Chapter 777: Little Fire-Bringer Assistant

At six o'clock, as the after-work rush arrived, the live broadcast room's viewer count grew even more crazily.

The biggest red packet that Tanaka Yuko pointed out, worth 100 million, had just been sent out.

Whether walking, biking, riding in a vehicle, or driving, most people took out their phones, downloaded Douyin, and opened Tian Weiwei's live broadcast room.

The taxi driver was driving while constantly recommending it.

"Don't you have Douyin? Quickly download it—Family Patriarch is handing out red packets."

The customer was still a bit doubtful.

"Family Patriarch?"

"Master, he's just giving out red packets; what does it have to do with us?"

The driver was an old-timer from Jingcheng.

"Family Patriarch—he's no ordinary person; you're living in a long-term rental now, right?"

The customer nodded.

"Yeah, nowadays, who among the workers doesn't live in a long-term rental?"

"Housing prices keep rising year after year; now in Jingcheng, even the third- and fourth-ring properties cost fifty to sixty thousand per square meter. Without long-term rentals, we workers couldn't survive in Jingcheng."

The driver.

"That's right—this long-term rental was set up by Family Patriarch. Now Shennong Agricultural Company, whose predecessor was the agricultural technology station, is said to have a close connection with him; many of the older generation know this patriarch."

"Later he went to Gangdao and founded the Yang Family."

"Later he returned, supported, invested, and established many companies."

"Like the present Hongqing Investment, Xinmin Bank Bank Bank Bank Bank..."

"Today the patriarch is live-streaming, throwing money around, saying he wants to carry out wealth redistribution."

"I grabbed three red packets; my luck was decent—I got over a thousand yuan."

"In a moment, there will be a 100-million red packet to grab."

"If you're lucky, you could snag tens of thousands or even hundreds of thousands."

"Do you know? Someone there grabbed several million and instantly achieved financial freedom."

Upon hearing that, the customer hurriedly downloaded Douyin, then searched for Tian Weiwei, while thanking the driver.

"Thank you, master, for sharing this good thing with us."

The driver was very straightforward.

"Hey, you don't get it—the patriarch said, the more people, the more money he gives out."

"For every additional million people, he gives out a ten-million red packet; for every additional ten million, a hundred-million red packet. If we reach a hundred million people, he'll directly give out a hundred billion. A hundred billion—who knows how many millionaires that could create."

The customer also became excited.

"Really? Then we need to hurry up and pull in more people."

In just half an hour after work, the online viewer count in Tian Weiwei's live broadcast room had already surpassed twenty million.

Manager Zhang watched the surging numbers, his heart pounding.

We haven't reached the peak yet; many people haven't received the news, but in the next two hours the peak will arrive.

"Everyone, pay attention: keep the servers stable, keep the download channels open, and be ready at any moment to activate Alibaba and JD. com resources."

"Also, the security department, prepare defenses to prevent anyone from sabotaging."

"Also, coordinate with the cyber police; if a large-scale attack occurs, be ready to promptly request support."

The whole team was extremely busy; nobody talked about getting off work or overtime—it was all voluntary.

The logistics department was also swamped, with meal delivery vehicles lined up, ready to serve everyone at any time.

Now many companies have realized this is Douyin conducting an unprecedented large-scale marketing campaign.

Many companies couldn't afford to rest; they were all staring at Tian Weiwei's live broadcast room.

They were all calculating the conversion rate.

"Spending ten million to gain a million users—it's worth it, not just worth, it's extremely worth it."

"Once the traffic converts, the next metric is retention rate."

"This depends on Douyin's capability; at least this start is very good."

"As long as Douyin can later put out competitive content, its rise will be as certain as nailing a nail on a board."

From six o'clock onward, Yang Qing's side has seen an unending stream of requests to connect mic to Tian Weiwei's live broadcast.

Yang Qing kept clicking reject here, his fingers aching from clicking, so he simply turned off the mic-connect function in the live broadcast.

This traffic is too huge; countless people want to hop on the bandwagon.

"If they can just barely catch a ride, they'll have nothing to worry about for the rest of their lives."

Yang Qing obviously understands this, so he doesn't accept any of them.

There are streamers who see the traffic right here but have no way to do anything.

They can't help but stir things up.

"Folks, this is a big shot—one person rose from the grassroots all the way to building the Yang Family."

"A big shot casually saying a couple of sentences is enough to benefit us for a lifetime."

"The opportunity is rare; everyone should best brush the subtitles, letting the big shot open the mic connection."

"Best to introduce me; I'll help the folks ask how to get rich."

"If the big shot reveals a bit of news, maybe it can let the folks become prosperous."

This person's ability to bluff is still impressive.

His few thousand fans just rushed to Yang Qing's live broadcast room.

"Yang Lao, may I ask how to get rich?"

Yang Lao, we also want to do wealth redistribution just like you.

Yang Lao, please connect the mic, Dachun Ge; Dachun Ge represents us and wants to ask you some questions.

They kept scrolling and spamming the screen; even though Douyin here used the subtitle extraction feature, these subtitles kept appearing nonstop.

Yang Qing couldn't tell that this was someone trying to hype off the traffic.

Connect the mic, Dachun Ge?

Don't even think about it.

Yang Qing actually didn't want to connect the mic, but the fans' rhythm seemed to have been stirred up.

More and more people want Yang Qing's wealth secret.

Even red envelopes can't stop this trend.

After seeing this situation, Dachun Ge was extremely excited.

It feels like huge wealth and honor are about to fall on one's own head.

But obviously he got happy too early.

Yang Qing picked up the phone and called Manager Zhang.

Manager Zhang had been watching the Live Broadcast Room; seeing Yang Qing make the call, he immediately picked up his own phone.

The call was indeed to him.

Do you yourselves have an account that teaches how to master Douyin?

Find someone who's very good at making content and connect with me.

Now that we have traffic, how do we get everyone to stay? You must have a plan.

At least teach everyone how to use this thing; honestly, it's a bit complicated.

Alright, just like that, do it as soon as possible.

The audience saw Yang Qing go make a call, but didn't hear clearly what he said.

They kept waiting until an account called 'Little Assistant' connected with Tian Weiwei on the live broadcast, and then they knew what he went to do.

As soon as the screen opened, Manager Zhang's face appeared.

Hello everyone, I'm Zhang Mingming from Douyin.

As requested by everyone, today I will act as the intermediary for your questions and communicate with Yang Lao.

Please go easy on me, ask some normal questions; otherwise I'm afraid Yang Lao will beat me up—Yang Lao's punches really hurt.

At the Little Assistant's place, the screen instantly filled with people, and the subtitles surged wildly.

Hello Manager Zhang, grab onto the big shot.

Manager Zhang, you look so young—I want to give birth to a monkey for you.

Manager Zhang, 176, D, long legs, can be soft or fierce………

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