Yan Ci on the other end of the phone seemed to be the calmest one instead.
He merely said disdainfully, "Yan Xianjue, you're eighteen this year, not eight, and definitely not eight months old."
"You pull this every time. Can't you try something new?"
Yan Xianjue did not care. The trick did not need to be new as long as it worked.
Yan Xianjue raised his chin and declared firmly, "No!"
Yan Ci choked. "Tsk, fine, fine. I won't send any more."
He muttered quietly into the phone, "Do you have any idea how much traffic I brought to your livestream?"
Yan Xianjue said, "...I can hear you."
And was that really traffic? Weren't they all here to watch the spectacle?
The two of them, Yan Ci and Boss Lei.
One dominated the special effects, while the other dominated the scrolling comments. Should they just tell the director to stop filming?
They might as well connect those two for a livestream together.
Yan Ci chuckled. "I wanted you to hear it."
Yan Xianjue rolled his eyes irritably. "I'm hanging up."
Yan Ci suddenly said, "I bought you some promotion. Keep an eye out for it."
With that, Yan Ci hung up directly.
A minute later, the director's assistant approached hesitantly. "Director, our show got featured. Should we restart the broadcast?"
The director said, "..."
The director wiped his face. "Start it."
They could not keep showing everyone the model home forever, could they? They were not furniture bloggers!
Calling it a restarted broadcast was not quite accurate.
To maintain the hype, the director had not ended the stream.
He had merely instructed the cameramen to turn off their microphones for the moment and let the cameras take the viewers on a tour of the model home.
A few days later,