It Would Be Great If I Could Be a Copywriter

This is the reason why Su Chen received large rewards from the two women.

He would never have imagined in his dreams that Yinsha and Fengyu came to his live broadcast room to board the boat because they got into trouble and felt uneasy.

At this moment, Su Chen, who didn't know that the draft was gone, was still happily finishing the draft.

After drawing the face code, he specialized in red pupil and silver again. It was around ten o'clock in the evening before he finally completed three drawings.

At this time, the popularity of the audience has stabilized at just over three million. Among the million audience, there are even many cartoonists among them. skills or something.

But it's a pity that these cartoonists can't see anything just by adding color to the three paintings.

[This painting skill is amazing, worthy of being Mao Bao]

【cute】

【Completely able to rush】

Appreciating the pleasing finished product, the barrage is full of praise.

In the following time, there was still more than an hour before the broadcast at twelve o'clock.

It took time to write a few scripts, let a few voice actors play impromptu dubbing for a while, and it was almost ready to be broadcast.

"Okay, it's already 11:40, and there are still 20 minutes before the next broadcast. During this last time, I won't broadcast any content, so I'll be lazy and chat with everyone here. "

Spreading his hands, he really thought that the live broadcast this time had a good effect.

So, you guys don't mind touching a fish in the last twenty minutes, right?

[Isn't it? This is about to be broadcast]

[mmp looks at teacher Mao Xuewang's painting and feels that time flies too fast]

【Time management failed】

【Where did the time go~】

[Suggest live broadcast all night]

[Mao Bao will broadcast it to everyone for a while. It is rare to have such an interesting live broadcast. After the end, I guess the brothers will have to switch to recording and broadcasting]

"There is really nothing to broadcast." Su Chen, "Why don't you play the screen and order songs, and then I will ask the cv teachers to sing for you?"

[? ? ? 】

【I thought you were going to sing】

[Shameless old thief will bully cvs]

【Classic call cv】

[Downloading is fine, but remember to take off the mask]

【Friends, don't speak up! 】

After chatting with the barrage ghost for 20 minutes, it can be regarded as the last time. Su Chen breathed a sigh of relief, said hello at the end, and planned to download it.

But before the broadcast, the bullet screen was ten thousand reluctant.

This Maoxuewang didn't live broadcast once in eight hundred years, and finally had a live broadcast for one night, and they didn't know when the next live broadcast would be, which made them really not want to let each other go easily.

Even, a user who was an admiral member tried to communicate with Su Chen, saying that he planned to build a fan group and invite Su Chen himself to join the group in the live broadcast room.

This made Su Chen feel nothing. Anyway, he already had enough qq groups, and he opened countless messages every day, and he didn't mind adding one or two more.

When the mask is turned on, there is no notification sound, so and so.

Except for a few more important editors and authors who have set special concerns, all other news should not be disturbed.

However, after the barrage suggestion, the users in the live broadcast room immediately became lively, and began to type a lot of group numbers on the public screen, hoping to get Su Chen to join.

Looking at the group numbers on the screen, he was almost dumbfounded.

It turns out that these people have built so many groups behind their backs?

Although this aroused Su Chen's interest to a certain extent, the live broadcast is almost over now, and Su Chen didn't search for anything. After saying in the live broadcast room, "Private message message group number, wait for me to add", completely 's downcast.

The live broadcast is finally over.

Looking at the blacked out computer screen, the staff relaxed a little, and store manager Xu also came over from behind the scenes.

Speaking of which, Emperor Xu was quite satisfied with this live broadcast. Not to mention that the subscription attention of "Death note" and several cvs in the background more than doubled, the popularity of Su Chen's own live broadcast room was also very scary.

Some fly in the ointment is that it's a pity that the game of Hong Kong Guild Records didn't even finish the first chapter during the live broadcast, but fortunately, the reaction of the other party playing the game is very interesting...

Especially the catapult start at the first high-energy, which made the store manager Xu who was watching the live broadcast in the background laugh out loud.

He felt like he was laughing so happily for the first time, as if he had a stroke.

Sure enough, happiness is all based on the pain of others.

The greater Su Chen's reaction, the brighter the smiles on the audience's faces.

He didn't expect Su Chen's reaction to be so great, and he directly filled up the live broadcast effect.

"Everyone has worked hard, this live broadcast was very successful."

"It's really hard work, I'm so sleepy."

Su Chen yawned unceremoniously.

"Can I go to bed now?"

He is really sleepy now, with a full day's schedule. After he came to Shanghai, he went to the bookstore, went straight to the Leijian Library, had a verbal exchange with Youzi, made a three-day appointment, and then rushed to b Station, discussing the arrangements for the live broadcast.

It is really busy all day except for eating.

Now he just wants to find a more comfortable hotel, go there to pamper the bed, sleep with his eyes closed, fall asleep, and play chess with Duke Zhou.

"Okay, just wait for a while, and then I will take you back to the hotel." Manager Xu.

"No need, just tell me the address, I'll take a taxi by myself." Su Chen looked at store manager Xu with disgust.

Finishing it so late, the other party must be giving speeches and doing finishing work in the company. When he finishes it all, it will probably be after one o'clock in the morning? Su Chen couldn't afford to wait.

"Are you alone? Are you okay?"

"You treat me as a child?"

"That's right, then you can take a taxi alone and go first. I booked a room at xx hotel, and you can just say your name when you arrive." Manager Xu waved his hand.

"okay."

So Su Chen changed her clothes and left alone satisfied.

Instead of going through the main entrance, he chose the side entrance which was relatively close. He took a shortcut all the way to the street.

It was twelve o'clock in the middle of the night, and it was pitch black outside the company.

Except for a car passing by now and then, there was no one on the street—as it should have been.

However, after seeing the situation on the street clearly, Su Chen became much more energetic.

Can anyone tell him what's going on?

Why did several groups of people gather scatteredly at the gate of the company, just like the queue at the vegetable market rushing to buy special eggs.

That's right, at this time, several groups of people gathered on the road opposite the entrance of Bilibili Company, as if they were waiting for something.

There was a group of students who looked like students, carrying video equipment, chatting and laughing across the road.

? ? ?

Could it be that this is the live-action version of the spirit detective team?

Is there someone named Jiahui among you?

Su Chen walked behind a group of people curiously, and casually patted one of them on the shoulder.

"Brother, what are you doing squatting here at night? Are you the anchor of the supernatural program group?"

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