Live Broadcast I Am A Dad In The Country

Live digging graves, such an explosive event, swept the Internet in an instant.

The people who were watching the live broadcast kept calling friends and friends, and a large number of viewers quickly crowded into this live broadcast room.

The entire digital TV platform has started to get stuck.

"Haha, our server is almost unable to support it. If the server crashes immediately, the live broadcast will stop."

The technical director loudly and ecstatically shared the good news to the shareholders present.

Still, the technical director did not get the look that was appreciated by the leader, but instead got the look that was like looking at 2 ratios.

At the same time, the sharp blade of Daguan Sword appeared in front of the technical director. The blade was very sharp and shone with cold light.

Lu Yongfei pointed at the technical director with a Daguan knife and said in a cold voice, "Add a server! Let the people in your technical department rent a server for Laozi immediately!"

"me……"

In fear, the technical director shook all over. When he took out the phone, his hand trembling could be used to beat eggs.

Under pressure, the technical director finally made this call to his subordinates, and in accordance with Lu Yongfei's instructions, rented the server in the fastest possible time, and immediately took care of the matter.

As soon as the phone was hung up, I saw the surrounding shareholders look at me with murderous eyes.

"F*ck! The server is going to crash, so you can tell by yourself, why do you want to say it."

"I'll beat you to death, stinky Shabi!"

"Kill him, you even told yourself a lunatic about the server crash. You stepped on a horse because you thought you didn't die fast enough, right?"

The shareholders rushed up and hit the fallen technical director with a violent beating. One of them grabbed the chair on the side and slammed it on the person.

The fight is old and miserable.

The screams could be heard on the entire floor, and the secretary checked the situation but was blocked by Lu Yongfei.

the other side.

The live-streaming grave digging matter has caused an uproar in the entire live-streaming industry.

Many former Tiger Shark anchors jumped out, hating Lin Wan and Zhang Hao themselves, and immediately rushed out and fell into trouble, wishing to let them die without a place to bury them.

"I really look down on some of my colleagues. In order to increase my popularity, I can really do everything. Such things as digging graves are simply inhumane."

"Fans of Shuangmuwan before, now you can keep your eyes open to see who your fans are?"

"They are no longer worthy to be called human beings. Our live broadcast room has a bad reputation because of this scum. Such people must be severely punished!"

Many big anchors left the scene personally and began to bombard Lin Wan and Zhang Hao on Weibo.

Seeing the bombardment of their idols, fans downloaded digital TV one after another, ready to go to Lin Wan's live broadcast room and charge for their anchor.

This led to a rapid increase in the number of people in Lin Wan's live broadcast room at this moment.

The words are divided into two ends.

A man wearing a black suit, who looked like a white-collar elite, came to an office building.

"Excuse me, is it Mr. Liu from Banner TV?" the lady at the front desk asked.

"Yes, it's me." The man in the black suit nodded: "I made an appointment with your boss."

"Mr. Liu, please come with me." The lady at the front desk said.

The lady at the front desk took the black suit to the boss's office.

At this moment, the boss is leaning on his boss chair, with two feet on the desk, with a cigar in his mouth, and the whole office is filled with smoke.

Mr. Liu in the black suit looked at the boss with disdain, half a year ago, this kind of person begged him to reward him with a bowl of rice like a dog.

Who would have thought that this group of naval forces would grow bigger and stronger after only half a year, and now to cooperate with them, they all need to come to the door to negotiate.

"Old business, help me go to the digital platforms Black Zhang Hao and Lin Wan. This is half a million. Please accept it." Mr. Liu patted a check on the table.

"Shoo..."

"You are... difficult to do..."

The boss took a sip of his cigar, spit it out leisurely, and pointed his finger at the offering table on the side.

There is a color photo on the table, and the person in the photo is Zhang Hao.

"Master Hao is the ancestor of our navy world. In our business, we are begging for Master Hao to live a hundred years, and we can live it live." The boss breathed out a cigarette.

"So what?" Mr. Liu asked.

"You have to add money," the boss said with nostrils upside down.

Under the multi-party operation, countless people poured into the live broadcast room, and the number once soared to six or seven million.

Even the tiger shark, who was in full swing at the beginning, did not dare to use this number for fraud.

And the number of people is still skyrocketing, as long as you open the live broadcast room, there are overwhelming curses inside.

It is the thinking of China for thousands of years.

Even if you don't respect the deceased, you don't deserve to be an individual, and at the same time you will be cast aside by everyone.

"Dog stuff, get Laozi out of the live broadcast world, we don't want to watch your grandstanding stuff."

"It looks disgusting. Be careful one day even your own grave is planed."

"Being a person really has no moral bottom line. I used to watch people live and eat shit, but people are forced by life. I don't like it but I don't look down on it. After all, he is only ruining himself, and you are different. You have no bottom line. Not as good!"

The big anchors of the original Tiger Shark platform have shot one after another.

Other big platforms secretly hire naval forces, and do not want the former kings of the live broadcast industry to return again.

There are also many Internet celebrities who stand on the commanding heights of morality and vigorously suppress.

Everyone wants to take this opportunity to step on the top of the former king, as if the harder they step on, the more fans will like it.

At this moment, Zhang Hao doesn't have time to watch the live broadcast room. All he has to do is to dig the grave in the fastest time.

When he dug, his hands were bloody and bloody and the soil he dug was stained red.

Lin Wan on the side was digging with a flat stone, and her arms became sore after digging, but she did not stop.

Because she believed in Brother Hao, that was an unconditional belief. Brother Hao asked her to dig, then dig.

The sky fell, and two people carried it together.

Finally, under the continuous digging by two people, the outline of a coffin slowly unfolded.

"There is no sound anymore, hurry up!"

Zhang Hao looked even more anxious, and quickly swept away all the soil on the top of the coffin lid.

Two blood-stained hands firmly held the lid of the coffin.

"Drive me!" Zhang Hao roared angrily.

"Boom boom boom!"

The lid of the coffin was lifted, and the sound of broken nails on the coffin plate continued to sound.

"roll!"

With a roar, Zhang Hao's arm squeezed hard, and the heavy coffin board flew out directly, and the great strength broke a tree with a thick bowl not far away.

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