because career fans are generally attracted to strong, Mu Xing's poor performance in the past, they scolded vigorously. Now that Mu Xinghuo was over, they followed quietly.

    There are many fans who agree with this statement.

    Now, every day in MRC's super chat, fans are asking when Mu Xing will come back.

    After all, who is not jealous of Mu Xing's traffic now? Does Chang Yiming not want to?

    But he knew that the company had contacted Mu Xing, and the other party refused obviously and gave no hope at all.

    At this time, Li Xin called.

    "Your program at Cotai TV's Mid-Autumn Festival Gala was cut."

    "What did you say?"

    Li Xin was obviously very angry: "They said that the program was too long and could only cut a few."

    Chang Yiming asked: "That's why we were cut? We rehearsed for this show for a few months, and even rejected a commercial event! Why?"

    He was on fire, and his tone was naturally unpleasant.

    Li Xin's tone also hardened: "Why are you angry with me? You have the ability to find them yourself, and take the show back with your ability! Also, if it weren't for you guys being too **** , If there are too few fans, can they cut your show? If Mu Xing is here, they will probably only rush you to the prime time!"

    Chang Yiming wants to say that you think of him now, and you liked him more than anyone before when you scold him!

    But it was the manager, he didn't dare to say this, and hung up the phone.

    Looking at the live broadcast page on the computer again, he looked obscure.

    Mu Xing, we have worked together for two years, and I have never offended you.

    Now, we can only ask you to help us.