Chapter 157 She was right

"There is no threshold for live broadcast?" Shi Mochiyue said lightly: "There is a threshold for live broadcast, but the threshold for live broadcast is inside. Anyone can do live broadcast, but if they want to make money, want to make money, want to support themselves, and even want to be popular, yes There are high barriers to entry, live streaming is a winner-take-all industry, if you are an MCN organization, the prospects are good, but..." He stopped talking.

   "I'm just a travel food blogger with millions of followers." Xia Di shrugged.

   He is very self-aware of his identity.

   "That's pretty good too." Shi Mochizuki smiled slightly, her deep eyes hiding her appreciation for Xia Dai.

   "It's not bad." Xia Dai smiled brightly, "To tell you the truth, although I am nothing compared to you now, I am still very satisfied."

   "Very good." Shi Mochizuki nodded, "Life is not in one direction, we can grow arbitrarily, and we can be all over the place, or we can be down-to-earth and long-lasting."

   "Someone has said something similar." Xia Di laughed out loud, with a boldness.

   After he went to college a few years ago, he could not find the purpose and direction of his life, nor did he have the motivation to do business.

  Sister saw that he was a little down, and asked him: "What do you like?"

   He said: "I have no ambition in life, I just like to eat and play, and have fun with everyone."

  This kind of salted fish mentality, if it is in an ordinary family, it may be criticized by parents, or by the surrounding relatives, friends and friends for not being motivated.

   But he is more fortunate to have open-minded and supportive parents.

   They never asked him anything.

   Even if he had already stated that he didn't like to go to work, they never said that he didn't.

   It's just that as a boy, he doesn't study hard every day, and he doesn't want to work hard. After a long time, he will start to doubt his sense of self-worth, and he will want to start rethinking the meaning of life.

   After thinking about it for a while, he didn't know what to do.

   Until my sister listened to his thoughts, she shared with him some vlogs of internet celebrity bloggers with high-quality content.

   He began to think about whether to combine his own strengths and preferences to create his own way of life, and to explore his own value in this way.

   Then, he decided to develop in the direction of self-media.

  Because he is doing what he wants to do and loves to do, he also has the heart to do it well.

   After deciding his future career direction, he began to learn how to operate his own media account bit by bit. Gradually, because of his interesting, informative and useful content, he was liked and followed by more and more fans.

   After so many years, he has become a travel food blogger with millions of followers.

  On weekdays, you can live very well by relying on advertising fees and live broadcast delivery fees.

   Not to mention, he also built his own food brand with his father and has his own food processing factory.

   Now these foods are well-known on the Internet, they are not worried about sales, and the daily turnover is gratifying.

  Shi Mochizuki looked at Xia Di's face full of pride and satisfaction, lowered his head, and went downstairs with a smile.

   To be honest, he is arrogant by nature, and there are very few people in his life who can be seen by him, let alone who he envy.

   But, he envied Xia Dai.

   This has nothing to do with his origin, talent, appearance, etc.

   Instead, Xia Di is one of the few people in his life who can live in the unconditional love of his parents.

   So he has lived a magnanimous life since he was a child.

   Consciously mediocre, in fact, he has a warm glow without knowing it.

  …

  The men upstairs focus on career topics and dig deep into it.

  The topic of the women downstairs jumped from the disturbing neighbor next door to literary and artistic products.

   The girl's gentle voice seems to have become more affectionate because of this wet and rainy day.

"I always feel that their music, literature, and commodities all reveal this kind of soft and nuanced sense of daily life. The incisions are small, very calm, the wind is light and the clouds are light, which makes people feel comfortable and moved, looking up like a sea breeze. The sky is beautiful and down-to-earth.”

   In general, women's minds are more variable in certain aspects, while men are more focused.

   This is the magic of the Creator.

   The rain outside the window began to fall, and the fine raindrops fluttered on the fiery red pomegranate flowers in the yard, and the slightly downward sloping petals showed an elegant demeanor.

  Xie Haitang noticed that he was dressed in his son's clothes and went downstairs. He was as handsome as a young man with a sparse bamboo forest style, and there was joy in his eyes: "Come here for tea when you are hours."

   That is a kind of joy to see the junior you like.

  Shi Mochizuki smiled slightly, happily obliged, and then sat down on the sofa beside Ning Youguang.

   Xie Haitang handed him a freshly poured cup of tea.

   When Mochizuki saw the blue tea soup in the white porcelain cup, he said apologetically, "I'm sorry, auntie, my stomach is not very good, so I can't drink green tea."

  Xie Haitang paused, "Then I'll make a new pot for you, Jin Junmei, Dahongpao, can you drink it?"

   Shi Mochizuki just wanted to answer when Ning Youguang next to him looked at him with a smile, "Longjing before the Ming Dynasty, it's the summer season in July and August, you can drink a little, it won't get in the way."

   "Oh." Shi Mochizuki immediately took a sip of tea.

  Xia Di looked at her and smacked her tongue, "I said old classmate, I haven't seen you for so many years, so you still listen to what my family has to say."

   Shi Mochizuki pursed her lips and smiled, "She's right."

  Ning Youguang gave Xia Di a sideways look, "I'm a professional, of course he listens to me."

  Xie Haitang looked at the children in front of her with a gentle smile, "I have dinner at home at noon."

   Then, she got up: "I'll go to the kitchen to have a look, you can talk."

   "That's annoying."

   Shi Mochizuki sat on the sofa, consciously picked up the teapot, and gracefully filled the empty cups on the coffee table with water.

  A delicate three-dimensional face, hidden in the moist mist, is as beautiful and precious as an ink painting.

   Just then, Xia Rong, who had finished writing in the study, came out.

   "Grandpa." Shi Mochizuki finished pouring tea, got up and bowed to salute him.

   "The hour has come." Xia Rong raised his hand to let him sit down.

"Yes." Shi Wangyue picked up a bag he brought from the sofa and handed it to Xia Rong, "I heard some jokes and naughty this morning, and knocked over your vase, I'm very sorry, this was me two days ago. The two bottles I chose in Qiao's private house hope to make up for your regrets a little."

   When Mochizuki's words fell, the living room of Xia's house was silent.

   Not only was Xia Rong stunned, but Ning Youguang and Xia Dai also looked at the ordinary-looking paper bag in his hand in surprise.

   The few people present here did not expect that the inside was actually a private collection selected from the Qiao family's private residence. 1314

   (end of this chapter)