After earning 200 yuan and ending the broadcast, tipping was banned across the entire internet.

"After the rectification team came down, all departments in Jinghai started to fill out self-inspection and self-correction forms."

"..."

"Xu Zhong and Ji Ze saw that only one traffic policeman named An Xin had filled in a lot of detailed information in the self-inspection form, so they arranged to meet An Xin at the swimming pool."

……

Thus, the first male lead in the dual-male-lead script finally appeared.

However, An Xin, whose original profession was a police officer, has now become a traffic police officer.

"So something must have happened here?"

Sharp-eyed viewers immediately spoke up.

"Don't talk, Su Laoliu is still writing."

Someone intervened.

Even though the audience seats are a long way from the contestants' stage, and the contestants are in the inspiration space specially prepared by the production team, the only opportunity for them to contact the outside world is through the director to control the audio they receive.

However, some viewers who were engrossed in the show were worried that other people's voices would interrupt Su Yu's train of thought and affect his performance.

Longtime fan: "No, you guys overestimate yourselves. In this world, only gifts can influence Su Laoliu's thoughts and inspiration."

……

at the same time.

On the large screen where creation takes place.

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Xu Zhong: "An Xin, we asked you to come here to learn about Gao Qiqiang."

An Xin looked up at Xu Zhong and said with a forced smile, "Boss, I've written everything in the form."

Ji Ze laughed loudly, as if trying to dispel An Xin's worries.

"An Xin, don't worry. The rectification team is here to thoroughly clean up the criminal gangs in Jinghai and restore peace to the people."

An Xin lowered her head and muttered under her breath, "That's what they said last time, and the time before that they said the same thing."

Xu Zhong and Ji Ze exchanged a smile.

"An Xin, can you tell me how you met Gao Qiqiang?"

The scene changes.

As An Xin's story-filled voice resonated, memories returned to the night of Lunar New Year's Eve in 2000.

vegetable market.

Tang Xiaolong and Tang Xiaohu, as administrators, conducted their routine inspections.

"Brother Long, take some vegetables home to eat."

……

"Brother Tiger, the braised pig's head meat is freshly made today, it smells especially good."

……

They patrolled the area.

Tang Xiaolong and Tang Xiaohu were already carrying large bags and packages.

"Little Dragon, Little Tiger, you're here."

Just then, a man with curly hair and a forced smile rushed out.

"What are you doing!"

"Gao Qiqiang, slow down."

Tang Xiaolong and Tang Xiaohu took a step back, because Gao Qiqiang was carrying a wet bag.

The bag was shaking, and I didn't know what was inside.

Gao Qiqiang said with a forced smile, "Fish, freshly arrived fish!"

The two men looked disdainful, and at the same time, Tang Xiaolong gave Tang Xiaohu a wink.

Tang Xiaohu then turned to his underlings and ordered, "Take it!"

Gao Qiqiang breathed a sigh of relief when he saw the fish in his hand being taken away.

"Why are you still following along?"

Tang Xiaolong knew perfectly well what was going on.

Gao Qiqiang bent down and whispered, "Brother Xiaolong, it's all because..."

Just as I was writing this.

A system notification sounded in Su Yu's mind.

[Ding dong, congratulations dear host! Your popularity score has reached 2,000. You are 23,000 short of the requirement to stop streaming and writing. Please keep up the good work!]

That's right!

This time, Su Yu didn't stop broadcasting after earning 200 yuan.

Instead, adjustments were made in real time based on the competition format of the show "Wonderful Writing" in which Su Yu participated.

It was changed to—I'll end the broadcast once I've earned 25,000 views.

"Well done, you have 25,000 popularity points!"

Su Yu snorted coldly in his heart.

System: "Don't overthink it."

Su Yu: "Then why is it divisible by 2.5?"

System: "Host, you're too ruthless."

However, he still needs 23,000 more popularity points to meet the requirement of ending the broadcast and stopping writing.

It seems this group of spectators still needs to be taught a lesson!

Are you just reading this story for free?

They have absolutely no self-awareness!

Therefore, he deliberately got stuck on the text.

He bit his electronic pen, pretending to be deep in thought: "Why? What could it be? It can't be because there are no inspiration capsules... You guys agree, right?"