Chapter 347: First Livestream!

But because of the name "Xiao Chen", countless people stood in front of their bulky desktop computers, frantically refreshing that blank link.

In this mountain village, the live-streaming environment is extremely rudimentary.

Xiao Chen found some reflectors and used a few powerful flashlights to make a simple fill light.

A brand-new, high-performance mobile phone was mounted on a tripod, with a rudimentary preview window lit up on its screen.

Leslie Cheung leaned closer to the screen and examined it carefully.

"Ah Chen, is that really me in there? Why is it so tiny?"

"Mobile phone screens are small, but they connect to millions of households on the other end of the network."

Xiao Chen patiently adjusted the recording equipment. His movements were professional and efficient, making him seem more like a seasoned geek than an actor.

The director was so anxious backstage that he kept scratching his head.

"Teacher Xiao, are you sure we don't need to connect the HD camera to the control room? What if this phone... what if the phone loses power?"

Xiao Chen glanced back at him, a faint smile playing on his lips.

"Director Wang, this sense of approachability is the essence of live-streaming e-commerce."

"Ready, countdown, three, two, one."

Xiao Chen lightly tapped the screen with his slender fingers.

The previously still live stream room seemed to have been ignited in that instant.

The number of people displayed at the top of the screen flickered, and then the numbers began to skyrocket.

10 million... 50 million... 100 million...

Before Leslie Cheung could even straighten his suit, he was startled by the densely packed text that popped up.

"What is this? Why are so many words flying around?"

"Brother Rong, those are comments from the audience. They're saying hello to you."

Xiao Chen stood at the edge of the camera, not in a hurry to show himself.

He knew that to bring this emotion to its peak, he needed to create surprises little by little.

"My God! It's Leslie Cheung in real life!"

"Is that Sister Mui? Sister Mui still has such an elegant demeanor!"

"Where's Xiao Chen? We want to see Chenbao! We want to see the most handsome face in the world!"

The barrage of comments scrolled wildly, and the server's warning beeps echoed throughout Wang Jinhua's office.

"Aunt Hua, this is terrible! The traffic is too high, it's already surpassed two million!"

Wang Jinhua stared intently at the screen.

"Send all the backup servers on! Xiao Chen's reputation cannot be ruined by a technical accident!"

At this moment, Xiao Chen finally strolled slowly into the camera's view.

He was wearing a very ordinary white shirt, with the cuffs rolled up to his forearms, looking as refreshing as a boy next door.

For a moment, the screen seemed to freeze for half a second, followed by an even more intense explosion.

"Ahhh! Xiao Chen! My God, why is he so handsome even without makeup!"

"Does this guy even look real? He wasn't this handsome even in Titanic!"

Xiao Chen waved at the camera, his smile sunny and slightly mischievous.

"Hi everyone, for those who haven't eaten yet, I suggest you prepare some snacks first."

Without saying a word, he picked up a jar of traditional rice wine brewed by the villagers.

"Today we won't talk about movies or music; let's talk about the hometown sentiment contained in this jar."

Chen Xiaochun muttered to himself from behind.

"This kid's delivery of lines is unmatched."

Wu Zhenyu also smiled, a rare sight, as he watched Xiao Chen handle himself with ease in front of the camera.

The number of people is still soaring, and the red line of 300 million has been crossed in an instant.

The entire production crew was stunned.

The executive director stared wide-eyed, unaware that the walkie-talkie he was holding had fallen to the ground.

"300 million people...that's equivalent to dozens of large stadiums watching us at the same time?"

In the 2010 internet environment, this kind of data was nothing short of an alien technology miracle.

Xiao Chen didn't check the number of people; he simply poured himself a glass of wine, the liquid sparkling under the light.

He raised his glass, gave the camera a half-hearted look, and his affectionate gaze made countless women watching on screen scream.

"This wine is produced in very limited quantities each year, because every drop is made with the sincerity of a homegrown product."

"Today, I don't represent Shiba Culture, I only represent this land."

"The link is below. There are only 3,000 copies available. If you're slow, you might have to wait until next year."

As soon as he finished speaking, the order notifications in the backend started popping up like popping beans.

Ding!Ding!Ding!

Wang Jinhua's voice trembled on the other end of the phone.

"Ah Chen, sold out in seconds! Three thousand portions, and it didn't even last three seconds!"

Xiao Chen seemed to have anticipated this. He put down his wine glass and playfully raised an eyebrow at the camera.

"Oh dear, it seems everyone's enthusiasm is even stronger than this wine."

At that moment, the entire room fell silent.

The director, who had initially been skeptical, now looked at Xiao Chen with the newfound respect, no longer as a "star" but as a "god of wealth."

Anita Mui and Leslie Cheung, who were standing behind Xiao Chen, exchanged a glance.

I never imagined that live-streaming e-commerce would actually work.

The moment the live stream camera was turned off, the immense pressure that had enveloped the entire venue vanished instantly.

The village chief could no longer hold back; the old man, who had spent his entire life toiling in the fields, suddenly filled his cloudy eyes with tears.

He rushed forward and grabbed Xiao Chen's hand. His calloused hands trembled violently, and his lips quivered, unable to utter a complete sentence for a long time.

"Teacher Xiao... I..."

He suddenly knelt down.

With quick reflexes, Xiao Chen gently lifted the village chief with his arm, using a clever technique to help him regain his footing.

His voice was gentle, with a calming power.

"Old village chief, what are you doing? You mustn't do this."

"It's...it's perfect! Absolutely perfect!"

The village chief finally recovered and was so excited that his face turned red.

"If this wine sells, the village will have a way to make a living! Those kids who went out to work will be able to come back!"

"The elderly and children at home will then be taken care of!"

He wasn't talking about business; he was talking about the hopes of countless families.

The surrounding villagers also gathered around, their eyes no longer showing the restraint and distance one would have when looking at a big star, but only the most simple and heartfelt gratitude.

An older woman insisted on stuffing two hot roasted sweet potatoes into Xiao Chen's arms.

"Teacher Xiao, you're such a good person! You're a great benefactor to our village!"

"Yes! Thank you! Thank you, Miss Mei! Thank you, Mr. Zhang!"

The villagers were simple and kind, expressing their gratitude to everyone in the camera's view.

Anita Mui and Leslie Cheung exchanged a smile; they were already used to the spotlight and the screams of fans.

But I have never been surrounded by such sincere gratitude that concerns my livelihood.

Anita Mui waved her hand gently, a charming smile playing at the corners of her eyes.

"Don't thank us, everyone. We're just here to join in the fun. The real idea came from Ah Chen."

Leslie Cheung nodded in agreement. He looked at Xiao Chen, who was surrounded by villagers, and noticed a strange sense of disconnect about the young man.

On one hand, there's the dazzling aura of a superstar, and on the other, a serene composure that blends perfectly with this land.

"Yes, if you want to thank someone, thank him."