Yang Chen turned off the live broadcast and left in a taxi with Yifei.
ten minutes later
The group of people who were rooted to the ground like wooden stakes all collapsed to the ground.
The middle-aged man panted heavily, his face covered in cold sweat. His eyes were wide open, and his face was filled with shock. It was obvious that he was too frightened.
The other bodyguards sat on the ground, trembling as they tidied up their clothes.
Especially Young Master Zhang, who was the most miserable. After he could move his body again, he let out a heart-wrenching roar.
"Ah! God damn it! Father! My lower body hurts! Ah!" Young Master Zhang only felt that all the torture he had suffered in the past could not compare to the pain he felt at this moment. He opened his mouth and spat out a mouthful of blood. His vision went black and he could no longer hold on. He also fainted.
"Son! Son!"
The middle-aged man's eyes almost fell out of their sockets as his mouth twitched.
"What the hell are you guys still standing there for! Hurry up and carry Young Master into the car! If Young Master died! I'll make you die with me!" The middle-aged man's roar was like a storm.
He felt as if his heart was being cut by a knife, and his internal organs were about to shatter. He tried his best to open his eyes wide to look at his child. He spat out a mouthful of old blood and immediately fainted.
The bodyguards helped the old master and young master into the car and left the place.
.......
The taxi stopped in front of Yang Chen's small rental house. He paid the driver some taxi fees and went back.
At this moment, there was a young man standing in front of Yang Chen's room. He had long limbs and delicate features. He was wearing a white suit and looked unhappy.
"Really! He's actually not broadcasting anymore!"
As soon as the young man finished speaking, he looked up and saw Yang Chen pulling Liu Yifei towards him.
Yang Chen glanced at the items on the ground. They were the equipment he had just bought. There were computers, speakers, cameras, microphones, and other equipment that could be used for live broadcasts.
"Haha, sorry to keep you waiting!"
Yang Chen walked over and lowered his head apologetically. It was already late at night, and the person did not care.
" I'm delivering a package," he said unhappily." I've been delayed here for three hours. According to the time, you have to pay me 500 yuan for the delay."”
As the young man spoke, he stretched out his hand and asked Yang Chen to pay the waiting fee.
Yang Chen did not mind. After all, he was a live-streamer. He would be embarrassed to show off if he did not have more than a hundred thousand yuan a day.
"Ding!"
Suddenly, Yang Chen's phone rang. He took out his phone and opened the screen.
Liu Yifei's mischievous eyes flashed as she asked curiously,""What's wrong? Whose message is it?"
"Oh! Hehe, it's the salary that Douyu platform pays me.”
"Wow? You're getting paid now? I remember that Douyu is settled once a month. It's only the middle of the month now."
Liu Yifei's good friend was a streamer on Douyu's platform. She sang songs every day and asked for fish balls, so she knew that Douyu's salary was settled at the end of the month.
But what the hell was with Yang Chen's mid-month settlement?
"Haha, I'm a Diamond Streamer on Douyu. Of course I get a discount. My salary is paid several times a day. Every time I end my live broadcast and turn off the live broadcast, my salary will be transferred to me.”
Liu Yifei nodded her head in confusion, looking as if she had suddenly realized something.
"Then what are you streaming on Douyu?"
Yang Chen rubbed his nose.
"What am I broadcasting? I'll livestream anything! He had played League of Legends this afternoon and won a few prizes.”
"How many rooms do you have? And his ID! I'm going to tip them, hehe."
When Liu Yifei heard this, she turned around and asked. She smiled sweetly at him. Her charm was overflowing, and she was truly beautiful to the extreme. Yang Chen only felt his heart sway, and he was instantly stunned.
"Me? My room number is 36666. My ID is Yang Chen! Prophecy Emperor."
Just as Yang Chen finished speaking, an excited shout suddenly came from the quiet corner!
"Ah! You are Yang Shen? Are you the Prophecy Emperor?"
The young man who delivered the computer felt as if he had been struck by lightning. His entire body stiffened, and his mind rumbled.
Yang Chen was stunned. Who was it?
She turned around and saw the young man who had just delivered the laptop walking out from the corner with an excited expression.
His eyes went blank, and every cell in his body tensed up. Cold sweat broke out on his forehead.
She grabbed Yang Chen's hand uncontrollably and said in a trembling voice,""You're God Yang! You are the Prophecy Emperor? You are my idol!"
The young man seemed to have gone mad. The ecstasy on his face was definitely not fake.
Liu Yifei was also very confused. In the end, after combing for three seconds, she burst out laughing.
"It seems like this is your fan! Look at how excited the fans are when they see you. You're quite famous!”
Liu Yifei covered her mouth and smiled. Under the slanted light, she looked even more picturesque and beautiful!
"Yang Shen! Hehe! You're really God Yang! I finally met my idol!"
The young man grabbed Yang Chen tightly with both hands, giving Yang Chen a fright. Could this guy have some special hobbies…
Yang Chen opened the door and turned on the light, signaling the young man to go in.
The young man was so excited that he looked as if he had eaten Dichlorvos and laughed crazily.
"He's really my idol! Yang Shen! Please give me an autograph!"
Yang Chen was speechless. Why were all the fans he saw such men? The fans of other novels were all female fans, okay?
He was really unlucky…Yang Chen was still thinking of signing his name on someone else's chest!
"Hehe, young man, I'll give you 500 yuan as a delay fee!”Yang Chen took out 500 yuan from his pocket and was about to give it to the young man.
"Don't... Don't! Idol! I don't want your money!"
The young man shook his head like a rattle-drum and sternly rejected Yang Chen's money.
"Isn't this the delay fee? I'll give it to you. I'm not a stingy person!”
Seeing this, Yang Chen couldn't help but laugh and was about to force it down his throat.
"Idol! I didn't recognize Mount Tai! How would I dare to take your money! Or else! I don't want this money anymore! Can you give me an autograph?"
The young man immediately begged Yang Chen for an autograph.
Liu Yifei burst into laughter again and said,""Just give him an autograph. He likes you so much.”
Yang Chen nodded and went into the house to find a pen. At this time, the young man quickly brought the computer and other equipment into the house and smoothly assembled them.
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