816 Adorable Mermaid (1/2)
Of course, Zhang Zian didn't believe Sihwa's incredible speech at all. He asked while wiping his hands, ”Oh, really? How much tipping did you get then?”
”Tipping… Emm, around… Around 100 yuan. It's not a lot, but it's my first day of live broadcasting! The first day!” Sihwa emphasized without confidence.
After seeing her shifty eyes and uncertain words, Zhang Zian knew for sure that she was bragging.
In the past, when he had tried to do a live broadcast of scooping cat litter, there were no more than ten visitors in the whole day. All of them took a quick look and then left.
”Okay then, do another live broadcast.” Zhang Zian took out his own phone. ”I'll check out your live broadcast room as well.”
”Ah… Emm… Well… Hum…” Sihwa's face suddenly turned pale. She stuttered, ”Well… My phone battery is almost dead. Let's broadcast tomorrow…”
After seeing her reaction, Zhang Zian grew more certain that she was just bragging. He continued to taunt her. ”It's fine. Just broadcast for a little while and let me see how many fans you have. If you are not lying, I'll make sure to fully charge your phone.”
Sihwa bit her lip and stared at him with fury. This evil cheapskate. He must be embarrassing me on purpose!
”If you are lying, you'd better admit it now. I won't punish you,” Zhang Zian said generously.
”I… I'm not lying!” Sihwa was driven mad by the look on his face. ”Fine… Do you want to watch my live broadcast? Beware… my number of fans will scare you!”
”Hehe, take it easy. I can take being scared.” Zhang Zian smiled with confidence. ”Tell me the number in your live broadcast room.”
Sihwa clenched her teeth, then braced herself and activated the live broadcast app. She entered her own live broadcast room. She closed her eyes tightly, then opened them up little by little. She could not bear to look at the number of her fans.
Not zero… not zero. As long as it's not zero, it's all good. Zero is too humiliating… she prayed in her heart.
”What? What?”
The number of fans was not zero; it was not a one-digit number, nor a two-digit number. It was… 237!
She rubbed her eyes and looked again. The number still didn't change. As she activated the live broadcast, another group of fans poured in quickly.
”Wow, the hostess is awake!”
”The hostess is prettier awake then asleep!”
”Girl, what were you doing just now? I was watching it, then it suddenly stopped!”
Sihwa was thrilled. She told Zhang Zian, ”Look! Look! I have 237 fans! Live fans! Look at it now!”
”Really?” After seeing her so excited, Zhang Zian grew doubtful, thinking that she could just be acting… But the acting was too genuine. Even Famous could not act better than that. He found Sihwa's live broadcast room according to the number she provided.
[The Hottie Manager] entered the live broadcast room.
[Mr. Grape]: Welcome.
At the same time, the number of fans mounted to 238.
Someone asked, ”To whom was the hostess talking to just now? A boyfriend?”
”My heart is broken! Please comfort me! Why do all pretty girls end up with ugly guys?” someone responded.
[se7en] sent a Chinese mitten crab and left a message: ”Hostess, let us see what your boyfriend looks like.”
Sihwa was shocked. ”Chinese… Chinese mitten crab! A Chinese mitten crab is worth 100 yuan!”
Her mouth was half open. She was almost drooling––not because she wanted to eat Chinese mitten crabs, but because the Chinese mitten crab gift was worth 100 yuan!
”So generous! Are you a Tuhao? Or tall, rich, and handsome? Why are you giving away a Chinese mitten crab just like that?” She no longer knew what to say.
In the past, when she had watched television dramas, the hero would give away a billion dollars without blinking an eye. She didn't really know how much that was and had no idea about the conversion rate between South Korean won and Chinese yuan. She felt that the hero was handsome and rich. She had nothing to do with however many billions of dollars he gave.
Yet this 100 yuan was a real 100 yuan; the 100 yuan belonged to her!
[se7en] sent a Chinese mitten crab and left a message: ”Haha! The hostesses expression looks so funny. Does 100 yuan make you a Tuhao?”
Another 100 yuan!
Sihwa almost fainted from happiness! Soon, she would be able to save some money. Not only could she pay off what she owed Zhang Zian, but she could even… At first, she wanted to buy a cruise and go to Korea. But then she realized she should start with a small goal: get another phone. The battery of one single phone could not last long…
Zhang Zian also watched in astonishment. His face was burning! Why were there so many people in her live broadcast room? And why was there was a tipping Tuhao? Were they all frauds?
He had heard that some popular hosts falsified the number of their fans. Maybe… Impossible. Sihwa was a newbie. Who would be willing to falsify numbers for her? She could not even pay for her own electricity and water bills. How could she possibly hire ghost posers for herself?
Besides, the bullet screen was quite active in the live broadcast room. It didn't look like they were posted by robots––except for [Mr. Grape], who said ”hello” to every single new visitor, just like a robot!
Bullet screen comments traveled across the screen. There were not that many, but Sihwa was not used to it. She could barely follow them with her eyes. Yet she focused primarily on the Tuhaos out of instinct.
She replied, ”Well… Because this is the first time I have ever made money. I'm so happy that I'm almost in tears!”
She wiped her eyes for real; it could not be faked. As she spoke, a few other generous people also tipped gifts of various amounts.
”This may not be appropriate, but the hostess is so pretty even when she wipes her tears!” someone said.
”She's pretty all over the 361 degrees! The extra 1 degree is my love!”
”Doesn't the hostess want to answer? Is it your boyfriend that you are with?”
Sihwa paused, then clarified immediately, ”No way! He's just… Emm…”