He gritted his teeth and smashed down a thousand rockets.
The second million-level gift made the live broadcast room even more popular, and those viewers had already begun to call friends outside to come and see the awesome God.
What made Jiang Zhihao want to laugh was that when Wang Keheng presented the gift, he also added a sentence.
"You have more money than me, do you have the strength?"
Obviously, he was so angry that he wanted to compete financially with the top tycoon who had just entered.
How could he have imagined that the so-called top tycoon was actually beside him.
Seeing what he said, Jiang Zhihao smiled. Considering his family background, he might not be Wang Keheng's opponent.
But if it was a simple competition to see who had more money, ten Wang Keheng together would not be his opponent.
Jiang Zhihao recharged 1 million again, sent a thousand rockets, and added: "As a person, you should learn to keep a low profile."
Wang Keheng didn't notice Jiang Zhihao playing with his mobile phone. All his attention was now focused on the live broadcast room.
Seeing the second million-level gift take off, he actually felt a little heavy.
The Wang family is not a top family. In terms of financial resources, it is even worse than those large family businesses.
Young tribesmen like Wang Keheng are even more limited in their monthly pocket money.
Even though Wang Keheng used his own connections to do some business and made a lot of money, the total cost was only a few hundred million.
It's not like he has never played with one million at a time. Sometimes he gives gifts of one million to friends.
But today, he had a bad feeling that this unknown tycoon might not be easy to deal with.
But Jiang Zhihao was watching from the side. How could Wang Keheng give up so easily? He immediately followed up and bought the second million, and added: "Strive for strength, don't talk nonsense, if you have the ability, continue, if you don't, get out!"
Jiang Zhihao shook his head slightly and recharged the third one million.
Again, for Jiang Zhihao, making money is always the easiest thing, and he never cares about it.
Just like when I spent 10 million to support my daughter Lingling.
You know, at that time, Jiang Zhihao was not as rich as he is now.
He threw money in, and Wang Keheng could only keep up.
One million for you and one million for me. Before long, the gift amount exceeded 10 million.
Fortunately for Wang Keheng, he is a shareholder of the platform after all. For anchors like Wang Yingjun who have not signed a contract, all gifts in the live broadcast room belong to the platform.
As a shareholder, Wang Keheng can get 15%.
In other words, for every one million, he can directly get back 150,000 yuan and only spend 850,000 yuan.
Even so, if he spent ten million yuan, he would have spent eight and a half million yuan.
The most important thing is that despite all the money, Wang Yingjun never showed any interest in him.
She would only say thank you when she bought a gift from the shop whose ID was facing the sea.
Wang Keheng wants to scold everyone. They all give him the same gift. Why do you just say thank you to him?
He even wondered if someone was deliberately doing this to him.
A few names of people quickly came to mind, all of which he had offended before, but with their status, those people should not be capable of such despicable means.
And regardless of whether it is those few people or not, Wang Keheng is now in a difficult position. One of the two of them must move before this game can end.