Chapter Fifty-Seven You Got Hung up Again

Anticipating the beginning, Ye Wan never expected such an ending.

It's okay to link her to a financial anchor or an archaeological anchor.

Link to an old monk, do you want her to follow him to Amitabha?

Ding Lingling's cell phone rang, and Ye Wan picked it up.

A burst of joyful laughter of "hahahahaha" came from the receiver.

Qiu Yuze was in a good mood, "Honghuang, you're lucky. The old monk Xuanmiao is very kind. Every time he chatted with fans kindly, recited a few words of Amitabha, and poured a few bowls of chicken soup for the soul, a live broadcast was over. Not bad, not bad, The interactive link won't be until 8 o'clock tomorrow night, so hurry up and read the Vajra Mantra and the Great Compassion Mantra a few times tomorrow, and let's hug Buddha's feet temporarily, and we won't lose too badly if we lose!"

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lose?

Ye Wan keenly grasped the key words, "Isn't it an interactive link? There are winners and losers?"

"Of course there is!"

Qiu Yuze explained patiently: "Or is the platform idle? There is no winning or losing, and the anchors eat too much to do this thankless thing."

"Today and tomorrow, there will be 25 interactions every day, and the ranking will be based on the number of fans and the number of gifts increased in each interaction. Those who win will enter the next interaction, and those who lose will stop here."

"After the PK game after game, the top three in the interactive list, that is, the final three people in this "Dream Comes into Reality", the anchor level will be promoted according to the results, which is also the result that the anchors want."

Knowing that Ye Wan has no interest in whether he is a Bronze anchor or a King anchor, Qiu Yuze said bluntly: "Each level of anchor is different from the level of the platform, you understand!"

Ye Wan's eyes lit up.

"That is to say, the higher the level, the more you get, and the less the platform gets?"

"That's right!"

"Great, I see, hang up, I'm going to read the scriptures!"

The phone hung up unexpectedly, and the girl's cute "I'm going to read the scriptures" was still ringing in my ears, Qiu Yuze: "..."

Ye Wan's fingers fluttered, and she clicked on the live broadcast with the most online audience of old monk Xuanmiao.

As soon as the picture started, Ye Wan's eyes lit up.

A Zen room with bright and clean windows.

The picture quality is average, so it can be concluded that the other party doesn't even use any live broadcast equipment, it's just an ordinary smartphone.

But the simple and clean nanmu table, the wooden fish on the table, the bamboo futon in front of the table, every object exists just right, as if it has been there for hundreds or thousands of years.

The impetuous mood can't help but calm down.

When the trembling old monk came over and sat on the futon, opened the scriptures and began to read, the distracting thoughts in his heart and mind flew to the sky, and the feeling of being cleansed became more obvious.

Chanting scriptures in the first half, chatting about homework in the second half.

The old monk spoke a few words, and every sentence contained great wisdom, which is what people often call chicken soup for the soul.

After a live broadcast, not to mention the hundreds of millions of fans in the live broadcast room, even Ye Wan felt refreshed.

Depression caused by a series of changes in which parents left the company and went bankrupt.

The resentment after being slandered by rumors and the elation after fighting back.

Let go of a lot.

Even before going to bed, Ye Wan was still thinking about the old monk's Zen words, and Ye Wan's mood was indescribably calm.

Unconsciously, the discussion on this live broadcast on the Internet has surpassed the other 49 games.

The next morning, as soon as Ye Wan opened her eyes, she received a WeChat message from Tang Mulin, "Wanwanwanwan, you have been hung up again!"