Quick Wear: Devil's Whisper

After giving out 300 "birthday cakes", the tycoon gave out 20 large floating screen gifts, each worth 3,000 yuan.

The onlookers were having a great time watching it.

The final turnover of Mo Ran’s birthday party reached 160,000, of which 150,000 were rewards given to him by sponsors.

Even when Mo Ran's live streaming performance was the best, he had never made so much money in a month. You have to know that this 150,000 yuan was just an excuse for someone to go to the bathroom to smoke during the meal. He spent 150,000 yuan in three minutes. Mo Ran felt that his decision was not a loss.

The deal was done, and it was easy for Mo Ran to be promoted to a first-line anchor. Just as he said, the sponsor only had in-depth offline communication and would not interfere with his online live broadcast content. He would give him some rewards from time to time, fixed at 300,000 or 400,000 per month. Together with the rewards from other people in the live broadcast room, Mo Ran could always maintain a position in the top ten of the monthly list.

There is a big gap between the anchors. Often the turnover of the first on the monthly list can reach three or four million, while the turnover of the tenth on the monthly list is only three or four hundred thousand. The scale of the brushers is different, so people will not be jealous.

After all, half of the brushers on the rich list do not have domestic IP addresses. Although their platforms are not very good, they are also taking an international route and are committed to collecting foreign exchange from various countries.

Sister Feifei's three-dimensional life began to become busy, and the time she logged into the platform gradually decreased, so Yang Lei's live broadcast revenue naturally declined as well.

No one is perfect forever, and no flower is red forever. It is normal to have ups and downs in career. Yang Lei is very open-minded. Consumers are free. Yang Lei is very grateful for Sister Feifei's help. He is not the kind of person who eats with a bowl in his hand and curses when he puts the bowl down.

But Yang Lei did not expect that after his two-dimensional career declined, his three-dimensional life would also encounter problems one after another.

First, my father became aggressive, then my mother was diagnosed with an incurable disease, and then I went to seek medical treatment everywhere, bought a house, borrowed money, my mother passed away, my father remarried, and my grandmother passed away...

Yang Lei's condition was getting worse and worse. Both his career and life were not going well. Yang Lei was already on the verge of exploding. But at this moment, the successful Mr. Mo Ran did not forget to step on him.

Yang Lei finally exploded. As soon as the show started, he was like a powder keg, attacking Mo Ran in all directions without any blind spots. The two of them were absolutely incompatible.

Young Master Mo Ran is proud of his status and will not take any action himself. He is like a cup of 1982 Biluochun, an old green tea with a fragrant aroma. He hides behind a group of girls and watches them charge into battle for him and fight with Yang Lei.

Yang Lei's voice was not as good as before, and he was preparing to take a long vacation. Looking at the overwhelming messages on the private message interface, he finally held a special show for Mo Ran, and cursed Mo Ran and his fans by name for a full hour.

He didn't look at the public screen and didn't reply to private messages. Yang Lei just kept cursing, never repeating himself.

Mo Ran's family is numerous and powerful, and in the end, because too many people clicked to report at the same time, the official forced to shut down Yang Lei's live broadcast room, and made a penalty decision to suspend the live broadcast account for seven days, deduct conduct points, and impose a fine of 2,000 yuan.

Yang Lei cursed happily, but Mo Ran was about to explode with anger. He racked his brains to think about how to save face and bring Yang Lei down to the ground completely.

But seven days later, Yang Lei did not start broadcasting, and he hasn't started broadcasting since then. Mo Ran, who was preparing for a counterattack, felt very upset. Why couldn't he be given a chance for revenge?

Those who were waiting to watch the fun also felt disappointed and started discussing whether Yang Lei had quit the Internet.

The returning Yang Lei was already a hot topic, with speculations flying all over the Guaqun forum. Mo Ran's fans also came to contribute to his popularity, and Yang Lei was simply moved to tears.

The two consecutive live broadcasts were very good, and Jing Xi was very satisfied.

The small debts have been paid off and his income is guaranteed. He cannot currently pay off the large debts, and the creditor himself is not in a hurry. Jing Xi, who used to spend money as he pleased, is starting to get restless.

Jing Xi's spendthrift little hands clicked frantically, filling up the shopping cart instantly. When he clicked to pay, the shopping website prompted him that his balance was insufficient.

He reluctantly kicked the most expensive drone out of the shopping cart, calculated the price, subtracted a gimbal stabilizer, and used up all the points that Yang Lei had accumulated for a long time before he successfully paid.

Jing Xi's sharp eyes swept across the shockingly priced electronic products on the homepage one by one, and he vowed to buy them in full, then turned off the computer angrily.

Jing Xi leaned back in the gaming chair with his eyes closed, silently praying in his heart, imagining how he would piss Liang Qian off and take over his property, when he suddenly heard a noise coming from the door...

As soon as Yao Yuan stepped into the entrance hall, he felt a headache when he saw the polarized living room. Today, his girlfriend asked him when she could come to visit their home again. He said that his father was sick and his mother was taking care of him, so it was not convenient now, and he would invite her later.

Just looking at the horrible state of the living room and bedroom, he didn't even want to go home, let alone invite his girlfriend.

Yang Lei opened the bedroom door and leaned leisurely against the door frame, but his eyes were fixed on Yao Yuan. Yao Yuan felt guilty and glared back at him in a timid manner.

Yang Lei raised his eyebrows and said, "Seeing me jumping around, you can still keep your face calm. You are indeed a top student. Your mental quality is really strong."

Yao Yuan didn't look at him, indicating "I don't know what you are talking about."

Yang Lei continued to challenge: "Someone suggested that I do a paternity test between you and Comrade Lao Yang. I think it's a good idea. How about you provide me with a few strands of hair?"

Yao Yuan frowned and scolded in dissatisfaction: "Are you bored? What nonsense are you talking about!"

Yang Lei finally left the door frame, walked up to Yao Yuan, and said coldly: "I mean well. After all, Aunt Xiu Li has seen countless people. I paid to help you eliminate a candidate for your biological father. Isn't it a bargain for you?"

Upon hearing this, Yao Yuan suddenly raised his head, his eyes fierce, and punched Yang Lei without hesitation.

Yang Lei naturally would not be hit by him and nimbly avoided Yao Yuan's attack.

When the little Husky saw its stepfather being attacked, it rushed over to help without hesitation. Seeing that the attack was dodged, Yao Yuan immediately threw another punch, heading straight for Yang Lei's face.

Yang Lei was afraid that the Husky would bite Yao Yuan and cause unnecessary trouble, so he dodged the incoming fist, picked up the Husky and threw it onto the sofa, his movements smooth and seamless.

But the problem was that when he was dodging the attack, the couple ring on Yao Yuan's hand scratched Yang Lei's jaw. The ring was shaped like half a wing, and the tip of the wing was not sharp. It just left a white mark on Yang Lei's jaw, without even breaking the skin, but Yang Lei's eyes flashed a dark green light.

The next second, Yang Lei gripped Yao Yuan's neck tightly, his breathing was blocked, and Yao Yuan's face turned red instantly.

Yang Lei tightened his grip with an indifferent expression, watching Yao Yuan desperately trying to grab his hand, his struggle gradually becoming weaker...