The Martial Artist Turned Movie Mogul
Chapter 92: Get away from me.

Chapter 92: Get away from me.

PM.

Tang Shu turned off the live broadcast and after packing up the twenty little boxes ready to be sent off, she checked the backend for the amount of tips received with a hint of anticipation.

[Tips: 114596.5]

Huh?

It actually doubled from last time. Was the increase this fast?

The usually cool look in Tang Shu’s eyes suddenly curved into a smile, her hands no longer hurt, and her eyelids stopped fighting, energized.

And at this moment, as expected, President Wang called.

"Miss Tang, are you busy right now?"

"No, I’m not, President Wang. Please go ahead."

"Here’s the thing, we sold over fifty thousand tools in today’s live broadcast. I’m rushing to organize the goods, and I will make sure to ship all the orders before the end of the workday after tomorrow. Your share of the profits is already displayed in the backend, and we will transfer the accounts to you after the end of this month."

Over fifty thousand orders?

Tang Shu showed a surprised expression. So, out of the more than two hundred thousand followers, a quarter placed orders? The ratio was incredibly high.

"I got it, thank you, President Wang."

"Not at all, not at all. Miss Tang, if you plan to do another live stream next time, remember to contact us. I will definitely assign two competent IT staff and customer service to cooperate with you at any time!"

Moreover, the customer service must be pleasant-speaking ladies!

"Alright."

Even over the phone, Tang Shu could hear the unusual excitement in President Wang’s tone.

After hanging up, she refreshed the backend and was stunned at the balance displayed.

[560823.37]

She: "???"

Is live broadcast selling this lucrative?

Tang Shu felt as if she had opened the gates to a new century.

***

As midterm exams approached, Medical University’s study rooms suddenly became the most popular places.

If you walked around the campus, you would find people whispering to themselves in the gardens, corridors, and under the big trees, with some wandering between each study room and the library.

Even Cheng Ranran felt the tense atmosphere and clung to her textbooks nonstop.

"Ah ah ah, I’m dying, why is this concept so hard to grasp?"

Ye Xiaohui, concentrating on conquering English, glanced over, "Where, let me help you?"

"Here, and here."

"Try using calculus, unfold it, then apply the derivative operation formula."

"Oh? That might work, I know what to do now. Xiaohui, love you, mua~~~"

"Eww~~~~~ Get away from me!"

Ye Xiaohui disgustingly twisted her head away, and Tang Shu, anticipating what was about to happen, immediately moved her stool away from them both.

The speed was quite astonishing.

Cheng Ranran ended up lunging at nothing, her pout showing her dissatisfaction.

"Shushu, don’t you love me anymore either?"

Tang Shu and Ye Xiaohui simultaneously shivered, "Get serious, we have an exam in two days, hurry up and memorize the material."

"What’s the use of memorizing? The counselor said there’s a practical exam this time, practical! We’re only first years and already have to face patients, it’s injust!"

"We have to face patients sooner or later, I think it’s not a bad idea to start early. I guess I’ll have to look for a good place to intern over the holiday."

As soon as Ye Xiaohui spoke thoughtfully, it elicited a shocked look from Cheng Ranran.

"Are you a demon? Instead of enjoying the holiday, you’re torturing yourself—I had no idea you were masochistic?"

"Get lost!"

Tang Shu was already used to the two of them always in a bickering mode, and inexplicably felt this kind of interaction was quite attractive.

You should know that in Damo, no noble lady was as openly emotive as this.