Just as Ren Yong had predicted, the sadder his story, the more sympathy he received, and the better his sales during the live stream.
Ti gradually passed, and finally, it was 8 p.m., the ti Shu Wan had scheduled for her live broadcast.
"Alright, next let’s see—"
Ren Yong was excitedly about to introduce the next product when he looked up and saw that two-thirds of the viewers had left his live stream.
"It’s fine, as long as you beat Shu Wan later, everyone will co back," his assistant reminded him quietly through the headset.
Ren Yong nodded, continued to pitch products to his audience with a normal expression, and ordered his staff to increase the sales, knowing it wouldn’t be long before the viewers would co back to his stream.
However, as he waited, the number of viewers in his stream rapidly decreased, showing no signs of increasing.
In Shu Wan’s live streaming room, the number of viewers had reached the platform’s limit.
Shu Wan was broadcasting from her study, where the intricately carved solid wood furniture was quaint and refined. The table was prepared with brushes, ink, paper, and an inkstone, and Shu Wan wore a cute white bear-thed pajama.
She wore no makeup, yet her natural beauty was striking, her face tiny like a crescent moon against the plush material of her pajama.
[Reasonable to suspect that Shu Wan’s reason for streaming is to use her beauty, she’s so pretty, I suddenly feel, even if she does sothing wrong, she could be forgiven.]
[Is it just or is anyone else noticing the garden outside the window??? Such a large garden, I can’t even imagine how big the house must be, Shu Wan really lives the good life every day.]
[Just relying on that face to make a living, daring to show up after doing such disgusting things, where does she get the audacity.]
In the live stream, Shu Wan quickly glanced at the barrage of ssages, then picked up the brush and wrote a few strokes on the paper.
Just by seeing her casual way of holding the brush, the viewers could tell that Shu Wan didn’t know calligraphy; proper calligraphers would sit upright like a pine tree, yet Shu Wan was so nonchalant.
Everyone was about to start criticizing when they realized sothing was off.
The cara slowly panned down to the table, and the characters Shu Wan had written clearly appeared on the screen.
Most of the viewers didn’t understand calligraphy, but they could tell whether it looked good or not.
Shu Wan’s writing, compared to the one Su Wan wrote in the drama, was sowhat alike, but seed to be even more ethereal.
[How does it look like she’s written it so well? Is there anyone who knows about this to comnt, I am illiterate, but why do I feel like it’s better-looking than Ren Yong’s??]
[??? Those who know are already on their knees for Shu Wan; her writing is not just better than Ren Yong’s, it’s ten tis better, it has both form and spirit. Maybe the writing in the drama was Shu Wan lowering her standards.]
[Are you sure this isn’t a doctored video?? How could Shu Wan, at her age, write such expert strokes?]
Because of Shu Wan’s writing, the discussion in her live stream increased dramatically. Shu Wan paid them no heed and continued to write out an entire ancient poem.
After finishing, Shu Wan lifted her head and clicked the button to link her live stream, quickly sending a co-broadcasting invitation to Ren Yong.
anwhile, in Ren Yong’s live streaming room, the audience was still unaware of what had happened and were worried about the steadily decreasing popularity.
Suddenly, they saw the invitation for co-broadcasting from Shu Wan, and Ren Yong, without any hesitation, clicked to accept.
Regardless of Shu Wan’s intentions, as long as it brought him viewers, he was willing to accept.
But upon seeing the calligraphy in Shu Wan’s live stream, Ren Yong’s expression froze imdiately.
"You said that I stole your work. Then write one and show , is it better than mine?"
Shu Wan looked at Ren Yong with a calm gaze that seed to possess infinite piercing power, making Ren Yong feel an inner void.
"I twisted my hand while picking sothing up just now. I can’t write at the mont, let’s do it next ti."
Only a connoisseur would know how hard it would be to surpass Shu Wan’s strokes, and Ren Yong was well aware that not writing was better for him; if he did write, he would surely beco a laughingstock.
[???? Where did he twist his hand? He was so energetic when selling products just now, and now he’s afraid to write? Didn’t he say that Shu Wan stole his work, then prove it to everyone.]
[Tsk tsk, feeling guilty, are we? So it was Ren Yong who lied after all, even a fool can see that Shu Wan writes way better than him.]
Watching the barrage of doubts, Ren Yong’s ntality began to crumble. At this mont, the assistant whispered another suggestion in his ear, "Don’t mind them, what does it matter if they insult you? Do you know how much money you could make tonight?"
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