AWB Chapter 360: Lu Ding Chicken: Big Eater (2)
Chapter 360: Lu Ding Chicken: Big Eater (2)
The script was written by a writer hired by the company. There are five melodramatic versions, and the character setting will be based on the one you choose.
Linzhi was drawing lots with several colleagues at the time. She had bad luck and was unlucky, so she drew this.
Whether it is to win the sympathy and compassion of the public or to arouse countless young girls and wives to share the same hatred of the enemy, as long as it can bring traffic, the performance is worth it.
After all, it’s all linked to the month-end performance bonus.
Well, in the live broadcast room at the moment, the audience is quite fond of this, and messages are flashing one after another on the public screen.
They were all greeting her ex-husband, and every word they said was powerful and meaningful.
The children who later accidentally entered the food broadcast room were stunned and confused.
After finally accumulating enough time for the live broadcast, Lin Zhi finally relaxed.
She slumped over the back of the chair with her shoulders drooped, and pushed hard against the table legs with her feet. The chair moved back several meters and stopped only when it hit the glass door.
[Ugh…]
She sighed.
My stomach feels warm and my heart feels cool.
According to the company's plan, attracting fans is the first step, and the next step is to sell goods and make money.
In last month’s performance, Linzhi was at the bottom of the company.
Together with the new operations guy hired at the end of last month, the boss pulled me into a small WeChat group of "Zero Zombies". We held small meetings every morning, noon and evening to demand goals and results.
Then, the boss who didn't care about her job even posted the screenshots of the chat in the company's group, asking everyone to urge her to make progress.
Tsk tsk.
Well, it's quite embarrassing...
【Chichichi? 】
Wang Defa was impatient to listen to the made-up story and was sleeping with his head tucked under the wings. Suddenly he heard the sound of a door closing and quickly spoke out.
However, Lin Zhi, who was rushing home from get off work, did not hear it.
So, when Linzhi came to work the next day, there were several piles of thin poop on her desk.
There are puddles of it here and piles of it there. It has been blown by the dry autumn wind for a long time and has long been dried up. It has to be picked off with a sharp tool.
Wang Defa proudly put his hands on his hips, and then was beaten by the broom, causing seventeen or eighteen hairs to fall off. When the wind blew, they flew all over the room...
Lin Zhi was not usually so angry, it was all because of the aftereffects of being called to the office by the boss to be lectured just now——
The boss gave her an ultimatum: if her data and performance continued to be at the bottom, her probation period would end early.
Coincidentally, the live broadcast content on that day was a hodgepodge of hot pot ingredients: snail noodles VS grilled durian.
Steam is rising in front of the camera.
Linzhi looked very happy. The operations guy who was helping to monitor the data had two pieces of toilet paper stuffed in his nostrils, but he still couldn't withstand the all-round attack of the biological and chemical weapons and escaped with his head heavy.
Wang Defa paced back and forth on the table, and anyone could see the anxiety and helplessness of this little chicken.
(??﹃??) I want to eat, but it’s too hot——
The food is cooked and eaten right before the hot pot stove, and the room stinks.
The public screen was surprisingly quiet, with only the official automatic messages from *** entering the live broadcast room constantly refreshing the screen.
The number of people online in the upper right corner is more than half less than the day before.
It's totally chill.
Lin Zhi picked up a fish ball with chopsticks and was about to feed it to the audience in the live broadcast room as usual, but accidentally, the chopsticks slipped, and the fish ball fell on the table and quickly bounced back.
The fish ball was not as fast as the chicken feet. Wang Defa ran over with his mouth wide open, stretching and retracting his neck, and the fish ball just fit into his pointed mouth.
The soup flowed out and covered the chicken.
Familiar netizen A: [So sneaky! ]
Black-hearted netizen B: [Cook the chicken to liven up the livestream! It must be delicious! ]
(Wang Defa stared: Are you a devil?!)
The operations guy who was hiding outside and watching the live broadcast, who also worked as a part-time administrator in the live broadcast room, immediately pinned this comment to cheer people up, and the number of people online miraculously doubled.
He stood outside the glass door and gestured frantically, reminding Linzhi to seize the opportunity to get on the shared bike and bring the goods!
Lin Zhi stood up and pretended to go to the side to get her gloves, but she couldn't help frowning.
She knew what the company's popular products were - high-profit snacks that were sold under the guise of real products, and the manufacturers were several small workshops in the boss's hometown village.
Searching the name of the small workshop word by word on Qichacha, it was found that the business license was registered only a few days earlier than the time she started working. Moreover, her boss owned all the shares, more than 50%.
The snail rice noodle she tried today is the flagship product. She tried it privately last month.
The spices are plenty, it’s fragrant and spicy enough, and the stink is so strong that it makes your head fly up and around.
As a senior foodie who travels all over the country during the winter and summer vacations, Linzhi naturally knows that the ingredients of this soup base are all made with technology and hard work, and cannot be compared at all with the authentic ones from the place of origin of snail noodles.
It won’t kill you, but you’ll have to hold the toilet for three days…
The live broadcast room of the sales champion next door was beating like a gong, and the shared bikes numbers one, two, and three were all sold out.
The operations guy outside the door was even more anxious than Lin Zhi. Seeing her standing there stupidly, he pushed the door open and came in, typing on the keyboard anxiously.
Zhizhi Big Stomach King Live Room Administrator: [A lucky bag is being distributed, with twenty 100-50 live shopping coupons. Everyone, please follow us and see who will be the first lucky winner tonight! ]
Wang Defa took a detour and squatted in front of the computer with half a fish ball in his mouth: Wow, if there is a bargain, don’t take advantage of Wang Jiudan. There are two conditions for receiving the lucky bag——
1. Light up the fan club sign;
Second, leave a comment [Support Zhizhi’s positive energy +1] and keep watching the live broadcast online for ten minutes.
A large number of unchanging comments flashed across the public screen, and the number of online users in the upper right corner soared to eight hundred.
Wang Defa nodded, indicating that he had learned something and that it was possible to retain people in this way.
The fish ball was swallowed in one gulp, and the first product of the shared bike was put on the shelves.
Linzhi was already immersing herself in slurping noodles. Her bright red lips were plump and translucent. With every sip, the bright red color was stained by the soup, and the color became more saturated.
The audience swallowed subconsciously, drooling with greed.
It is no wonder that Lin Zhi, who was happily working in the noodle shop, was poached by the boss to be a host. Not everyone is good at eating live.
Wang Defa: (???)
Operations guy: Hurry up and place your order! My bonus, performance bonus, house and car are all waving at me...
Several order reminders did pop up in the background, and the operations guy was very happy.
Promotion Notice——[100 50-12 coupons have been used, will the second wave of lucky bags be issued? 】
The operations guy nodded yes without hesitation.
The tool man Linzhi said nothing, his chopsticks flew up and down, and he just ate.
Wang Defa was crying as he walked around the pot, hoping that some meatballs would fall from the sky. If not fish balls, potato balls would be fine too.
But it didn’t.
As we all know, there is very little noodles in snail noodles and you can finish it with two chopsticks.
Linzhi has a big appetite, and one packet of noodles is not enough to fill her up, so she has to cook another one.
As I was unpacking the bag, the live studio suddenly went dark.
blacken……
Notice: [After investigation, the anchor was found to have overeaten and violated public order and good customs. He has been temporarily suspended and ordered to make corrections. The live broadcast privilege will be restored after seven days! ]
The operations guy’s eyes went dark: he had just tasted a little sweetness from selling goods, with only 20 orders, and it was all over, he had run into trouble!
The boss, who put his short legs on the desk, snorted coldly and threw the unburned cigarette in his hand into the wine glass.
Lin Zhi wiped the oil off her mouth: Oh, it doesn't matter, the black screen won't delay my meal! Even though I know I have to live on the toilet from tonight on.
Wang Defa excitedly ran to the soup bag. There was still some thick residue inside. Wow, it looked like there were snails.
(〃'▽'〃)
It grabbed a snail with its pointed beak and swallowed it down with its neck tilted back.
(⊙o⊙)...
The snail shell was hard and round, and it was stuck in the middle, unable to go up or down.
Wang Defa wanted to scream and ask for help, so he flapped his wings and jumped on the table.
Linzhi took the time to take a look and thought that the chicken was greedy, so she kindly gave it a vegetarian meatball that had been soaked in soup.
Wang Defa opened his mouth and took it, swallowing it, trying to squeeze the snail out of his neck.
If the chick didn't have this fur, you would probably see its face turn red and its neck become thick.
The operations guy couldn't stand these two brainless foodies anymore, so he got up and left. He had to talk to the boss about changing partners.
The vegetarian meatball aggravated the blockage, and Wang Defa squeezed hard enough to squeeze out another egg.
Shanghai Mlik First Aid, hurry up!
Unfortunately, Lin Zhi, who was immersed in the state of a glutton, did not receive the signal.
The small egg, still steaming from its own heat, rolled to the edge of the table and barely stood still.
The little pheasant stretched its neck, straightened its legs, twitched a few times, and then fell down completely and motionless.
There were a few plump snails in the packaging bag under the body.
The manufacturer is really willing to cut in materials, but the shape doesn’t look like a snail at all…
Little chicken, remember, eat as much as your belly can hold.
Luding Chicken, dead!