The Martial Artist Turned Movie Mogul
Chapter 405: $404. What a meager allowance!

Chapter 405: $404. What a meager allowance!

He actually played his cards in an utterly unconventional way, doing things entirely based on his own ideas.

Among the many live streamers, who else could do that?

"The link is so casual, and yet there’s a scheduled time for tipping? Is that for real?!"

One of the programmers felt like he had discovered a new continent; he just couldn’t believe it!

"Maybe it is true, I’ve heard others say that this streamer speaks very little. Apart from explaining, he hardly says anything else, very aloof."

"Is this kind of persona popular now?"

Everyone had to admire, trends really damn change unpredictably!

Inside the live streaming room.

The content that followed began officially, a pair of gloved hands skillfully processed the medicinal materials on camera, speaking at a steady pace, often answering questions that popped up on the screen.

Most people were entranced, even the programmers forgot to monitor the data...

"It seems... surprisingly useful?"

"This guy isn’t boring at all, I actually got hooked. My hands are itching—I really want to try processing some medicinal materials too—"

"Concise speech, yet striking right at the core, without any beating around the bush."

"Is he a university professor from the Medical College? If he is, I guarantee I could pass his class!"

Every single person in the live streaming room was captivated, except for one person who was frantically busy, in pain yet enjoying it.

This person was Shen Yan!

"Holy shit, we haven’t even been live for half an hour, and the number of orders from the back-end has already broken through two million aaaaaah!!!"

Ever since the Dandelion Tea order link was uploaded, he had been in charge of monitoring the back-end data.

He was so startled by the refresh that he nearly jumped out of his chair.

"Half an hour, half an hour, you’re not paying attention in class, sneaking orders in?!"

What kind of tea is this, can it be that good, even better than Da Hong Pao, Biluochun Tea?!

They’re all such tough customers!

Working me to death!

***

That night, aside from Shen Yan and the live stream back-end programming team working overtime, there was another group of people sitting in front of their computers.

—Sales staff from Cloudscape Tea Shop.

Unlike the former two, these three salespeople’s attitude towards this live stream sales event perfectly copied the back-end programming team’s first experience.

After dinner, they sat bored in the office... playing games.

What kind of game can three people play?

Of course, it’s—Fight the Landlord.

"Double aces!"

"Can’t beat it."

"Pass!"

"Here comes some rain, hahahaha, I’m out!"

"How is it you again? I’m not playing anymore, I’m almost losing my underwear!"

"Hey wait a minute, why are we stopping? It’s a long night, everyone put your pocket money on the table!"

"Pocket money my ass! What’s that? Do I look like I have any?"

"Usually in the office when I order takeout, it’s that remote control at home placing the orders!"

Pocket money?

Non-existent.

"Yeah, I’m done too bro, I’ve lost it all this round."

Two out of the three-person team had lost everything, and the single biggest winner ended up being annoyed to the point of figuratively spitting blood, completely devoid of the joy of winning.

"Are you all showing off, huh? Is this some sort of mockery because I’m single?!"

Pitiful indeed—he didn’t even have a girlfriend.

He had plenty of pocket money, but the feeling of having no one to supervise him... really wasn’t great!

"It’s only eight-thirty, still two and a half hours away from the end of that live stream, sigh—"

Overtime in the late hours, why is it so unbearable?