Zhao Yan divided this live broadcast into three stages.
The first was the dream interpretation segment, the second was to promote [Jian Xian Qi Xia Zhuan], and the third was to sell products.
More than half a year had passed since she filmed [Jian Xian Qi Xia Zhuan].
The sweet oranges and tangerines planted in Linjia Village were almost ripe.
These were all grown in Linjia Village, and many villagers from Linjia Village were participating.
"Sister Zhao, it's almost time to start the live broadcast," Wu Jiaxin said to Zhao Yan.
Zhao Yan hummed softly and said to her, "You can start the live broadcast."
As soon as she finished speaking, the camera focused on her.
The moment the live broadcast started, it froze.
The viewers in the live broadcast room were stunned at first, thinking they had entered the wrong room, but upon closer inspection, they realized they hadn't. This was indeed Zhao Yan's live broadcast room.
The reason the live broadcast room froze was that too many people had entered, causing the room to lag.
"Please wait a moment," Zhao Yan said.
The netizens in the live broadcast room could still hear Zhao Yan's voice.
"There are too many people, we need to call Dou Le headquarters," Lin Xihang said.
Before 8 o'clock, there were 500,000 online viewers. After 8 o'clock, the number directly soared to over 800,000. httpδ:/m.kuAisugg.nět
The reason for so many people was inseparable from Lin Xihang's all-out effort to drive traffic to Zhao Yan.
Coupled with Zhao Yan's previous popularity.
[Holy crap, not only is the Master's live broadcast room lagging, but other live broadcast rooms are also lagging. What's going on?]
[What else could it be? It must be that the Master, with his own power, has crashed the entire platform.]
[The Master is truly amazing.]
After more than ten minutes of communication, Zhao Yan's live broadcast room finally recovered.
The number of online viewers had reached 1.2 million.
Gifts flew across the screen, further exacerbating the lag in the live broadcast room.
"Let's turn off the gifts for now," Zhao Yan said.
While sending gifts could bring in a lot of money, there was more important content for the live broadcast today.
Zhao Yan cleared her throat, feeling a bit nervous in her heart, broadcasting live in front of over a million people.
"Next is the dream interpretation segment. According to the old rules, we will select three fans. The selected fans can have a voice and video connection. Just tell us the dream you've had, and we will interpret it for you," Zhao Yan said.
She set the lucky draw in the bullet comments to wish [Jian Xia Qi Xia Zhuan] a soaring viewership.
"As long as you type these bullet comments, you have a chance to be selected."
Lin Xihang whispered something in Zhao Yan's ear.
She nodded in understanding, "Also, we will give each of the three selected individuals a fruit laptop, worth twelve thousand yuan."
"If you don't want the computer, you can exchange it for cash."
"And for those who aren't selected, don't be discouraged. Tonight, we will be giving away more than three million yuan in prizes. Perhaps you will be the lucky winner."
"Three million?" Wu Jiaxin held up three fingers and looked at Lin Xihang.
Lin Xihang's face was calm.
On the surface, giving away three million seemed like a loss, but the money earned from this one live broadcast would be far more than three million.
The more people there were, the more optimistic the earnings.
If the company's finances were better, he would have wanted to raise the amount to over five million.
Of course, looking at Zhao Yan's current online viewership, earning back three million would be easy.
Indeed, after Zhao Yan finished speaking, the bullet comments increased, filling the screen so much that it made one's eyes blur.
"Xinxin, count down from three and stop me," Zhao Yan said to Wu Jiaxin.
"Me?" Wu Jiaxin pointed at herself in surprise.
Zhao Yan hummed softly, "That's right, you'll be the one to stop."
As Wu Jiaxin counted "one, two, three," three lucky fans were selected.
"Alright, I think everyone understands my process, so I don't need to say more. Let's start with the first lucky netizen."
"His name is Little Rabbit Eats Grass by the Nest."
"Let's just call him Little Rabbit."
Saying this, Zhao Yan pressed the request for a voice and video connection.
The other side accepted almost instantly, as if they had been waiting for a long time.
"You... you... hello!"
"It's a boy, about nineteen years old," Wu Jiaxin said.
Zhao Yan looked at the screen. This boy seemed to be in a dormitory.
Three roommates crowded around him. Seeing that he had been selected, the three roommates excitedly shook his body.
"Holy crap, that's amazing, you actually got picked."
"I'm so envious, I almost tapped my phone screen to death, and it's you who won."
The three roommates beside him said enviously.
"Don't mess around, the Master's live broadcast room has over a million online viewers." Hearing this, the three roommates sat down quietly.
Zhao Yan waited for them to finish their chatter before speaking, "Hello, this is the dream interpretation segment. You can tell us about the dream you had recently. After we interpret the dream, we will send you the prize, and you can choose whether you want cash or a laptop."
The boy nodded excitedly, "Okay!"
"Tell us your dream," Zhao Yan said.
The boy thought carefully, then remembered something and said to Zhao Yan, "Master, the day before yesterday I had a dream. I dreamt that my dad and I were walking on a cliff."
"On the cliff, there was a long wooden plank, stretching from one side to the other, connecting the entire cliff."
"Suddenly, as we were walking, a gust of yin wind blew my dad off. I immediately tried to grab him, but I was too late. I was startled and woke up."
"Oh, and there were many venomous snakes below the cliff."
After the boy finished, he sat up obediently and stopped speaking.
Zhao Yan wrote down the important words the boy had spoken.
Then, after looking at them, she frowned tightly.
She nudged the old man beside her. The old man was dozing off. In front of so many people, he could still fall asleep, which made Zhao Yan a bit speechless.
Nudged, the old man shivered and looked at the notebook in front of Zhao Yan.
Zhao Yan had circled everything she could.
Seeing Zhao Yan whispering to the old man, the boy inexplicably had a bad feeling in his heart.
"Well, where is your father now?" Zhao Yan asked.
"My father is at home right now."
Zhao Yan said, "Call your father immediately and tell him to go for a physical examination at the hospital. There might be something wrong with his health."
As soon as she spoke, the boy said somewhat flustered, "No way, I saw my dad playing basketball a few days ago, and he's in very good health."
He remembered Zhao Yan's accuracy and didn't dare to delay. He took out his phone and called his father.
The call was connected quickly, and he said anxiously, "Dad, go for a physical examination at the hospital quickly, hurry."