On the other side, at a certain intersection in Jiangnan City.
Two young men carrying buckets and dry rags were washing cars as they passed by.
As one of the contestants of "100s of Life", No. 23 Zhao Chenggang had already realized this when he participated in the show.
If you just go to work, there is absolutely no way to stand out among these thirty-two people and win the final grand prize.
Therefore, he, who is known as a visionary, did not choose his previous job at all, but without hesitation chose to start his own business - washing cars and cleaning windows.
He used the living fund distributed by the program group to buy a bucket of linen and car wash detergent, and then started his day's work.
Although it looks a little chilly, there is no doubt that this is a very reliable job.
First of all, people come and go every day, and the customers passing by are basically different, which can attract a lot of viewers to stay in the live broadcast room.
Secondly, although the job seems a bit shabby, you still earn more than you would at work.
Especially wealthy people who drive luxury cars will also give tips from time to time.
From working in the morning to now, Zhao Cheng has made nearly three hundred yuan. He recovered the cost in just one day and even made one hundred more.
Moreover, the popularity of the live broadcast room remains at the forefront of the contestants. Those who make more money than him are not as popular as others, and those who are more popular than him are not as profitable as him.
When he thought of this, Zhao Cheng couldn't help but admire his own intelligence.
Now he seems to have seen the final 50 million grand prize waving to him!
However, the photographer next to him looked a little unhappy, as if he had been squeezed dry.
The photographer finished wiping the car with a rag and looked at Zhao Cheng extremely weakly.
"Brother! It's almost eleven o'clock. Can we go to dinner now?"
They had only eaten breakfast since morning, and hadn't even eaten lunch or dinner. He was about to faint from hunger.
After Zhao Cheng heard what the photographer said, he sighed helplessly, shook his head and said:
"Today's young people are too weak. Haven't they just missed two meals? Do you think there's nothing wrong with me?"
After speaking, Zhao Cheng also placed a few poss.
When the photographer heard this, he was almost so angry that he threw the thirty or forty-pound camera at him.
This is a typical example of standing and talking without pain in the back. I have been carrying such a heavy machine to help him for so long, but Zhao Cheng turned around and said that I was weak? ? ?
The photographer immediately threw the rag on the ground and gave up.
But Zhao Cheng's next words made him silently pick up the rag again.
"If you do this for another half hour, I will treat you to a big dinner!"
Zhao Cheng glanced at his time. It was almost eleven o'clock, and there were fewer and fewer cars in the driveway.
He was also getting ready and planning to get off work.
Although the photographer cannot bear hardships, he still helped me a lot after all.
Naturally, he would not be stingy with the photographer, and planned to treat the photographer to a nice meal.
When the photographer heard this, he became motivated to work again.
At the intersection, a sky blue taxi stopped in front of the traffic light.
"Da da da!"
"Boss, do you need to clean the glass and wash the car? It only costs ten yuan to wash the car and clean the glass!"
The car window slowly rolled down, and a very handsome man sat in the driver's seat and stuck his head out.
This person is Lu Chen.
Lu Chen looked at Zhao Cheng and the photographer in front of him and frowned involuntarily.
"Are you a contestant in various aspects of life?"
Luo Cheng and the photographer were stunned for a moment, then nodded and confirmed:
"Yes! Boss, you are also watching our show! Just because you are a fan of our show, I will give you a discount on today's order. I will clean your glass for free and only charge you for washing your car!"
The co-pilot did not roll down the window, so Zhao Cheng naturally couldn't see clearly what was going on inside.
Although today is the first day of the broadcast of "Life", the total number of viewers is not large so far.
But at least it is the first large-scale reality show in China, and it has done a lot of publicity before, so it is recognized by people.
Zhao Cheng didn't think there was anything strange, but felt a little happy in his heart. He was considered a celebrity after all!
"Only five dollars?"
Lu Chen was a little surprised. After all, he had never heard of such a cheap price.
Besides, my car hasn't been washed much for a long time. It looked like it had accumulated a lot of dust from the outside, so I nodded in agreement.
When Zhao Cheng saw Lu Chen agreed, he felt even more happy. Today's sales increased by five yuan!
He quickly picked up the rag and started wiping the car.
While Lu Chen looked at Zhao Cheng who was working hard to clean the car, he asked for information.
"Brother...do you make money doing this?"
"Hey, it's all about earning some hard-earned money. If you can make one or two hundred a day, it's pretty good!"
Zhao Cheng was cautious and did not tell Lu the truth.
Instead, he hid the tips he gave to others for cleaning luxury cars. If not counting that, it would only be around one or two hundred a day.
"Although I earn hard-earned money, I am the boss after all, which is better than working part-time!"
Zhao Cheng was cleaning the car windows while chatting with Lu Chen, not forgetting to canvass votes for himself.
"I am guest number 23. If the boss is interested, you can come to the live broadcast room to support me!"
"I've also watched your show. It's not that I'm watching No. 32. That young man is handsome and kind-hearted. I think it's pretty good!"
When the photographer sitting in the passenger seat heard Lu Chen's words, he wanted to cover his face in shame and wanted to find a crack in the ground to crawl into.
How could he say this? ? ?
The audience in the live broadcast room also recognized Zhao Chenglai in front of them and laughed out loud.
[How could No. 32 have the nerve to say such words and praise himself in front of his face? ? ? 】
[I can only say that Brother Lu is so thick-skinned! Poor No. 23 was manipulated by him and even gave him a discount! 】
[I wonder if No. 23 would be filled with regret if he knew the truth of the matter! 】
【……】
Zhao Cheng blinked his eyes and seemed to remember something when he heard Lu Chen talking about the 32nd in front of him.
"I think I heard someone say something about the 32nd, but I heard that he didn't make any money in a day, and his popularity in the live broadcast room is also at the bottom. I guess he only has good looks, right?"
Zhao Cheng still feels that hard-working people like himself who can make money and maintain popularity in the live broadcast room are worth seeing.
He completely didn't notice that Lu Chen's face in front of him became extremely embarrassed. Lu Chen's mouth twitched and he continued following Zhao Cheng's words:
"No, I also think that a young man like you who is willing to work hard has a future!"
After saying that, Lu Chen patted Zhao Cheng on the shoulder sincerely.
Hearing this, Zhao Cheng worked harder.
"By the way, how much money did No. 32 make today?"
"Not much, just a thousand yuan, right?"
Lu Chen waved his hands and said, as for the 100,000 cash rewarded by the system, he had already received a notification text message from the program team.
The source of the one hundred thousand yuan is unknown, and it cannot be counted as earned during the show. Otherwise, when everyone only has a few hundred yuan on the first day, and you alone have six figures, how can the show continue?
After hearing Lu Chen's words, Zhao Cheng was stunned, wondering if he had heard wrongly.
"How much...how much???"
"It's not much more than a thousand yuan? This is what he earns in half an hour!"
After that, the red light just turned green.
Lu Chen slowly rolled up the car window, stepped on the accelerator and drove away.
Zhao Cheng and the photographer were left looking confused.
"Brother... they... don't seem to have paid me yet?"
The photographer looked at Zhao Cheng with a blank expression. Zhao Cheng was dumbfounded and couldn't help but collapsed and said:
"One...a thousand dollars? How many cars does this cost?"
