Chapter 327

I can't help it. There are so many benefits in the birthday broadcast room. Even they can grab thousands of red envelopes. It's really cool.

After the red envelopes were sent, the number of people in Lin Qiang's live studio did not decrease, but maintained the current number, with a faint upward trend.

After all, everyone is a night owl, and after 12 o'clock today, even the Spring Festival Gala is almost the same. Boring fans gathered in the live broadcasting room and began to chat crazily. They paid new year's greetings to each other, and some also began to send red envelopes. However, their amount is not as big as their aunt's milk. At most, they are thousands of children. It means that they are happy with the smell of the new year.

But even so, everyone was still very happy. Even if they got only 0.01 yuan, they were just as happy.

The popularity of Lin Qiang's live studio soared sharply, and at this time, Lu Qing's boss Zheng Yunhui and President Zheng were also squatting in the live studio.

He just came up to take a look at the situation of these bloggers according to the Convention, but he didn't expect to see Lin Qiang's live studio with such high popularity.

You know, today is new year's Eve. At most 110 fans from other live room bloggers have come, and almost all of Lin Qiang's fans have come.

If you have to describe it, Lin Qiang's live studio is popular tonight, while other bloggers are cold.

President Zheng even felt that the new contract he signed with these two people on New Year's Eve was not signed in vain. Not only would he not lose a penny, but he was likely to make a lot of money in the new year because of Lin Qiang's live studio.

God, these two people are really worth signing. It's not signing two people. It's really owed two gold swallowing beasts. It's great!!! It's also the Lin family. Why is Lin Waner so different from Lin Jian???

President Zheng happily hid in front of the screen and counted money. He was very happy.

Lin Qiang was also very lively. After 12 o'clock, there was nothing to do. Lin Qiang went back to his room to interact with his fans. Lin Jian turned her head to Yan Jingchen and said, "you can live here tonight. When your grandfather comes tomorrow, you can go back with him."

Yan Jingchen's dark eyes moved. He looked at Lin Jian deeply. He didn't refuse, but nodded very seriously and tenderly: "OK."

On New Year's Eve and after his birthday, Yan Jingchen finally took a look at Lin Jian and went back to the house to have a rest.

The sound of firecrackers outside continued, but it was obviously much less. There was no noise and excitement at midnight, and the fireworks for the little girl's birthday were almost set off. At more than one o'clock in the next midnight, the city was still brightly lit, and only sporadic firecrackers sounded occasionally.

Near the early morning, Lin Qiang just dropped the broadcast. It was four o'clock. He quickly washed and rested.

His live studio exploded this night. Millions of red envelopes were smashed in. Can it not explode?? Lin Qiang's live studio even went out of the circle directly that night, becoming a local tyrant blogger who is fond of talking about on the Internet. After all, not every blogger can take out millions of red and white for fans. Generally, fans give red envelopes to broadcasters.

When it was dawn, the fans who came back one after another learned that they had missed millions of red envelopes, collapsed and screamed on the spot. It was a large social death scene, and their regretful intestines were green.

The afterlife is still: grass, wrong billion!!!

: wrong billion + 1!

: CuO billion + 10086