Quick Wear: But I just want to be a little transparent

——Buxi: No matter what, you can’t be harsh on your body. I’ll order some takeout for you. What do you want to eat?

Song Xun glanced at his lit cell phone and sat up straight.

He sat cross-legged on a soft chair. Because he felt a little cold, he covered himself with a furry and warm blanket.

On the table were noodles that had just been eaten, as well as some takeaway food that had not yet arrived.

Fried chicken, fries and orange juice combo.

996: "Don't reveal your address, just deal with it."

Songxun is typing away.

——Qingqing: No need, brother. I don’t want to trouble others. I will have a good meal in the evening.

He is now very familiar with calling me brother. As long as he doesn't enter the country or meet me in person, there is no pressure at all.

Song Xun felt that the image of perseverance that he had established was quite successful, because in the live broadcast that night, Jiang Shunchuan sent him ten Hearts of Watching at once.

He also spoke in the live broadcast room.

——Buxi: Eat well.

Song Xun put his hands on his head and made a big heart shape for him: "Thank you, brother."

The account named Buxi became famous on the platform overnight, and directly pushed Songxun's anchor reward ranking to the top.

Halfway through the live broadcast, a large number of tourists poured in.

——I thought he was some famous anchor.

——Haha, he looks so seductive, no wonder.

——Isn’t this some kind of live broadcast that borders on the truth?

——Female anchors are great. People give them money just by sitting there.

——What do you think?

——We must have met in private.

Song Xun's phone lit up. It was a message from the administrator Xiao Mi.

——Don’t get into an impulsive argument. I’ll handle it.

Song Xun raised his head and glanced at the rapidly scrolling chat box in the live broadcast room.

Putting aside the question of whether he will quarrel or not, in fact it seems that it is not his turn yet, as the live broadcast room has already started to be turned upside down by quarrels.

——No way, no way, do you really think I don’t know that it’s a small account of the same industry? If you are envious, just say it directly. Why do you have to mark everywhere? Even dogs are more polite than you.

——If you have the guts, ask the rich guys to help you top the charts. If you don’t have the guts, just keep shouting nonsense here.

——Just admit that my wife is beautiful, there’s no need to be so sarcastic.

——Dear colleagues, if you are not doing well, find the reasons yourself. If you keep talking too much, I will visit your live broadcast rooms one by one tomorrow to have an in-depth and friendly exchange.

Ninety-nine percent of Song Xun's fans are male, and they speak bluntly and unpleasantly. There is no need for the administrator to intervene, as the newcomers who come in soon run away in shame.

Xiao Mi sent a message two minutes later.

——When did your fans become so cohesive?

Song Xun didn’t know, but it didn’t affect his being touched by their protection. Song Xun looked at the camera with shining eyes.

He is not one of the people who are good at expressing emotions through words, so he just kept making a heart shape with his hands towards the computer.

Song Xun has mastered many heart-shaped gestures. In order to express his gratitude, he used both hands, overlapped his fingers, and made a double heart.

The loose sleeves of silk fabric slid down due to the movement, and a wrist as crisp as white lotus root flashed briefly in the live broadcast screen, and was then covered tightly by the sleeves.

——I’m greedy.

——Will those people come tomorrow? The main thing is that I haven’t scolded them enough.

——I want to see my wife wearing black.

——What are you blackening? What are you tearing up? The person above has made it clear. Be bold.

There was no more content in the barrage section, so Song Xun pretended not to see it.

After a long time, a relatively normal comment finally appeared.

——The host’s clothes look so nice.

Song Xun thought that a girl had finally come into his live broadcast room, and said in a friendly manner: "Do you like it? I can send you the shop in private message."

——The clothes are so white and beautiful. I want to kiss them. I like them very much. Can the host send yourself over here?

Song Xun was silent.

The barrage of comments moved very quickly, as if it was a final carnival, because after two minutes, the live broadcast room was directly banned.

The reason is that too many banned words appear during the live broadcast.

Song Xun looked at the live broadcast interface that had turned black, with a row of small system characters shining brightly in the middle.

Your live broadcast room has violated platform regulations and will be banned for 24 hours.

The phone received a notification a few minutes later.

The message sent by the platform indicated that the live broadcast room was banned for 24 hours due to a report.

In order to protect privacy, the information of the person being reported will not be provided.

24 hours, there will be no need to broadcast live tomorrow.

Song Xun, who ended the broadcast half an hour early, had a calm expression, but was secretly happy inside, with a sense of accomplishment of having successfully caught a fish and left work early.

Then give yourself a day off tomorrow.

Just as I was thinking this, Jiang Shunchuan's private message came.

——Buxi: I see that the live broadcast room has been banned. Are you okay?

Song Xun wondered what could have happened.

——Qingqing: It’s okay.

Although he has replied, Jiang Shunchuan seems to have his own understanding and ideas.

——Buxi: Don’t be too anxious. I will help you make up for the loss of income.

Song Xun frowned slightly, somewhat confused as to why Jiang Shunchuan was needed to make up for the loss after his live broadcast was banned.

——Buxi: Can I add your private number?

Perhaps feeling that this was a bit sudden and presumptuous, Jiang Shunchuan added another sentence.

——Buxi: There are too many restrictions on private messages on the platform.

The private messaging function of the platform does have many inconveniences, such as the inability to transfer money and a limit on the number of private messages. Even though Jiang Shunchuan's level is already very high, there is still a possibility that his information will be blocked.

Song Xun didn't pay much attention to Jiang Shunchuan's explanation in the following sentence and directly sent a message to his private number.

The relationship between private chats on the platform and the relationship between contacts and friends are completely different. It is a big step forward and also means that the task has begun to make key progress.

A friend request quickly popped up on the phone.

Jiang Shunchuan used his own name, and his avatar was a blue helmet.

Song Xun clicked yes, and his contact nickname was still the name he used for live broadcast.

After a few seconds, a transfer popped up.

The first amount is 20,000, which is the maximum limit for a single transfer.

Then came the second transfer of 20,000 yuan.

The last one is ten thousand.

——Jiang Shunchuan: The daily transfer limit has been reached. I will transfer it to you tomorrow.

Song Xun looked at the transfers coming in and couldn't help but shook his head.

The protagonist of this world is too naive and gullible. If he encounters someone with bad intentions like him a few more times, he will lose everything.

Song Xun controlled his hands, took his eyes off the transfer, and started typing.

——Qingqing: Thank you, brother, but I can’t accept this money.

Jiang Shunchuan seemed a little anxious.

——I don’t mean anything else, just consider it as a gift from me. It was originally meant for you.

——Qingqing: I know, but I would rather make money honestly on my own and don’t want to trouble my brother.

Song Xun looked at this passage full of green tea routines, shuddered, and sent it out.

Jiang Shunchuan was leaning against the head of the bed. The moment he received the message, he held the phone and thought emotionally.

She is completely different from those vain women who only care about their family background.