Chapter 2515

Ma Lan's description of Qian Hongyan surprised Ye Chen quite a bit.

He really didn't expect that Qian Hongyan had actually seized the biggest trend on the internet right now and learned from others to start live-streaming sales.

Moreover, what surprised Ye Chen even more was that Qian Hongyan had even established a persona online.

There are millions of people playing with live streaming, but those who know how to use a persona and can establish it well are very few.

Some people package themselves as success masters, teaching others every day online how to turn ten thousand yuan into ten billion, and everywhere they go, they brag about how many star companies and grassroots entrepreneurs they have cultivated. In fact, they themselves might not have even finished high school. In their early years, they sold fried skewers, but because they didn't have a hygiene permit and the urban management wouldn't let them set up a stall, the project failed. Later, when the short video trend came, they transformed and became an entrepreneurial elite with a net worth of over one hundred million;

Others like to design some alternative and refreshing catchphrases or physical movements for themselves, relying on the constant repetition of these symbols to complete the brainwashing of the audience.

Besides this, some people like to show off their wealth and label themselves as second-generation rich; some like to pretend to be intellectuals and brag about having read tens of thousands of books; and there is also a portion of people who like to sell misery to gain other people's sympathy.

Qian Hongyan is the latter.

She relied on selling misery and establishing a persona of a strong woman to gain quite a few fans, and successfully made a portion of her fans sympathize with and admire her. Therefore, when she started live-streaming sales—under the guise of wanting to earn money for the medical expenses of her husband and son who were paralyzed in bed—she began to swing her sickle at her fans.

At this time, Ma Lan took Xiao Churan's phone and searched for Qian Hongyan's live-streaming room through the short video platform.

At this moment, in the live-streaming room, the number of people online had already exceeded twenty thousand.

Qian Hongyan sat at the head of her husband Xiao Changgan's bed, and while wiping Xiao Changgan's face, she introduced to the camera: "Family members, this towel in my hand is made of one hundred percent natural pure cotton. Its water absorption is so good, and it's especially soft when wiping the body!"

"For someone like my husband who is paralyzed in bed, you must diligently wipe and wash his body every day to prevent him from sweating and getting bedsores. This kind of towel is very easy to use; it wipes clean, and it doesn't leave much moisture after wiping, which can keep the body dry!"

"For towels like this, every family should keep some in stock. Old towels should be changed diligently. When guests come to the house, there are also new towels that can be used for guests. Moreover, this towel is currently on promotion: three for only ninety-nine, and the manufacturer is also giving out benefits: buy three and get two free. Calculated down, one towel is less than twenty yuan, which is very cost-effective!"

"I only managed to secure three thousand orders from the manufacturer. Everyone, if you need them, place your order as soon as possible. Once this village is gone, there won't be this shop."

As she spoke, Qian Hongyan picked up a water cup and fed Xiao Changgan water. As a result, Xiao Changgan's movements were wooden, and he accidentally spilled it on his neck. Qian Hongyan immediately used the towel to wipe the spilled water clean and said to the camera: "Everyone look, the water absorption of this towel is indeed not bad. It's thanks to it, otherwise my silly husband would definitely have gotten the bed wet."

Ma Lan cursed in her mouth: "Damn it, look at Xiao Changgan's dead look; he's acting quite like it! I remember he only had broken legs, but he didn't have senile dementia!"

Ye Chen laughed: "It must be acting; this is all scripted, and it's rehearsed in advance."

At this time, Qian Hongyan in the live stream wasn't in a hurry to put it in the shopping cart, but patiently finished tidying up for her husband before sighing: "Actually, if my husband and son weren't paralyzed, I wouldn't want to earn money from family members here. For a towel like this, I earn a two-yuan commission for one order. If all three thousand orders are sold, I can earn about six thousand yuan. Six thousand yuan sounds like a lot, but there are several mouths in my family waiting to eat, and my husband and son are waiting for money to go to the hospital for rehabilitation treatment. The daily expenses are more than this number. So, family members, just take it as helping Yanzi. Anyway, for things like towels, you have to buy them sooner or later. Since that's the case, why not buy a portion here at Yanzi's, which can be considered as offering a portion of love to Yanzi. Yanzi thanks the family members here!"

Hearing this, Ma Lan cursed in a rage: "Damn it, I'm going to vomit if I keep watching! This stinking woman Qian Hongyan really knows how to act!"

At this time, Qian Hongyan in the live stream picked up another phone and said: "Family members, I'm going to put it in the shopping cart now. Everyone who needs it, hurry up and grab it. Three, two, one, get on the cart!"

Ma Lan muttered: "This crappy towel doesn't even have a brand, and she's selling five for 99 yuan. I see that good towels using top-grade long-staple cotton are about this price too. Only a fool would buy hers!"

After saying that, she muttered again: "Let me see how many orders you can sell."

While saying this, her finger clicked on the shopping cart icon in Qian Hongyan's live-streaming room. Clicking in, the link ranked first was this towel: buy three get two free, 99 yuan including shipping. The real-time sales volume was already over one thousand eight hundred orders.

Ma Lan was shocked and blurted out: "Damn, someone is actually buying it?! And over one thousand eight hundred orders?! If Qian Hongyan earns three yuan per order, doesn't that mean she earned over five thousand yuan in the time it takes to fart?!"

As she spoke, she asked Ye Chen: "Good son-in-law, she said that for this ninety-nine-yuan towel order, she can only get a three-yuan commission. Is she lying? Why do I feel it should be at least five or six yuan!"

Ye Chen laughed: "Mom, you underestimated it. I estimate Qian Hongyan's commission is at least twenty yuan per order."

"How much?!" Ma Lan was completely stunned and blurted out unbelievably: "Can she earn at least twenty yuan per order? Then she sold over one thousand eight hundred orders just like that. According to this, she earned over thirty thousand?!"

"Just about." Ye Chen nodded and said: "Maybe some people are fake-ordering, and maybe some people are returning goods, but I estimate she can earn at least ten thousand to twenty thousand."

Ma Lan was already driven crazy, gritting her teeth and cursing: "Damn it, that stinking woman Qian Hongyan, if you give her so much money, will she even know how to spend it?!"

Ye Chen said casually: "Didn't she buy a Mercedes G-Wagon?"

Hearing Ye Chen's words, Ma Lan was even more depressed.

But what was even more depressing was that at this time, Qian Hongyan choked up and said: "Three thousand orders have all been sold out. Thank you, family members! Thank you, family members! Yanzi has nothing to repay you with, so let me sing a song for everyone. This is the theme song of my favorite TV series. The heroine is almost more miserable than me, but her unyielding character has always inspired me and made me stronger!"

As she spoke, she hummed softly: "The long years, you say that year was so confusing..."

Ma Lan felt a wave of dizziness and blurted out: "Damn, three thousand orders all sold out?!"

After saying that, she exited and refreshed it. Sure enough, it was already taken off the shelves, and the sales volume was exactly three thousand.

Ma Lan was so jealous she wanted to rush to the neighboring villa immediately and tear Qian Hongyan apart, gritting her teeth and cursing: "Three thousand orders, sixty thousand yuan! Is this earning money? This is robbery!"

After saying that, she muttered indignantly: "Damn, so many orders, just packing the express delivery would tire this stinking woman to death! It would be best if she got tired to the point of a cerebral hemorrhage and ended up paralyzed in bed like Xiao Changgan and Xiao Hailong!"

Ye Chen shook his head helplessly and continued to twist the knife: "Mom, Qian Hongyan is just live-streaming to sell goods for the manufacturer; she doesn't need to worry about packing and shipping. After these three thousand people place their orders and pay, the manufacturer will start packing and shipping. Qian Hongyan doesn't need to do anything; she can just wait to withdraw the commission."

"What?!" Ma Lan was going crazy and asked in a near-collapse: "You mean she earned so much money and doesn't even need to pack and ship it herself?! So much money, and she earned it while blowing hot air and singing! Is there any justice in this fucking world?!"