[Come from the other three live broadcast rooms, what's going on here? Is Chu Xinglan ready to start making money? ]
[The other three are still walking their dogs and shopping. What are they doing here? What is Chu Xinglan writing? ]
The cameraman originally just took a picture of Chu Xinglan's back as he bent down to write, but the next moment he fulfilled the netizen's wish and gave a close-up of the cardboard.
I saw a row of large characters on it, the handwriting was neat and neat, and the writing was strong and powerful.
[Hahahaha, no, this task was figured out by Chu Xinglan. Why didn’t I think of this? ]
[Look at Bea’s blank and innocent eyes, she doesn’t know what will happen next. ]
[Now I just want to know what Song Jian would think if he found out that someone was using his good son to 'sell himself', hahahaha. ]
Another burst of 'hahaha' floated over the barrage.
Chu Xinglan dried the handwriting, found a rope, put it around Bia's neck, and took her to sit down next to the boss's stall.
Be prepared to wait and see.
During this process, Bea behaved like a fake dog. She raised her front paws and sat on the ground.
The handsome meteorite Bian Mu and the extraordinary handsome man sitting next to him, this combination is undoubtedly a very eye-catching presence in the entire market street.
Plus the brand on the dog’s chest.
Immediately, several young girls came forward to ask.
Chu Xinglan touched Bia’s dog’s head and introduced, “Internet celebrity Bian Mu Bia is worth two yuan for a hug and five yuan for a photo.”
The girl looked at Chu Xinglan with some uncertainty in her eyes and asked, "Is this really Bia? Are you...are you Chu Xinglan?"
The little sister next to her pulled her arm, her eyes brightening, "It's true, it's true, watch the live broadcast!"
"Then I want a hug."
"I also want to hug him and take pictures!"
Two or three girls shouted over each other. Chu Xinglan nodded and arranged for her to come one by one.
"Where's the payment code? I don't have any cash."
Chu Xinglan glanced at the cameraman and saw him taking out his mobile phone from his pocket and showing the payment code, "The director arranged it."
"Don't worry, Mr. Chu, we will help you calculate how much money you have earned by then."
Chu Xinglan: "..."
OK.
Chu Xinglan silently withdrew his gaze.
[Camera Brother: Don’t stare at me about this, I’m scared. This is the director’s arrangement. If you want to blame you, blame him! ]
[Just accept the money and keep silent. ]
[The cameraman is always quick to throw the blame away, just for fear of accidentally damaging Chi Yu. ]
From just a few girls at the beginning, to now, more and more people come to pet their dogs and take photos.
The queue was long.
When it was a girl's turn, she was excited and incoherent, "You, I, I want to hug... I want to hug you, not the dog."
"Oooh, I'm sorry, I'm so excited."
Chu Xinglan curled his lips and smiled, "It's okay, it's okay."
The girl stepped forward with some restraint, hugged the dog, took a photo, and stood silently beside him for a long time without leaving.
Chu Xinglan noticed her and asked patiently, "Is there anything else you can do?"
"I......"
The girl's cheeks turned red, "I've liked you for a long time, can you give me an autograph?"
"Can."
This side has already started collecting money, but looking at the other three live broadcast rooms.
[This kid Song Jian has been unlucky since he was a child. You see, he has already finished the 400-meter run of the 800-meter run, and he can't even find the entrance. ]
[I thought it was so funny yesterday when he took Bea to Uncle Zhang’s house to exchange for fish. Just as they were stocking the fish pond, Uncle Zhang grabbed him and went down to the pond to help fish. Hahahaha, one person and one dog suffered. Old sin. ]
[Today's Biya is Niu Hulu Biya. She has helped Chu Xinglan earn a lot of money. Song Jian will be depressed to death when he hears that his dog is so cooperative with others, right? ]
[Already looking forward to it! ]
He didn't know whether Song Jian would be depressed to death in the future, but now he felt that he was about to be exhausted.
The released Whiskey was like a bird returning to the forest, dragging him around with its feet.
I almost walked around this place.
"Wait, wait! Weishili, don't run away..."
The task is not done yet!
The dog's ears seemed to be blocked by earwax, and he couldn't hear anything at all.
Anshu also learned a little bit about it. It happened that the street had an artistic style, and there were all kinds of boutiques and musical instrument stores.
Anshu found a guitar store, negotiated with the owner, and borrowed a guitar.
Not far from the store entrance, there is street music and singing.
The little Shiba Inu dogs, one yellow and one black, sat on both sides of her, like two little guards.
More and more people were watching, and profits gradually began to come.
Each of the four people was assigned to a different place. Xu Mengqing led the little Samoyed to the mission location.
Changming Street is lined with snacks and restaurants.
"Sir, the dog can help you look after the store, and I can be a waiter. Please consider it." Xu Mengqing was negotiating with the person in charge of the restaurant.
Hearing this, the person in charge glanced at Yunyou and waved his hand, "A dog like this can guard the door for me? No, no, the waiters in the store are enough. You'd better ask elsewhere."
Xu Mengqing had no choice but to lead the dog out.
This is the fifth time they have hit a wall.
Xu Mengqing specializes in high-end hotels, and every time he goes in, he is refused to come out.
The most outrageous thing is that the first few inquiries just wanted Yunyou to be their watchdog, and they didn't mention themselves at all.
Yunyou felt very angry about this.
"Yuyu, I just said she is hateful, it's too much. I don't want to follow her at all."
The little koi comforted him, "You, right, if you persist a little longer, if you endure today, you can return to Chu Xinglan!"
The little Samoyed took off with its little paws and almost couldn't keep up with Xu Mengqing's pace, panting.
"Teacher Xu, Teacher Xu, you can walk a little slower, Sesame Paste may not be able to keep up with you." The cameraman reminded.
Xu Mengqing stopped in surprise and turned around, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I was too eager to complete the task and didn't notice this. The little cutie shouldn't blame me, right?"
