The Martial Artist Turned Movie Mogul
Chapter 511 - 510. Rainbow farts are free of charge?

Chapter 511: 510. Rainbow farts are free of charge?

[Medicinal herbs that grow in nature like this are truly magical in every way.]

[emmmmm~~~I’m kinda buzzed.]

Buzzed, very buzzed.

That was the unanimous opinion of everyone present.

They were so buzzed that they almost forgot why they had come to the live stream in the first place.

As the clock struck nine, Tang Shu was tidying up the processed medicinal herbs in front of him and glanced at the comment section.

"Isn’t anyone mentioning the giveaway today? Hmmm—if you guys don’t want it, we can also not..."

Before he could even finish saying ’giveaway,’ the comment section exploded.

[Draw! Draw! Draw! We were wrong, Uncle She, please forgive us!]

[We must do the draw! We can’t not do it, we just forgot to comment... pfft! How could we forget such an important thing???]

This is unscientific!

[It’s all those Challengers’ fault, always babbling about painting and stuff, making me forget about the giveaway!]

[Giveaway, giveaway, I actually forgot about the most important thing in the live stream?! Unbelievable!]

The fans stirred up their enthusiasm and started spamming like crazy, fearing they might let the long-awaited giveaway slip by.

Meanwhile, many old fans had already begun notifying others to enter the live stream and grab the gifts. In just one minute, a considerable number of old fans who hadn’t been watching joined in.

The traffic surged dramatically in an instant.

The programmers who were leisurely watching the live stream on the backend casually glanced at the number of online viewers and shivered suddenly.

"Oh my god, when did it reach twelve million???"

"Damn! Silently we got an extra two million people? When the hell did this happen?!"

"emmm, did the sky change while I blinked?"

While everyone was shocked, they couldn’t help but breathe a sigh of relief—it was good news that the number hadn’t reached the fifteen million limit; their platform servers were still holding up.

"Please don’t let it climb any higher, I beg you!"

"I knew it! Watching Uncle She’s live stream is like bungee jumping, anyone with a slightly weak heart would collapse!"

"I would never have thought that not only do I have to face the danger of going bald as a programmer, but I also have to endure this kind of extreme bungee-jumping challenge—"

Being a programmer is hard in this day and age, but being a live-stream backend programmer is even harder!

Mom, I want to go home, society is too scary ing~~~~

The programmers at the backend braced themselves for a crisis while Tang Shu took a satisfied look at the comment section.

That’s more like it.

She would feel as if something very important was missing if there were no giveaway; she had grown accustomed to asking everyone’s opinions before crafting the small porcelain bottles.

"Let’s start by drawing fifty people."

Tang Shu opened up the blocking mini-program version 2.0, first blocking those who had already won a prize. The comment section instantly sped up as the old fans started to flood the chat.

[Look at me! Look at me! Look at me!]

[I have to be one of them this time, Uncle She, you’re the most beautiful!]

[Quickly notice me, please Uncle, flip a card for me~~~~]

[Cute.JPG. Begging for a card flip, Uncle She is the handsomest in the universe!]

[Uncle She is unbeatable! The most charming and elegant man, a true gentleman, that’s you!]

...

In no time, all sorts of four-character compliments flooded the comment section, as if they didn’t cost anything. First-time viewers were completely baffled.

[...]

[???]

[!!!]

[What’s going on here, are compliments free or what?]

[Is this some cult? Talking about flipping cards, do they think they’re the emperor? The Qing Dynasty is long gone!]