With the colorful little tricycle bringing its wobbling snow-white canopy closer, in the [Heshui Fangfang] livestream room, all the security guards stood up from the stones, eagerly rushing towards the roadside.
Then listen to the scattered words coming through—
[Let's just say, if you're going to sell goods, be serious about it. What brand is the rice noodle?]
[Yeah, can't the streamer ask for the brand?]
[Don't need the streamer to ask, I bet this is all part of a coordinated script... But they've been milking this suspense for ages, who is the million-view streamer?]
[Probably not a script, you can see the conflict unfolding.]
[Yeah, the drone got bitten by a dog, that's not cheap.]
[Forget about that, I just want to know what rice noodle it is. Streamer, can you get closer?]
[Closer, and I'll tip you.]
The bullet comments were lively, and once again, the topic shifted. [Heshui Fangfang] felt so frustrated.
