"arrive!"

"666!"

"2 hours, 28 minutes and 47 seconds!"

"It's been two and a half hours!"

"Hahahahahahahahahahahahahaha Where did these sand sculpture water friends come from? What the hell is Sahua!"

"Pang Meng's live broadcast room, also known as the sand sculpture concentration camp!"

"Why do I find such an inspirational thing a bit funny, but why the hell am I crying!"

"What are you doing standing there in a daze? Why don't you make me cry!"

"The two-hundred-kilometer long march is over, scatter flowers!"

"Finally, I'm done running. I'm so tired from running compared to Fatty Meng!"

"Go back and draw quickly, the toilet in the village is out of paper!"

"Hahahaha, my friend asked me what drama I'm watching recently, and I answered A Tale of Two Cities. Isn't it witty?"

"Shouldn't it be "Forrest Gump"?"

"It's obviously a modern version of Kuafu chasing the sun! After traveling so far, isn't it just for...?"

"Brother, Fatty Meng is here to see the concert!"

"Sending the c-position halo as promised!"

"The agreed-upon guns and oars will be delivered in ashes!"

"As promised..."

Gifts with the effect of a site-wide broadcast appeared one after another, drowning out the thick barrage.

Not long after, with the help of gifts, the live broadcast room with more than 50,000 people sent Meng Fan to the homepage of 8 stations. Although the major anchors are not here before ten o'clock, it is still a bit cruel!

There were twenty-one C-position haloes before and after, four oars and oars were reduced to ashes, and there were countless other small gifts.

Due to the effect of the broadcast and lottery, the number of people online in the live broadcast room quickly reached more than 100,000, which is really rare on a morning like this.

Meng Fan, who had reached the finish line at this time, had already changed from running to walking. He grinned with difficulty at the water friends waiting for him and opened his mouth. He wanted to speak, but it was difficult to make a sound. He was all encouraged.

The wind-like breathing was replaced.

"water!"

"towel!"

A water friend brought water with one hand and a towel with the other.

Meng Fan gestured, this water friend was very talented, so he opened the water and poured it on Meng Fan's face.

Well, he has watched marathons, so that’s what he meant.

What can Meng Fan do if he wants water friends to wet his towel with water? Give him a thumbs up.

"Do you want help?"

A skinny sailor had been following Meng Fan as he walked. He was afraid that he would fall, so he asked with concern.

"You can't help me, old man!"

Another water friend was also quite upright: "Well, why don't you move a little to the side? I'm already stressed out by seeing Fatty Meng, and I have to be careful not to get run over."

The rest of the water friends were obviously upright. They were all talking to Meng Fan or the people around them, and their mouths were like barrage launchers.

"Pang Meng, you really ran away on your own!"

"Hahaha, do you think there is a substitute?"

"Mom, it's more...mighty and majestic than I imagined!"

"After watching the videos and photos taken by water friends before, I was already amazed. I didn't expect that I would be even more...well, beautiful!"

"What should I do? I originally wanted to come and see Fatty Meng and encourage myself to lose weight, but when I saw Fatty Meng looked very tired, I kind of wanted to give up!"

As long as it didn't hinder him, Meng Fan would try his best to smile and let them complain.

"Are you done celebrating?"

After about three minutes, a man in his thirties wearing security clothes came over, pointed at the ribbons here, and said to a group of people: "This is not appropriate!"

"Sorry, sorry."

One of the more attentive water friends knew that the security guard had already noticed this place when they fired the ribbon cannon. It was very polite and humane to wait until they were almost done celebrating before he came up to mention the garbage.

He came forward with a series of apologies.

"Well, we were a little too happy, so we didn't pay attention to it. Well, we will accept the fine. Of course, if there is a broom or something, we can also sweep it ourselves."

"Forget it, fines are not the purpose, please pay attention next time."

The security guard who had something to say originally waved his hand and called the cleaning staff over the intercom when he saw that his attitude was so good.

After five or six minutes, Meng Fan regained his breath, took off the sports water bottle from his backpack, took a small sip to moisten it, and then slowly started taking big gulps.

"Thank you for coming to my concert."

Meng Fan also took off his live streaming assistant and scanned the dozens of water friends who came. After saying something with a smile, he pointed it at himself and expressed his gratitude to the water friends in the live broadcast room: "Thank you for your continued support."

Support! I know there must be some of you who have followed all the way till now, and I just want to ask how boring you are, hahaha!"

"The water friends on site helped me beat him to death!"

"Hahahaha beat him to death!"

"Why does Fatty Meng seem to be getting more and more mean?"

"How can you be so naive as promised?"

"The character is broken!"

Meng Fan pretended not to see anything and abruptly changed the subject: "Let's get down to business. As I promised before, I will donate all the gifts along the way to the Shanjin Love Fund."

He took out his mobile phone and pretended to watch the live broadcast room. At this time, there was another wave of gift frenzy, and he said with a smile: "Okay, I'll wait for three minutes, and you can give me whatever you want. After three minutes, I will

Statistics gifts, all donated.”

Bang bang bang.

Immediately, several C-position halos and many small gifts appeared, many of which had a combo of more than 100 hits.

After the three minutes were up, Meng Fan opened the backend and started counting from the day the run started, which was September 30.

Over the past four days, Meng Fan has been live streaming frequently and for a long time. From running to night outings, he has been live streaming for more than 8 hours every day, with many viewers and many rewards.

Among them, every time I encounter a traffic jam, meet a sand sculpture water friend, meet a good-looking person or interesting thing during a night out, it is the time to craze for gifts, and after reaching the finish line this time.

The calculated figures still surprised Meng Fan. Counting the last three minutes, the total value of the gifts was more than 72,000!

On average, a day is quite a lot!

To be honest, the number of people online in Meng Fan's live broadcast room is not very large, not even a fraction compared to those big anchors, but the proportion of people giving gifts is really not small.

Of course, some wealthy fans still accounted for a large proportion of the gifts. More than 40,000 of the more than 72,000 gifts were given by a dozen wealthy fans.

For example, Xu Turtle's family opened a hardware store. Who knows how many days Nianxiu has been gone? Forgive me, I'm under the dog, Qi Xiaomo, love Han Fei, Zhang Feifei and Yide, Snowy Paradise lw, full of integrity

The Blue Boy, Kazhka, Kyogorifon, etc.

"It's more than 70,000 yuan to hold the grass. Do all anchors make that much now?"

"It's not much, it's really not as good as some entertainment female anchors' one-day gifts."

"But pull it down, other anchors would make more money, the better, but Anchor Meng, you really don't want to make any more money! The more you make, the more you lose!"

"Hahahaha, do you think the water friends who give gifts are trying to flatter the anchor? They are trying to kill the anchor!"

"I'm quite curious about how much Anchor Meng will donate this time!"

"You won't give out as many gifts as you did last time, right? You'll have to donate half of it yourself!"

"It's not just half, there's also tax!"

"It's better not to give it up! It makes me afraid to give gifts!"

"To educate you, the anchor can only get half the value of the gift."

"Last time, Anchor Meng received a gift worth 10,000 yuan and donated 10,000 yuan, which is equivalent to posting 5,000 yuan!"

How much to donate?

Meng Fan was also a little embarrassed.

Only donate the 36,000 yuan of your share of the income?

Meng Fan felt that he couldn't take action.

Directly 72,000, and post 36,000 by yourself?

With the mission of [Lottery Boy], Meng Fan can really accept it to be honest.

Just thinking about it, I think it's a little too deliberate, and I also think it wouldn't be good if water friends acquiesce to this method.

Make a compromise.

"The gift is 72,000 yuan, and my profit is 36,000 yuan. Since you are talking about donating money for charity, it's not good to just use the gifts you gave me. I will make up 14,000 yuan and make up 50,000 yuan."
Chapter completed!