With the encouragement of Zhang Cheng's gift, Qing Feng rallied his team.
Occasionally, other players would also gradually stop when they saw his severely underpowered character, who was despicable and almost cute.
The chatroom gradually became active.
The gifts followed.
This made Qing Feng, who had not made any progress streaming for half a year, even more excited.
Escaping with a sliver of health, snatching a boss monster, treading the thin line with daredevilish feats, killing with brute force while under heavy fire. Each and every eye-catching execution made the audience in the broadcasting room even more excited.
So, such a character could be played like this.
Of course, if he met a skilled player with a far superior hero, Qing Feng would also get beaten up very badly.
His character possessed movement and recovery. But it lacked fine control and burst which others characters had.
Against a mismatch, he would be almost helpless.
He had even started games early with a 0-5 battle record.
Fortunately, as his equipment took shape and he gained momentum, the enemy team started looking sorry. In the end, with the help of his teammates, they gradually fought back, advanced vigorously and claimed victory.
It was a very exciting headwind battle.
Zhang Cheng sent another Cash Gun.
"Brother Cheng, do you like playing that game?" Xiang Xiang, who was at the side, picked up a peeled orange and put it into Zhang Cheng's mouth, and asked.
Zhang Cheng thought about it for a moment. He was not all that passionate about it. It was just a good time burner when he had nothing better to do.
Moreover, compared to playing by himself, Zhang Cheng preferred the current situation. He could embrace a beauty while eating fruit and watching someone else work laboriously.
Thinking of this, Zhang Cheng was deep in thought. Should he get a professional team to do it?
However, if he wanted to buy a professional team, he had to start small. The following expenses in terms of venue, salary, and maintenance costs were also extremely high. It was practically a gold-swallowing beast.
It wasn't something that Zhang Cheng could get involved in at the moment. Perhaps in the future, when the little leaf red sandalwood was ready, he could consider it.
Zhang Cheng didn't like cars, nor did he like expensive watches, nor did he like luxury items. But in the future, when he became richer, he would definitely look for entertainment.
Running a professional team seemed to be a good choice.
Xiang Xiang saw that Zhang Cheng seemed to be deep in thought. She sat quietly, with no intention of disturbing him.
A moment later, Zhang Cheng stopped thinking. What was the point of thinking so much now? There was no guarantee that the rosewood would even be sold. Moreover, even if it was sold, would it be enough for his future plans?
Thinking too deeply into it now was undoubtedly a waste of time.
Zhang Cheng shrugged happily. He continued to hold Xiang Xiang's slender waist and watched the game.
The next day.
Zhang Cheng went out for a walk to see if there was anything he needed to buy.
After all, he was no longer making do with just walking outside. Even if it was a rented house, it still felt more or less like a home.
The bedding and other things that he had bought previously were not enough.
He bought some more blankets, blankets, pillows, and saw that there were some dishes and tableware that could end up very exquisite.
Occasionally, he would buy a few pots of plants and bring them back.
In the end, he ended up buying a lot of them.
Fortunately, the rented house was large, so there was no problem accommodating them all.
After tidying up, Zhang Cheng checked in on Xiang Xiang. Today, her relatives were here. If they slept in the same room, he would be rather uncomfortable about it.
However, just as Zhang Cheng was reading a novel to pass the time before he went to bed, Old Man Fang Tan called.
"Little Cheng, do you still have ginseng over there?"
Zhang Cheng couldn't help but be surprised. How many times could a ginseng be soaked in wine?
"I do, but I only have three-year ginseng," said Zhang Cheng.
Although he mainly sold one-day and ten-day ginseng, he had to keep his supply artificially low. Who didn't know about the laws of supply and demand?
Hearing Zhang Cheng's words, Old Master Fang was a little disappointed.
"How good is it?"
"It's average. It's definitely not as good as twenty-year ginseng," Zhang Cheng said.
"How many do you have?" Old Master Fang asked.
"Seven," Zhang Cheng said in his heart.
"Okay, can you sell them all to me?" Old Master Fang wanted to buy them all.
Zhang Cheng was stunned when he heard this. What was going on? Or did he want to use quality over quantity?
"Sure, sure."
"Why? Did the price go up?" Old Man Fang asked.
"No, no. If nothing happens, those will be fixed at 50,000 yuan per ginseng," Zhang Cheng quickly said.
If he did not raise the price, other people wouldn't be able to buy such good ginseng even if they had money.
Therefore, whether spending 50,000 yuan to buy one-day ginseng was a profit or a loss depended on each person.
After chatting for a while, Zhang Cheng agreed to go to the pharmacy to trade ginseng the next day. He hung up the phone and looked at the time. It was only slightly past 7 pm, but he felt refreshed. He wouldn't feel sleepy until around 12 pm. Moreover, his interest in reading novels had been interrupted by Old Man Fang's phone call.
Therefore, after thinking for a while, Zhang Cheng took a coat and went out, ready to look for a bar.
Zhang Cheng and his colleagues had occasionally gone to bars.
Drinking and not drinking were secondary. Looking at the beautiful women who appeared in the bar was pleasing to the eyes, and it was also a good pastime.
He found a rather lively bar nearby.
Gorgeous lights and explosive music brought about a chaotic environment and an ambiguous feeling that made one's heart beat faster.
Hormones were also released here.
Various factors made the bar the best choice for modern dieters to vent their stress or seek temporary comfort.
Zhang Cheng did not go to the booth. He found a seat at the bar and sat down. He ordered a beer and a fruit plate.
Although his purpose in coming to the bar was not necessarily pure, he did not have much hope.
After all, his appearance was only ordinary. None of his clothes were luxury brands, so he would not attract any girls.
However, compared to drinking alone at home, the effect of killing time here was indeed good.
At least, looking at the girls coming and going, especially in this autumn, they were also dressed in unusually thin layers. A tall girl who walked over with her long legs exposed made Zhang Cheng drink a few large glasses.
"Boss, why aren't you going to dance?" The bartender at the bar looked at Zhang Cheng and opened a bottle of beer for him.
Zhang Cheng turned around to look at the bartender and smiled lightly. "I'm old, I Can't dance anymore." Actually, he was just lazy.
The bartender smiled and his hands, which were covered by the bar counter, fiddled with his phone.
Soon, a charming woman walked over. After sizing up Zhang Cheng for a moment, she directly sat next to Zhang Cheng.