I'm busking on the streets with my kid, and my domineering CEO is helping me break into the mus

There's a saying: When God closes a door, He opens a window.

There's a similar old saying in China: "Heaven never seals off all paths."

Yang Xue is like that.

As a time traveler, her beginning was nothing short of disastrous.

But Zhizhi gave her a springboard to turn things around during the most difficult time.

In the past few days, in order to repay the loan as soon as possible, Yang Xue has been bringing her daughter Yang Zhiyao along to her live broadcasts every day.

One person was singing, while another person was selling clay figurines next to them.

The incident stemmed from something that happened three days ago.

Zhizhi does her homework at Yang Xue's company every day after school.

In order to make her "mom" popular, she only did one thing every day after school: painstakingly sculpted clay figurines for each of the live streamers.

In her previous life, Yang Xue had seen a YouTuber named "Xu Dahua" whose clay figurines were exquisitely crafted and lifelike.

Although Zhizhi lacked her detailed operational experience and tool utilization, she was still able to reach about 70% of her opponent's skill level thanks to her dexterity and excellent understanding.

Keep in mind she's only six years old...

It was precisely because of her amazing skills and good looks that Zhizhi was discovered by a big shot in Zhu Yan's live stream.

The other party spent 1000 yuan to have Zhizhi sculpt a doll for him on the spot.

Zhu Yan expressed her deepest gratitude and generously gave Zhizhi the full 700 yuan in cash, based on the platform's revenue conversion.

It was through this incident that Zhizhi discovered she had the ability to alleviate her family's financial burden.

Yang Zhiyao then obediently handed the money over to Yang Xue and told her her thoughts.

Yang Xue couldn't help but suspect that her daughter's maturity and thinking, which were far beyond her years, made her wonder if the little girl was also a time traveler.

But she vehemently opposed it.

Zhizhi's idea was good, but she was too young, and Yang Xue didn't want her to show her face in public.

However, reality is cruel; it doesn't care how difficult things are for you.

That afternoon, the tuition fee notice for the next six months was posted in the parents' group.

Even a hero can be brought down by a penny, let alone a woman burdened with debt.

Yang Xue tossed and turned all night, ultimately having no other choice...

...

As evening falls, the commercial street lights up with dazzling lights.

It was as lively as ever.

The newly built streets are wide and clean, and although there are many pedestrians, the streets do not feel crowded.

Nowadays, the area is mostly populated by young people, especially students and working professionals.

After a long day of work, it's a good way for working people to relax and unwind by taking a stroll around here on their way home.

Yang Xue stopped pushing the cart, arranged the equipment on it, and prepared to start a new night's live broadcast.

She dressed even more simply these past two days.

She wore only light makeup, a simple denim top and slim-fit jeans, and a pair of clean, simple white sneakers.

Her expression was somewhat aloof and melancholic, giving off a feeling that strangers should not approach her.

Zhizhi, carrying her bulging little schoolbag, obediently followed beside her.

Yang Xue recently changed the title of her live stream to: "27-year-old divorced woman with a child, busking on the street."

To better shape her persona, she deliberately added two years to her age.

This technique comes from experience in my previous life.

Due to the booming live streaming industry, all sorts of attractive young women have flocked to this circle.

With more people involved, the competitive pressure in related sectors naturally increases.

But Yang Xue knew that not all men liked looking at young women.

Many middle-aged men are also very sensitive to certain keywords.

For example, a divorced woman with a child, a mature woman, reduced to busking on the streets.

Therefore, with Zhizhi's involvement, Yang Xue decided to focus on this part of the content.

Yang Xue will be busking. For every 100 yuan spent on gifts, Zhizhi will send her a custom-made clay, and she will also be randomly given away in a lucky draw.

As expected, Yang Xue was very lucky and very successful.

Fortunately, this dimension allows children to participate in the live stream.

The success is that the number of viewers in the live stream has grown from the initial 2 or 30 to the current 500.

The account gained over 3000 followers.

Even live streaming has started to generate revenue.

The first day's tip was 380 yuan, and the second day it surged to 530 yuan.

Although not much ended up in Yang Xue's hands after the distribution, it was a good start.

Nowadays, at its peak, the number of viewers at offline events has reached more than 130.

In a typical area of ​​a commercial street, such achievements are already quite remarkable for a new live streamer.

"Brothers and sisters, if you like my mom, please follow me."

"If you would like to request a custom song, please send 30 roses via private message."

"If you like Zhizhi's clay figurines, you can send a small rocket or participate in the lucky draw."

At this moment, Zhizhi became her mother's mouthpiece, speaking into the phone in front of her.

Yang Xue sat beside her, quietly tuning the strings.

It has to be said that this combination of one large and one small, one dynamic and one static, is truly intriguing.

Zhizhi speaks with a clear and crisp voice, and is not at all shy.

While sculpting the clay, he would occasionally look up and smile at the camera and the crowd.

The onlookers were filled with pity and affection for her.

Yang Xue played the guitar, and the melodious tune floated in the air. Her calm and melancholic voice influenced the surrounding environment.

After the song ended, scattered applause followed.

Zhizhi's clay figurine is almost finished.

She gently raised her head and said to everyone with a smile:

"Dear brothers and sisters, uncles and aunts, if you like my dolls, please follow the account of 'Wandering Singer'."

"You can win it through an online lottery!"

Hearing that clear, bird-like voice, everyone's hearts melted.

Upon seeing this, viewers in the live stream began sending comments:

Oh my, this little one is so adorable!

"Make one for your uncle, and he'll send you a little rocket."

[Honey, who's the real news anchor, you or your mom?]

The comments kept scrolling, but most of them were just people talking to themselves.

Because Yang Zhiyao is only 6 years old and cannot read yet, she can only understand the gift icons.

Upon receiving the gift, Yang Zhiyao followed Yang Xue's instructions and expressed her gratitude while asking for her contact information.

This is also a testament to Yang Xue's meticulous attention to detail.

There are always some viewers' comments in the live stream that are really annoying.

Upon seeing the title, they immediately asked:

"To date or not..."

"Want to hook up, streamer...?"

"Was leaving with nothing due to marital infidelity?"

These kinds of questions about the lower body occur in every female live streamer's room, and Yang Xue is equally disgusted by them.

However, having chosen this path, even if one feels unhappy, one can only ignore it.

This is the double-edged sword that content brings.

It is clear that Zhizhi, as the host, skillfully resolved this awkward situation.

First of all, she doesn't understand it and can only say thank you.

Secondly, if a child dares to ask such a vulgar question in front of a six-year-old, then this creature cannot be defined as a "human being".

Without the streamer or administrators needing to intervene, viewers in the live stream started criticizing them.

At 10 p.m., Yang Xue ended her live stream, and people gradually dispersed.

Tonight's live stream was a great success; Yang Xue earned 760 in gifts.

If platform revenue is excluded, the net profit can reach around 500.

After tidying everything up, Yang Xue felt a pang of heartache seeing Zhizhi dozing off on the little stool.

This child attends classes during the day and has to accompany her mother to perform on the street at night; it must be really tough on her.

Ding~...

My phone suddenly rang. When I opened it, I saw it was a WeChat message from Zhu Yan.

[Xuexue, you should end your broadcast now.]

Wait a little longer, Old Jiang and I will come pick you and your child up.

Let's go get something to eat together.

"it is good."

After sending the message, Yang Xue picked up Zhizhi and hugged her.

Perhaps due to malnutrition, Zhizhi looks smaller than other children her age.

Therefore, it was not difficult for Yang Xue to carry her.

"Mother.."

Feeling the warmth, Zhizhi instinctively hugged Yang Xue's neck, as if murmuring in a dream.

Seeing this, Yang Xue felt even more sorry for her. She sighed softly and muttered to herself:

"The child will be exhausted if this continues."

"Let's discuss this with Yan Yan and the others tonight, it's the last day..."

At this point, Yang Xue looked up at the starless night sky and sighed, saying:

"Sigh... If only we could have a dedicated live streaming area, even just an F-level one, it would ease the financial burden a bit..."

Just as I was marveling at this, a pleasant voice suddenly rang out behind me.

"Hey, isn't this Xiaoxue... So you're live streaming here?"

Yang Xue turned around and saw a petite woman in her sixties, wearing a simple blue tracksuit, walking towards her.

Yang Xue recognized the person; it was her landlady.

Yang Xue was quite surprised and asked:

"Aunt Wu? What are you doing here...?"

The landlady's surname is Wu, and her name is Wu Cuifang.

Judging from her previous willingness to take Yang Xue in, she is a really nice person.

Yang Xue also had a very good impression of her.

During their conversation, Aunt Wu looked bitter and said helplessly:

"Ugh, don't even mention it. I was just dancing in Times Square..."

Yang Xue was even more confused and asked in surprise:

"Huh? Ma'am...it's almost 11 o'clock...?"

"What kind of dance makes you dance so enthusiastically...?"

"Disco...?"