Qin Xiaobao picked up the physical album that had been signed on the table: "A total of three thousand copies of the physical album of "The Love of Life" have been produced. They are only given away and not sold. Today in the live broadcast room, five hundred copies will be given away. The barrage will be posted soon.

Can be extracted.

Then..."

He stood up with a guitar hanging behind his back.

"Does anyone remember this guitar?"

Many people responded enthusiastically.

"Yes, this is the second-hand guitar I bought when I first started live streaming. To be honest, the sound quality is average, but it represents the beginning of my new life. I rarely play it now. Are you interested? If so,

Take it out as a gift."

"I want I want."

"You can have this."

"Want a guitar."

"Is it the one I bought for more than three hundred dollars?"

"One time I even broke a string."

"It's so fast, more than half a year has passed in a flash."

"The guitar is the hero."

"..."

It was Xiang Yang who said that the guitar was a gift. He said that the fans would only eat this set. It was an instrument with a special meaning and it must be popular. Now that I took it out, it turned out to be true.

"Okay, let's give away the guitar first."

As soon as Xiaobao finished speaking, the staff nearby immediately set up a lottery mode.

Five minutes later, the lucky winner was born, and a fan named "Just Let Me Sing Love Songs and Cry Tears" won the prize. He was not shy and directly criticized the fan.

"Let's discuss it. I'll give you two thousand in return."

"Haha, two thousand, I'll give you ten thousand, okay."

"Tsk, tsk, Brother Ha has so many rich fans."

"Damn it, you're the winning insulator."

"Too bad it's not me."

"jealous!"

"The winning rate is too low."

Qin Xiaobao saw these barrage: "There is no way, there are too many people, but please be patient. In addition to the physical album, we have also prepared keyboards, mice, headphones, mobile phones and other prizes. There will always be a chance.

Okay, let’s go back to the normal process and let’s order songs. I feel like most of the live broadcasts these days are chatting. I haven’t done this for a long time..."

In the live broadcast room, Qin Xiaobao felt as if he was home and at ease.

Among the millions of people, there must be reporters, anchors, and colleagues in the industry watching, but he doesn't feel any pressure at all.

He and Xiang Yang sang and harmonized, and the atmosphere continued to rise as they cooperated tacitly.

Eleven fifty-nine,

All activities have been temporarily ended.
Chapter completed!