Chapter 79: People give away mobile phones during live broadcasts, but I give away BMWs in the live
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Nu Mu Jin Gang
Su Xiaoyan’s heart tightened.
Then disappointment appeared on his face.
I saw that the person who gave away the carnival was a netizen named the principal.
The other party acted like someone who didn't want any money, swiping one after another.
"Damn it, the principal is here."
"Look, look, Principal Wang."
"My husband is here."
In an instant, the popularity in Su Xiaoyan's live broadcast room suddenly rose to another level.
The number of people online exceeded 200 million.
Students from the University of Finance and Economics began to pour into the auditorium of the University of Finance and Economics.
They were diverted online to watch offline.
Wu Ming, Kang Huijun and Tang Youming helped maintain order.
Because there were so many people coming in, the place was a little noisy for a while.
Fortunately, the stupid girl stepped forward, showed her personal charm and adjusted the atmosphere of the scene.
At this time, a middle-aged man ran in in a panic.
He looked around and rushed directly to the stage.
Sister Zhou and Su Xiaoyan were both startled by the sudden appearance of the man.
"What...what are you going to do? Don't mess around. We are running a live broadcast, and more than 200 million people are watching in the live broadcast room."
The man was panting and swallowing furiously.
He paused for a moment and said, "I...I am Dewey, the general manager of Tiancheng BMW 4s. The boss has told me...that he will be responsible for the lottery in Miss Su's live broadcast room. From now on, one will be drawn every 10 minutes." BMW until the end of the race."
As soon as these words came out, the whole place fell silent.
Even Sister Zhou was stunned.
She asked incredulously, "You...what did you say? Say it again."
"Our boss said that from now on, a BMW will be drawn every 10 minutes during Miss Su's live broadcast, and all the expenses will be borne by the boss."
Immediately.
The live broadcast room and the scene exploded.
"Wori, drawing a BMW as a prize is too exciting."
"Fuck, fuck, fuck."
"Draw a BMW in 10 minutes! What kind of rich live broadcast room is this?"
"The key point is that they don't bring the goods and don't use the yellow carts."
Although some people were shocked.
However, some reasonable customers jumped out and raised questions.
"Calm down, everyone, this might be a script."
"Yes, if you think about it carefully, there is still an hour and a half before the end of the game. In other words, a total of 9 BMWs can be given away in this live broadcast room. Even the cheapest BMW, the 20 BMW 1 Series, that is 180 million. Who would spend 180 million on a lottery for no reason? It’s outrageous.”
Except for the legitimate guest.
There are also Internet nobles who don’t know where they come from.
"Ah? Just get a car worth 20 yuan. Is 20 yuan worthy of being called a BMW?"
"Smoking a 1 Series BMW, something even a dog doesn't want."
"Slip away, you are so stingy, who are you looking down on?"
Seeing the live broadcast room, there are several people setting the pace.
Dewey saw the rhythm in the live broadcast room.
I immediately became anxious.
'Damn Ganni, you are such a bunch of bastards, even if you give me a car worth 20 yuan, it deserves to be called a BMW. What a shameless person you are. '
Although he was so angry that he was itching his teeth, he still controlled his emotions.
Dewey said to the camera, "Friends in the live broadcast room, it's not an x1, it's not a 20 BMW."
The fans in the live broadcast room listened.
Immediately his eyes shone with light.
"Is it a 3 Series?"
"Damn it, if we really draw the 3 series, I will call the whole family over to draw the lottery."
"Could it be a 5 series? It's the car I've always wanted in my dreams."
"What do you want from upstairs? How much does it cost for a 5-series?"
"Manager, please stop being so pretentious and just say it directly. Even if it's a BMW Mini, I can accept it."
Dewey is deliberately trying to hide his story.
He understands traffic.
He was the one who hired the anchor with long legs and black stockings in the 4S shop.
"Everyone, our boss is generous and gives you this top-notch product directly."
Dewey made the sign of eight.
Instantly, the live broadcast room was boiling.
All kinds of exclamations flew up.
"Fuck! F*ck! F*ck!"
"Fuck! F*ck! F*ck!"
"Fuck! F*ck! F*ck!"
The students present were also in a panic.
Everyone took out their mobile phones and joined the live broadcast room to wait for the draw.
"What a genius! He actually smoked a BMW 10 Series in 8 minutes."
"It's still top quality."
"Brothers, I just checked the price. A top-end 8 Series costs 120 million! For 9 units... it's over 1000 million!"
Everyone was shocked.
Seeing this, Dewey quickly said, "It's wrong, it's wrong. It's not the 8 series, it's not the 8 series."
In the live broadcast room, curses suddenly broke out.
"It belongs to your uncle Wori."
"I'll just say it's a script. I deliberately didn't say what the actual thing is, and I'm just making wild guesses. Let's disperse."
"I'm going to quit. I can't stand this kind of script."
Seeing that he seemed to have gone too far, Dewey quickly clasped his hands together, "Everyone, blame me for not agreeing. What our boss gave us was not an 8 Series, but a top-spec BMW M8."
After saying that, the entire live broadcast room and the scene fell silent.
No one made any noise for a long time.
No one is typing.
Dewey saw the interaction on the screen stop.
There is only one carnival effect that repeats endlessly.
He subconsciously reached out and poked the screen, "Hey, hey, hey, can everyone still hear me? Hey, hey, hey..."
After being immersed for a moment, messages exploded on the screen.
This time, the screen doesn't refresh too fast.
Dewey couldn't see what exactly it said.
However, from the time he walked in until now.
10 minutes has come.
The first red envelope exploded.
Everyone was staring at their phones to see if they had won the prize.
"F*ck! F*ck! F*ck! I won the prize!!!" A gentle boy wearing glasses in the audience raised his arms and shouted.
He jumped up and down.
He jogged up the stage and came to Dewey.
Dewey took out a key from his pocket and said, "Congratulations, classmate. You can take this key to Tiancheng BMW 4s tomorrow to go through the relevant procedures."
The student who won the lottery looked at the car keys in his hand.
The whole person is about to faint from excitement.
The comments in the live broadcast room are all full of envy, jealousy and hatred.
"Fuck, I'm also a student at the University of Finance and Economics. I should have been there just now."
"It seems that the winning rate is higher on the spot. I will change my clothes now and rush to the University of Finance and Economics."
"Fortunately, I didn't win the prize. The BMW M8 consumes too much fuel. I won't even give it to me. It's not environmentally friendly."
The last fan spoke out about not being environmentally friendly.
In front of the mobile phone screen, he was so angry that he was beyond recognition, and his fingernails were drawing blood from his feet.
The 10 minutes of waiting for the draw was still a bit difficult.
Su Xiaoyan felt that she still needed to sing a song to liven up the atmosphere.
"Sister Zhou, let's sing a song for the fans together."
Sister Zhou shook her head and said with an embarrassed smile, "I don't want it. I'm afraid that if I sing too well, I'll steal your limelight."
Su Xiaoyan smiled and could only come alone.
"I will sing a song by Jay Chou for everyone. I hope you will like it."
When the fans in the live broadcast room heard that they were going to sing Jay Chou's song, they immediately became energetic.
Su Xiaoyan took a deep breath, and then started to speak along with the accompanying music.
【Remember you said home is the only castle】
【Continue to run with the Daoxiang River】
......
Sing and sing.
A fan at the scene suddenly whispered:
"Su Xiaoyan is lip-synching, why doesn't she even turn off the original sound?"
"Yes, I heard it too. I don't even care about the original sound, so what's the point of singing it?"
"But let's not talk about it, the acoustics at the venue were really good. I seemed to feel that Jay Chou was singing in my ears."
As soon as the classmate finished speaking, his peripheral vision caught sight of a familiar yet unfamiliar figure.
"Fuck...trough...Zhou...Zhou...Dong."
Then disappointment appeared on his face.
I saw that the person who gave away the carnival was a netizen named the principal.
The other party acted like someone who didn't want any money, swiping one after another.
"Damn it, the principal is here."
"Look, look, Principal Wang."
"My husband is here."
In an instant, the popularity in Su Xiaoyan's live broadcast room suddenly rose to another level.
The number of people online exceeded 200 million.
Students from the University of Finance and Economics began to pour into the auditorium of the University of Finance and Economics.
They were diverted online to watch offline.
Wu Ming, Kang Huijun and Tang Youming helped maintain order.
Because there were so many people coming in, the place was a little noisy for a while.
Fortunately, the stupid girl stepped forward, showed her personal charm and adjusted the atmosphere of the scene.
At this time, a middle-aged man ran in in a panic.
He looked around and rushed directly to the stage.
Sister Zhou and Su Xiaoyan were both startled by the sudden appearance of the man.
"What...what are you going to do? Don't mess around. We are running a live broadcast, and more than 200 million people are watching in the live broadcast room."
The man was panting and swallowing furiously.
He paused for a moment and said, "I...I am Dewey, the general manager of Tiancheng BMW 4s. The boss has told me...that he will be responsible for the lottery in Miss Su's live broadcast room. From now on, one will be drawn every 10 minutes." BMW until the end of the race."
As soon as these words came out, the whole place fell silent.
Even Sister Zhou was stunned.
She asked incredulously, "You...what did you say? Say it again."
"Our boss said that from now on, a BMW will be drawn every 10 minutes during Miss Su's live broadcast, and all the expenses will be borne by the boss."
Immediately.
The live broadcast room and the scene exploded.
"Wori, drawing a BMW as a prize is too exciting."
"Fuck, fuck, fuck."
"Draw a BMW in 10 minutes! What kind of rich live broadcast room is this?"
"The key point is that they don't bring the goods and don't use the yellow carts."
Although some people were shocked.
However, some reasonable customers jumped out and raised questions.
"Calm down, everyone, this might be a script."
"Yes, if you think about it carefully, there is still an hour and a half before the end of the game. In other words, a total of 9 BMWs can be given away in this live broadcast room. Even the cheapest BMW, the 20 BMW 1 Series, that is 180 million. Who would spend 180 million on a lottery for no reason? It’s outrageous.”
Except for the legitimate guest.
There are also Internet nobles who don’t know where they come from.
"Ah? Just get a car worth 20 yuan. Is 20 yuan worthy of being called a BMW?"
"Smoking a 1 Series BMW, something even a dog doesn't want."
"Slip away, you are so stingy, who are you looking down on?"
Seeing the live broadcast room, there are several people setting the pace.
Dewey saw the rhythm in the live broadcast room.
I immediately became anxious.
'Damn Ganni, you are such a bunch of bastards, even if you give me a car worth 20 yuan, it deserves to be called a BMW. What a shameless person you are. '
Although he was so angry that he was itching his teeth, he still controlled his emotions.
Dewey said to the camera, "Friends in the live broadcast room, it's not an x1, it's not a 20 BMW."
The fans in the live broadcast room listened.
Immediately his eyes shone with light.
"Is it a 3 Series?"
"Damn it, if we really draw the 3 series, I will call the whole family over to draw the lottery."
"Could it be a 5 series? It's the car I've always wanted in my dreams."
"What do you want from upstairs? How much does it cost for a 5-series?"
"Manager, please stop being so pretentious and just say it directly. Even if it's a BMW Mini, I can accept it."
Dewey is deliberately trying to hide his story.
He understands traffic.
He was the one who hired the anchor with long legs and black stockings in the 4S shop.
"Everyone, our boss is generous and gives you this top-notch product directly."
Dewey made the sign of eight.
Instantly, the live broadcast room was boiling.
All kinds of exclamations flew up.
"Fuck! F*ck! F*ck!"
"Fuck! F*ck! F*ck!"
"Fuck! F*ck! F*ck!"
The students present were also in a panic.
Everyone took out their mobile phones and joined the live broadcast room to wait for the draw.
"What a genius! He actually smoked a BMW 10 Series in 8 minutes."
"It's still top quality."
"Brothers, I just checked the price. A top-end 8 Series costs 120 million! For 9 units... it's over 1000 million!"
Everyone was shocked.
Seeing this, Dewey quickly said, "It's wrong, it's wrong. It's not the 8 series, it's not the 8 series."
In the live broadcast room, curses suddenly broke out.
"It belongs to your uncle Wori."
"I'll just say it's a script. I deliberately didn't say what the actual thing is, and I'm just making wild guesses. Let's disperse."
"I'm going to quit. I can't stand this kind of script."
Seeing that he seemed to have gone too far, Dewey quickly clasped his hands together, "Everyone, blame me for not agreeing. What our boss gave us was not an 8 Series, but a top-spec BMW M8."
After saying that, the entire live broadcast room and the scene fell silent.
No one made any noise for a long time.
No one is typing.
Dewey saw the interaction on the screen stop.
There is only one carnival effect that repeats endlessly.
He subconsciously reached out and poked the screen, "Hey, hey, hey, can everyone still hear me? Hey, hey, hey..."
After being immersed for a moment, messages exploded on the screen.
This time, the screen doesn't refresh too fast.
Dewey couldn't see what exactly it said.
However, from the time he walked in until now.
10 minutes has come.
The first red envelope exploded.
Everyone was staring at their phones to see if they had won the prize.
"F*ck! F*ck! F*ck! I won the prize!!!" A gentle boy wearing glasses in the audience raised his arms and shouted.
He jumped up and down.
He jogged up the stage and came to Dewey.
Dewey took out a key from his pocket and said, "Congratulations, classmate. You can take this key to Tiancheng BMW 4s tomorrow to go through the relevant procedures."
The student who won the lottery looked at the car keys in his hand.
The whole person is about to faint from excitement.
The comments in the live broadcast room are all full of envy, jealousy and hatred.
"Fuck, I'm also a student at the University of Finance and Economics. I should have been there just now."
"It seems that the winning rate is higher on the spot. I will change my clothes now and rush to the University of Finance and Economics."
"Fortunately, I didn't win the prize. The BMW M8 consumes too much fuel. I won't even give it to me. It's not environmentally friendly."
The last fan spoke out about not being environmentally friendly.
In front of the mobile phone screen, he was so angry that he was beyond recognition, and his fingernails were drawing blood from his feet.
The 10 minutes of waiting for the draw was still a bit difficult.
Su Xiaoyan felt that she still needed to sing a song to liven up the atmosphere.
"Sister Zhou, let's sing a song for the fans together."
Sister Zhou shook her head and said with an embarrassed smile, "I don't want it. I'm afraid that if I sing too well, I'll steal your limelight."
Su Xiaoyan smiled and could only come alone.
"I will sing a song by Jay Chou for everyone. I hope you will like it."
When the fans in the live broadcast room heard that they were going to sing Jay Chou's song, they immediately became energetic.
Su Xiaoyan took a deep breath, and then started to speak along with the accompanying music.
【Remember you said home is the only castle】
【Continue to run with the Daoxiang River】
......
Sing and sing.
A fan at the scene suddenly whispered:
"Su Xiaoyan is lip-synching, why doesn't she even turn off the original sound?"
"Yes, I heard it too. I don't even care about the original sound, so what's the point of singing it?"
"But let's not talk about it, the acoustics at the venue were really good. I seemed to feel that Jay Chou was singing in my ears."
As soon as the classmate finished speaking, his peripheral vision caught sight of a familiar yet unfamiliar figure.
"Fuck...trough...Zhou...Zhou...Dong."
