The live broadcast ended at 11 o'clock in the evening, but Zhou Yuwen and the others didn't go to bed until two in the morning. The main purpose was to summarize what mistakes had occurred during the live broadcast, and to see how the results of this live broadcast were.

In general, this live broadcast was a success. Zhao Siyu gained exposure. In the past, there were at most five to six thousand people watching a live broadcast, but this time it exceeded 100,000 people.

Zhou Yuwen went from a novice to a fan base of 400,000, becoming an internet celebrity.

In addition, the total amount of props and rewards for this live broadcast exceeded 100,000 yuan. Excluding the 50% that the platform took away, Zhou Yuwen shared half with their company, and Zhou Yuwen also received 25,000 yuan.

Zhao Siyu was even worse, and could only receive 12,500 yuan.

Even so, Xia Zhiyun was still shocked after learning about tonight's profit.

The live broadcast was held at Xia Zhiyun's home, and Xia Zhiyun must have known it. However, Xia Zhiyun had been in the living room during the live broadcast and did not disturb them. Now after the live broadcast, she came in to share the results with the two children.

Xia Zhiyun was wearing a home-style turtleneck white sweater, with her long hair hanging down naturally, exuding the faint fragrance of shampoo.

Because she was at home and it was late at night, Xia Zhiyun was dressed very casually. Her upper body was wrapped in a white loose sweater that covered her beautiful figure, and her chest was bulging.

The sweater covered her thighs. Xia Zhiyun originally didn't wear pants after taking a shower, but when she was watching TV in the living room, she felt her legs were a little cold, so she casually found a pair of black velvet stockings and put them on her legs.

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Wearing black silk stockings, Xia Zhiyun's already slender and tall legs became even more flawless. Zhou Yuwen and Zhao Siyu were settling accounts over there, while Xia Zhiyun was sitting on the sofa with her legs slightly together.

When she heard that the income in one night was nearly 50,000 yuan, Xia Zhiyun couldn't help but said: "It's just one night and you have made so much. From now on, if you live broadcast every night, you can make 150 yuan in a month."

Ten thousand?"

Looking at Xia Zhiyun's shocked look with her mouth open, Zhou Yuwen couldn't help but chuckle and said: "How is it possible? The reason why there are so many people this time is because this is our first live broadcast, and there is my sister.

The company's resources are pushed there. Live broadcasting every day will definitely cause visual fatigue, and netizens are not just stupid rich people with too much money."

Xia Zhiyun felt that it made sense after hearing this. She was stupid and stuck out her tongue playfully. Xia Zhiyun looked at Zhou Yuwen with admiration and said: "Even though you are like this Yuwen, you are very good. You made money in one night."

It cost me one month’s salary! It’s amazing!”

Zhou Yuwen was a little embarrassed to be looked at by Aunt Xia like this, and he touched his nose and did not dare to look at Xia Zhiyun.

At this time, Zhao Siyu expressed that he was very unhappy and muttered: "You can get 25,000, but I can only get 12,000. It's not fair at all."

Zhao Siyu was sitting crookedly on the carpet, and it felt like his jade body was lying on the ground. When Zhou Yuwen heard Zhao Siyu speak like this, he couldn't help but touched Zhao Siyu's head and complained: "Just be content! If you don't have me,

You can’t even earn ten thousand or two thousand, otherwise you can resolve it with the company and I’ll focus on taking you to live broadcast?”

"No, I just want to film!" Zhao Siyu said with a swollen face and knocked Zhou Yuwen's hand off his head. Hum, it's not big or small.

Zhou Yuwen himself was very happy to earn 25,000 yuan in just one day. At this level in the future, he would definitely be able to earn the first pot of gold.

As for continuing to do live broadcasts, Zhou Yuwen has never thought about it.

No matter how much money an anchor makes, he is still a front-line worker and the one oppressed by capital.

And Zhou Yuwen doesn’t want to be a producer, he wants to control the means of production, he wants to become capital!

But it's too early to say these words now.

Zhou Yuwen stretched out: "Ah, I have been live broadcasting for three or four hours. I am so hungry. Aunt Xia, do you have anything to eat at home?"

Xia Zhiyun looked at Zhou Yuwen's relaxed look and couldn't help but cover her mouth and chuckle, saying, "There are instant noodles, do you want to eat them? I'll give you the next bowl."

"Okay, then let me have a taste of Aunt Xia's noodles." Zhou Yuwen made money today and must be happy.

This was also the family atmosphere that Xia Zhiyun always wanted, so she went to cook noodles with a smile.

Zhao Siyu shouted over there: "I want this too!"

"Okay~" Xia Zhiyun, who had already walked out, replied lightly.

While Xia Zhiyun was cooking noodles, Zhou Yuwen began to reply to Douyin's private messages to himself, as well as plans for the future.

In the kitchen, Xia Zhiyun, who was wearing a white sweater, put on an apron, which gave her a homey feel. From the back, her legs wrapped in black stockings were slender and slender. Even though she was wearing black stockings, there was no difference between a woman and a woman.

There is still a difference. For a woman with fair skin like Aunt Xia, wearing black stockings, you can faintly see the whiteness and softness of her legs. When she is cooking, she can't help but raise one of her calves and put on her cotton mop.

It is slightly separated from the top of the foot, revealing the top of the foot wrapped in black silk, which is also very beautiful.

Zhao Siyu surrounded Xia Zhiyun, like a greedy kitten, looking impatient. He couldn't help but take the chopsticks to have a taste, but Xia Zhiyun opened it directly and glanced at Zhao Siyu angrily.

Zhao Siyu, on the other hand, felt aggrieved.

Zhou Yuwen was replying to private messages on the sofa. Most of the people who chatted with Zhou Yuwen privately were women. Some asked for contact information, some wanted to date, and some women even directly asked Zhou Yuwen what his bank account number was and wanted to transfer money to Zhou Yuwen.

In addition, there are also some labor unions and live broadcast companies who want to sign Zhou Yuwen.

If you sign with them, you will definitely have more resources, but you will not be relatively free.

After his rebirth, Zhou Yuwen's purpose was very clear. He wanted to make money, and he wanted to make more money, but he was definitely not the kind of hard-working anchor who had to shout in the live broadcast room every day, all year round. He wanted to accumulate money through live broadcasts first.

To gain popularity, form your own company and recruit your own anchors.

This world is completely different from Zhou Yuwen's previous world. I don't even recognize some of the popular anchors, but those popular anchors exist, but I don't know where they are.

Zhou Yuwen felt that he could recruit them under him and let them work for him.

No matter how bad it is, I know their popular short video routines and can copy them myself.

For example, the parking lot goddess.

Another example is changing the knife and knife.

There is also the goddess of war in blue.

wait wait wait.

With experience in that world, Zhou Yuwen knows how to avoid lightning, find better anchors, build a bigger live broadcast company, and then enter the entertainment industry through the live broadcast company.

In a few years, live streaming will rise.

What could be more profitable than this line of work?

Zhou Yuwen browsed the private messages and commented on useful private messages, such as those rich women who spent money to buy themselves a night, but Zhou Yuwenli ignored them.

Just when Zhou Yuwen was busy.

A message pops up on WeChat.

Li Yuqing: Are you there?

It was already one o'clock in the morning, and Li Yuqing suddenly sent him a message. Zhou Yuwen felt a little confused, but he still politely asked him a question.

A few more minutes passed, and Li Yuqing still made no move to reply to the message.

At this time, Xia Zhiyun, who had finished cooking, asked Zhou Yuwen to go over for a supper.

Zhou Yuwen agreed, then stood up and didn't look at his phone again.

At this time, the phone screen lit up.

But I saw an unread message on it: Can we get back together?


Chapter completed!