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Cheng Feng opened the live broadcast of painting, and many of his fans are people who are learning to paint. Cheng Feng himself is not a professional painter, but he simply likes it, his hobby.

It's just that he is extremely talented in drawing. Even if he is self-taught, the things he draws casually are better than many people who have studied systematically.

But Cheng Feng didn't intend to treat this skill as a career, it's just a hobby.

It's not like he didn't take some orders before. Others gave him money and asked him to draw.

Made some money off of this for a while.

Even at the back, I don't know why, and suddenly I don't like it.

It didn't take long for the wealthy parents to appear in front of him. After that, it can be said that Cheng Feng didn't have to worry about money anymore, so he continued to play painting as a hobby.

He draws a lot of things, sometimes he will draw from the pictures provided by fans, and occasionally he will draw fans for free.

His paintings, after they are drawn, will be released to the public, and others can use them as they please, and some finished products will be given to fans.

Painting is something Cheng Feng likes very much, it makes him feel very calm.

After the live broadcast started, Cheng Feng took a picture of sunset and sunset that he has been drawing recently.

There are three pictures in total, one has already been drawn, and there are two more. In his last life, he spent about a month to draw this picture and gave it to his mother on Mother's Day.

It's a pity that he worked so hard to paint, but his mother didn't like it, so he threw it into the trash can.

Although there was a reason for that, even if it was a misunderstanding, Cheng Feng did not give any explanation.

Looking at this sunset picture now, Cheng Feng frowned after looking at it for a second, and directly tore off the drawing paper, and replaced it with another one.

Draw a picture of wheat waves.

Seeing that Cheng Feng suddenly wanted to draw a new picture, fans got excited and asked Cheng Feng if he could give this painting to everyone.

Cheng Feng only showed his hands in the whole process. His face didn't appear in the picture, and he could speak, but usually he was still drawing, and he didn't have much time to speak out.

"This painting cannot be given to everyone."

"Why?"

"Is it another draw?"

"I'm a non-chief, I can't draw Fengfeng's paintings every time."

"No, no, you have to be exposed to both rain and dew."

"You can't favor anyone."

The fans quit.

Cheng Feng's fans are not many, only tens of thousands, but they are very active. His hands alone, even if he draws poorly, are enough for countless people to lick the screen.

What's more, he still draws very well. Although it is not as good as the pure professional ones, the things he draws are very personal and touching.

"Mother's Day is coming, I plan to give this painting to my mother."

"Ah, ah, I'm so envious."

"That's it, that's fine."

"Your family must be very happy to be Fengfeng."

Cheng Feng's face paled at the end of the video, he didn't speak any more, and concentrated on drawing.

One of his old fans came here almost every time, and this time he also came. He saw that Cheng Feng actually started a live broadcast today. Usually, he would do a live broadcast on weekends.

But this evening, he also appeared on the scene. Fans watched quietly. Fans also like to draw, but they just think about it. They don’t know how to draw by themselves. It’s too boring and a waste of time.

I accidentally saw Cheng Feng's live broadcast on the Internet. Since Cheng Feng started the broadcast, he has tens of thousands of fans, and this fan has always been there.

He didn't add any contact information with Cheng Feng. He was just looking around casually, and occasionally chatted with Cheng Feng through private messages in the background. Cheng Feng's personality is very docile, and he looks like the kind of person who can be manipulated casually.

Fans often come to Cheng Feng's live broadcast room with a feeling of charity.

Recently, it seems that there have been a lot of fans. Later, the fans found out that there was another million-dollar anchor who accidentally pushed Cheng Feng. The other party was a girl. She released a photo of Cheng Feng's hand, and her fans immediately fell. I ran to Cheng Feng to watch.

Cheng Feng's live broadcast is usually very quiet, and there are not many people talking in the live broadcast room. Everyone watches quietly. After there are more people, the live broadcast room immediately becomes noisy.

That veteran fan didn't like it very much, it's better to have fewer people, so many people say something unnutritious, it's annoying to watch.

If someone brushes a gift, someone else will remind him immediately, don't give the anchor too much a gift, just watch him draw.

Veteran fans can't tell what it feels like, the anchor loves money so much?Is there anyone who doesn't like money?

There is one beside him, but that person, his second uncle, is different, at least different from the little anchor.

The anchor's family has money, so he doesn't care?

But looking at the decoration of the other party's room, the painting tools used are not particularly expensive and high-end.

Opening the gift area, without even thinking about it, I gave the anchor a thousand gifts.

"Boss atmosphere."

"The boss has money."

"Fengfeng, look quickly, the boss is giving you a yacht."

"Baby Feng, raise your eyes."

The name of Cheng Feng's live broadcast room is Dafeng Xiaoyu. Fans generally call him Fengfeng. When they see someone buying gifts, they immediately become lively and call Cheng Feng.

Senior fans looked at the hand on the screen that was drawing intently on the drawing paper, and there was no sign of stopping.

The senior fan swiped several gifts in a row, which added up to almost 3 yuan, which is not much money, not as much as he sometimes eats for a meal.

Cheng Feng was thirsty, stopped for a while, and was about to reach for a water glass to drink, when the live broadcast screen almost exploded.

He told his fans before that there is no need to give him gifts, he does not rely on this to make money, as long as everyone likes to increase his popularity, there is no need to spend money.

Now someone gave him tens of thousands of dollars in gifts.

Cheng Feng stared at the name of the fan who gave the gift, and blinked. It was indeed that special fan.

This fan's family seems to be relatively rich. He is the top sponsor of several other anchors on the platform. He even has a chief admiral in some places on other anchors, and he is not short of money at all.

On Cheng Feng's side, he often just watched and would not give gifts casually.

Now suddenly tens of thousands of shots are made, Cheng Feng's hand holding the paintbrush slightly exerted force, his fingers were slender and slender, his skin was extremely slender, and the skin on the back of his hand was thin, so when he exerted a little force, the blue blood vessels on the back of his hand faintly showed slight protruding marks up.

The other fans didn't observe very clearly, but the fan who gave the gift saw it very clearly. He also zoomed in on the live broadcast screen suddenly, and Cheng Feng suddenly clenched his hands.

He is not happy?

I sent tens of thousands of dollars to continue, but I was not happy.

And it didn't seem like a word of thanks was said.

The fan's finger landed on the keyboard, entered a sentence, and quickly deleted it immediately.

"Thank you Ringer for the gift."

"Thank you."

The name of the fan site is Ringer, and Cheng Feng actually wanted to ignore it, but everyone saw it, and he couldn't ignore it, so he said thank you.

After a while, the live broadcast room became a little quieter, but the network suddenly froze, and the screen went black unexpectedly.

It took a while for Cheng Feng to reappear.

"Sorry, the water glass was knocked over just now."

"Cough cough cough."

Cheng Feng coughed in a low voice.

"Fengfeng, if you are not in good health, rest more, don't broadcast live at this late hour, go to bed quickly."

"Be obedient and go to sleep."

"I'm indeed a little tired, so I'll rest first, good night everyone." Cheng Feng didn't say much, and turned off the live broadcast.

Taking the water glass again, Cheng Feng drank half of the glass of water. At this time, someone sent him a private message on the phone.

Be a fan of giving gifts.

"Have a cold?"

Staring at these three words, Cheng Feng pursed his lips. Fans like to give gifts, but Cheng Feng was not happy at all.

"Did you fall asleep so soon?"

"Okay, then sleep well, the next live broadcast can be earlier, don't be so late."

From the other party's words, it seemed that he cared.

Can you really care?

Cheng Fengke knows exactly what kind of person the other party is in his bones.

No matter how gentle and peaceful he was, he could throw dirty water on him casually when he turned his head, because he refused to paint for him, felt that he had been refuted, held a grudge, and even paid a marketing account to discredit him.

For such a person, Cheng Feng couldn't get along well with him.

He was too naive in his last life, he was not prepared for anyone, and he would give what he said sincerely, thinking that if he treated others kindly, he would definitely get the same response.

Obviously that's not the case.

The more you spend your time on others, the easier it is to be regarded as cheap sincerity.

He won't treat people casually anymore.

I downloaded the live broadcast, but I still have to continue painting.

Cheng Feng didn't go to sleep until eleven o'clock in the night.

On the first basement floor of a local villa, it was decorated as a bar KTV. A group of young men and women were drinking and singing in it. Among them was a boy with slightly curly hair holding a mobile phone, his face full of clouds.

"Oh shit."

He cursed under his breath.

"What's the matter, Lu Sheng, whoever offended you, tell me, and I will teach him a lesson for you."

"A small streamer with few fans, who has been gifted tens of thousands of gifts, unexpectedly just thank you."

"How many thousands?"

"Many of these live broadcasts like to pretend to be noble, relying on their own good looks, and look down on people when they are given some money."

"As long as they are given enough, they can do anything."

A friend puts on Lu Sheng’s shoulders. Recently, these friends like to play some small Internet celebrities or anchors. Lu Sheng was not interested in it before. I don’t know when it will start. He also started to reward the anchors on the Internet. It’s not thousands of dollars It's tens of thousands, and a few days ago I gave a reward of more than [-] to a dancing anchor.

Others are not as generous as him, and Lu Sheng likes to throw money at random without asking for anything in return, and he doesn't bring it when they meet.

"Who?"

A friend approached Lu Sheng's phone and saw that Lu Sheng clicked on a host's homepage, but couldn't see his face at all.

Lu Sheng pushed his friend away with an elbow, and the friend saw the host's name, even though the other party didn't show his face at all, Lu Sheng immediately felt as if his things were being peeped at.

"Such a baby?"

"It's probably because you think you have too little money. Next time you just give her a hundred thousand, you can see if she's not tempted."

A friend gave Lu Sheng an idea.

Lu Sheng frowned, and an unknown fire ignited in his heart.

The phone rang suddenly, it was his father calling.

Lu Sheng got up and walked up the stairs to the lobby on the first floor.

"Hey, Dad."

"There will be a big reception in a few days, and your second uncle will also be there, so remember to arrive early, put away all your bad habits, and give me a hard time in front of your second uncle, be careful of me break your leg."

Lu Sheng gritted his rear molars vigorously, his face was full of impatience, but his tone immediately became honest when he replied.

"I see."

"At the end of the month, your mother and I will come back. During this time, you will stay with your second uncle and learn more from him."

"Ah."

Lu Sheng looked at the night outside the window, his father hung up the phone over there, Lu Sheng grabbed the phone, his eyes were so gloomy that he wanted to throw the phone on the wall.

He was afraid of his second uncle, although countless people wanted to get close to his second uncle Lu Yan, but he didn't dare to breathe when he saw his second uncle.

In front of Lu Yan, he often wished that he could be invisible.

Many people envy him, as do the friends around him. They think that he is the nephew of the richest man, and he will have a great time.

What's so cool, there is a mountain pressing down on it all the time, and he feels uncomfortable at any time.

As for the reception?

Lu Sheng gritted his teeth fiercely, and in the end he just kicked the coffee table, not daring to complain.

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