A female streamer named " Miya 'er " also posted an advertisement.
"Ladies and gentlemen, I will be livestreaming Chen Mo's concert tickets for sale tomorrow at 8 pm.
He wanted everyone to see how miserable his ticket sales were.
Everyone must come when the time comes."
"Haha, the streamer is bad, but I like it.”
"Tomorrow night at 8 o'clock."
It wasn't just these streamers. Many large websites also participated.
The UA Shock Department also announced that they would broadcast Chen Mo's ticket sales live.
Even a live streamer who was on the mic had joined in.
This streamer was called MC Ray.
He said in the live broadcast room,"Although we're the ones who are on the mic and are looked down upon by the mainstream singers today.
However, I despise Chen Mo even more.
Look at the lousy songs he sang. They were so LOW.
If my mic wasn't a song, then his songs were an insult to the word 'song'.”
As soon as MC Ray said this, his live stream was filled with bullet comments.
"Haha, you're right, streamer. Chen Mo's songs are even worse than his mic.”
"That's right. At least I'm excited when I'm on the mic. What's the point of listening to Chen Mo's songs?”
"Streamer, what the f * ck are you talking about? How is it not a song if you're on mic? Who says it's not a song?”
"F * ck, upstairs, I've already pulled out my 40-meter-long broadsword. I can't take it back.”
"Ally, let's have a grand burial."
"Friend, give him an emperor's funeral.”
"Hahaha…"
Chen Mo felt a chill run down his spine when he saw the overwhelming comments online.
Could it be that there were no more fans of his?
Otherwise, why didn't anyone speak up for him?
Chen Mo scrolled through the comments, but none of them spoke up for him.
It was all mockery.
If Chen Mo had not gone through so many heartbreaking things in the past few years, he would have collapsed.
"That shouldn't be. Where are my fans?”
Chen Mo could not figure it out.
But no matter what, things had already come to this point. The concert had to go on.
If the house was gone, so be it.
At worst, he could just start all over again.
Anyway, he was only 30 years old now. It was not too late to start over.
It was almost 8 pm.
When it was 7:59, the buy button was still gray.
However, a countdown had already appeared on it.
59 seconds.
50 seconds.
38……
20……
11……
3……
1……
The purchase button lit up, indicating that they could buy tickets.
Chen Mo was extremely excited.
However, he did not dare to look at the results, so he closed the page.
On the Internet, many netizens had already gone to the live streamers or other media pages.
They were waiting to see Chen Mo make a fool of himself.
Chen Mo was so nervous that he could not sit still on the couch.
He stood up and paced back and forth in the room.
Then, he went to the toilet.
Just as he was about to open the page to take a look, his phone rang.
Zhang Lei's.
"Brother Chen…did you swipe the votes?"
"Swap votes?" Chen Mo was confused.
"You know better than me how much money I have now.
What do you mean? Did the tickets not sell well?"
"No…"
"You really didn't swipe the votes?" Zhang Lei asked.
"I really didn't. What are you doing?" Chen Mo was a little angry.
"Brother Chen, don't be angry. Don't be angry.”"Brother Chen, if you really didn't buy the votes, then I have good news for you."”
"Hmm?"
"The 10,000 tickets that we sold for the first time were sold out. The entire journey took less than five minutes.”
Zhang Lei was so excited that his voice was trembling.
"What?" Chen Mo thought that he had misheard or that Zhang Lei was mistaken.""Are you kidding me?
Ten thousand tickets sold out in five minutes?”
"It's true." "That's why I asked you if you bought the tickets."”
"Wait a moment, let me take a look."
Chen Mo quickly turned on his computer and logged into the ticket sales website. As expected, the 10,000 tickets for today had been sold out.
Chen Mo was dumbfounded.
What was going on?
Weren't the netizens scolding them so fiercely?
None of my fans responded either.
Could it be that someone was deliberately manipulating the votes?
And then maliciously refund the ticket so that I can be even more miserable?
Chen Mo, who had been through a lot over the years, was starting to think of conspiracy theories.
Chen Mo told Zhang Lei about his idea, and Zhang Lei said,""Maybe there is. Let's see. We'll know when the tickets are sold tomorrow night.”
Chen Mo was shocked, so were the live streamers and viewers.
"F * ck, f * ck, what's going on? It hasn't even been five minutes, and the tickets are gone?”
"Host, is there something wrong with your computer?”
"No, it's the same on my computer.”
"What's going on?"
MC Ray was also stunned.
He had just mocked Chen Mo's song, which was not even as good as his own mic, and now he was being slapped in the face?
10,000 tickets, gone in five minutes?
Reality wouldn't be so cruel to me, right?
No, there must be a problem here?
Someone was buying votes. Someone was definitely buying votes.
" I suspect that Chen Mo has hired someone to buy tickets," Mr. Ray said in the stream." Otherwise, the tickets wouldn't have sold out so quickly."”
"Did they really buy votes?"
Some people believed it, but there were also some who doubted it.
Just as the Internet was in a state of shock.
In a mansion, a brawny man with a crew cut was sitting next to a computer.
He was only wearing a singlet that covered his slightly fat body.
It revealed the large gold chain around his neck and the large tattoos on his body.
In front of the computer sat a beautiful woman with some makeup.
Looking at the beauty's age, she was relatively young. She was more than ten years younger than the burly man.
"Oh no, Big Head, the tickets have been snatched.”
The beauty suddenly exclaimed in surprise.
The burly man called Big Head's expression changed when he heard that. He patted the beauty's head.
"Damn it, you said you would definitely get the tickets. Why are there no tickets now?”
"Who would have thought that Chen Mo's tickets would sell out so quickly? Isn't he outdated?”
The beauty said with an aggrieved expression.
"If you say another word, I'll slap you.”
"Brother Mo is the idol of my generation of martial artists," the burly man said angrily.
"Back then, when I was at my lowest point, it was his songs that gave me strength.
There are thousands of people like me in this society.
How dare you say that he's outdated?"
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