I took the saint

Chapter 417

Back home
Everyone began to discuss how to make money.

"Now is the Internet age, my god, you can try to engage in the cultural media business!" Chacha suggested.

Da Zhuang shook his head, and said seriously: "I'm afraid it won't work, the Great God is a god, and the cultural aesthetics of their era must be different from ours!"

"Would you like to set up a stall?" Zhang San couldn't help but ask.

The three were discussing.

Su Ze looked serious, seriously thinking about how to make money!
In the upper realm, he can have bold ideas, as well as actions.Because anyway, he has money and connections.

It's not going to work now, because he doesn't have much money or connections.

"To be honest, there are very few people outside now. If you set up a street stall, you have almost no income." Chacha shrugged.

Setting up a street stall, if it was a few years ago, there might be a way out. At present, people like to shop online, order takeaway, and hardly go out.

Except for work and school, there are few people outside.Moreover, most of the jobs now are online jobs.

At this time, Da Zhuang took out his mobile phone and asked, "How about I ask an insider for you? We know a few friends, they are some magic sticks, why don't you hang out with them?"

"I remember they can make at least 10,000+ by cheating a person." Da Zhuang said seriously.

Hearing this, Su Ze looked unhappy.

Folding his hands in front of his body, he said displeasedly, "Do you think I'm like a magic stick?"

"Aren't they all the same? I think, don't all gods come from magic sticks?" Chacha also agreed with Da Zhuang's words.

However, if you think about it seriously, the great god is a real god, and compared with some god sticks, it is indeed not very suitable!
Glancing at Zhang San, Chacha asked: "By the way, Great Master, you haven't told us what your friends will do."

"I know a lot, such as swordsmanship! I'm still a mentor!" Zhang San said cheerfully, took out his weapon and began to gesture.

tutor?To be a teacher, I'm afraid you have to verify your identity!
Seeing this, Da Zhuang reminded: "Sister Cha, they are all people without identity, and they are black households! If we want to find jobs for them, we can only find some unscrupulous jobs."

"That's right." Chacha suddenly realized.

They have no identity, so it is impossible to work seriously.

Chacha and Da Zhuang looked at each other, and then thought of a way.

"Why don't they start a live broadcast and become Internet celebrities? I think Yuyan and Su Bao are cute." Chacha said seriously.

It was the only way she could think of.

Da Zhuang nodded, he also felt that this method would work!
Yuyan and Xiaobao on the side looked puzzled, they heard their names mentioned, but they didn't know what they were talking about.

Yuyan hugged the pillow tightly and asked curiously, "Sister Chacha, is it true that neither father nor uncle can work, so you have to use child labor?"

"This is not called using child labor! Your father is the protagonist, and you two children are supporting roles." Chacha explained with a smile.

After speaking, she began to introduce Su Ze and the others in detail, and broadcast the matter live.

The live broadcast is to spread through the network platform according to one's own talent.

When your talent is recognized by the audience, the other party will like you, or even give you a reward.

By becoming popular on the Internet in this way, many merchants will naturally ask them to make appointments for advertisements. At that time, the cost of an advertisement will be quite a lot.

"Master, what do you think? As long as you agree, we will help you create an image and prepare things!" Chacha asked politely.

Su Ze hesitated for a moment, and thought about it carefully, he had really heard of the anchor, and he had paid attention to many anchors before.

However, in his impression, the anchor is singing and dancing in front of the mobile phone.He is a big man, as an anchor?

"Is this inappropriate?" Su Ze said awkwardly.

Chacha smiled and shook her head, and said firmly: "Master, you can only go in two directions to make money now. First, be a magic stick and tell fortunes to others. Second, start a live broadcast and become an Internet celebrity! I believe that with your ability, you will definitely Can fire!"

"There is a third way, which is to continue to rob the tomb with us, but the tomb robbing business may not be able to open for a few years." Da Zhuang said seriously.

Su Ze's ability is the same as opening a physical plug-in.There are advantages, but there are also disadvantages.

Chacha took out her mobile phone and began to choose a good live broadcast platform.

In order to help the two choose a suitable live broadcast platform, Chacha also began to record the advantages of the two.

"Master Zhang San, you know swordsmanship, and you can teach swordsmanship in the live broadcast room at that time. Great God Su, what about you, I think you can try to live broadcast to help Yuyan match clothes." Chacha said seriously.

After two days of traveling, Chacha found that Su Ze's clothes were of good quality.Plus they still have some ancient costumes, Chacha doesn't mind letting them broadcast live.

After listening to Chacha's words, Su Ze also gradually understood that the anchor is not singing and dancing!

Six people gathered around a computer, and five people watched Chacha sort out materials and materials.After some tossing, several people finally determined the direction.

Two days later

Su Ze live broadcast for the first time.

For the first live broadcast, because there was not much traffic, Chacha suggested that Su Ze teach Yuyan calligraphy.

After an hour, the number of people in the live broadcast room changed from zero to one hundred.

"To be honest, I don't know how to write very much myself." Su Ze looked guilty.

After an hour of tossing, Yu Yan wrote a lot of words.And every word is ugly.

At this time, there were already comments from netizens in the live broadcast room.

"Anchor, please let the child go."

"Anchor, the child is still young, you really can't afford to enroll in cram school, you always let her study online by herself."

"Xiu, I finally saw a person whose calligraphy is as ugly as mine."

Netizens commented that Su Ze's handwriting was ugly.

Su Ze was also very nervous. Although his handwriting was ugly, he could still recognize it.

At this time, Yu Yan, who couldn't bear it anymore, clasped Su Ze's wrist with her backhand, put the pen into Su Ze's hand, and became the person who taught Su Ze instead.

"Uncle, don't shake your hands. Writing is actually not that difficult. Just relax your hands, pick up when it's time to mention it, and let it go when it's time to put it down!" Yu Yan has a childish face, her eyes are full of seriousness.

Su Ze smiled awkwardly. He originally planned to teach a child to write, but now it is a child teaching him to write.

After writing a few words, a rocket appeared on the screen.

"Xiu'er, I thought it was the Bronze Cult of Scrap Iron, who knew it was the Scrap Iron Cult King."

"Little sister's handwriting is really beautiful."

Soon, the person who was complaining about Su Ze's incompetence now began to praise Yuyan's beautiful handwriting.

In just 10 minutes, the number of people in the live broadcast room gradually increased, and soon reached a thousand people.

These people are all here for Yuyan.

After writing for a long time, Su Ze almost collapsed. He shook his hand and dropped the pen. He pretended to be calm and said, "Do you think my handwriting is really ugly? I'm just teaching you to be humble."

"But, isn't the theme this time about you teaching me how to practice calligraphy?" Yu Yan looked bewildered.

At this time, she didn't understand what Su Ze meant.

(End of this chapter)