Godly Auxiliary System

Ye Lee went back to his room, and when the live broadcast was turned on, a screen of bullets started to shoot.    

"Singing God is late today!"    

"Good evening!"    

"The first chin of the National Service is going to sing again."    

"Singing God, my roommate suddenly wants to see your face!"    

Ye Lee looked at the familiar screen and laughed, he adjusted the microphone and computer settings, "Good evening everyone, what songs do you want to hear today?"    

The screen began to move again, all sorts of songs and songs were played, the current number of people online was about 80W to 100w, every second a screen of bullets floated past, it made everyone's eyes go blurry, Ye Lee looked, and could only use the method of drawing the lottery.    

Soon, a song was played from the screen. It was a popular love song recently.    

Ye Lee began to sing.    

If one were to see the expressions of the audience in the live broadcast room, they would notice that they were all extremely mesmerized, mesmerized by what they saw. This song seemed to contain some sort of magic.    

This was also the reason why Singing God Studio had always been so popular. When one sang well, there would be a gift sent over, and when the gift was sent over, it would attract people to come in.    

Ye Lee himself also realized that this skill of his seemed to be a little abnormal, especially after he levelled up to Singing God, the special kind of power he had gotten from her became even stronger. He could only restrain his singing and sing at a very low volume, otherwise god knows what would happen.    

If this thought was known by anyone, they would definitely be angered to death. But for those who sang, how could they restrain themselves? They could only say that being invincible was truly too lonely.    

At this time, other than the audience, there was another group of people with complicated feelings.    

A certain female host of the entertainment division was watching a peaceful live broadcast. She was good at the Quartermaster Qu Feng, plus she was relatively fresh and cute herself. Although the platform was not that popular, there were at least ten or two hundred thousand people online every day.    

Just as she finished singing, she suddenly discovered that her popularity was plummeting rapidly like a deflated boat. Many of the bulletins even had words like "slipped away".    

This was not the first time this had happened. Seeing the female broadcaster's face turn black, she knew that the man who was referred to as "Singing God" had started broadcasting again.    

At the same time, some of the same type of hosts, be it singing, chatting or even crosstalk, all received a blow to their popularity at the same time.    

They sorrowfully looked at their original two hundred thousand, three hundred thousand, down to hundreds of thousands, and tens of thousands. Especially the main singer, the more they thought about it, the angrier they got.    

In a certain chat group, the entertainment division's hosts were communicating.    

"He's too infuriated. He started broadcasting again!"    

"My room just now had a popularity of 300,000 people, but in the end, half of the people in Singing God were gone as soon as the broadcast started. This is even a live broadcast of a hammer!"    

"I feel that a streamer like Singing God cannot be placed in the same area as us. If not, I will apply for a change of area!"    

"Upstairs, what are you doing? Because of the Singing God, I've changed to singing live in the morning, but you know what the audience is saying, saying that ever since you heard the Singing God's voice, and then hearing other people's voices, you became so bored that you even broke my balls!"    

"Too much, simply too much!" Is it possible to do whatever you want just because you're popular?! "    

A group of people were discussing intensely.    

Cough cough, calm down, the brothers upstairs, there's no use getting angry now. I recently changed my train of thought, from a singing host to a talented host, specially acting for the audience, and then I went to Singing God Studio to download a recording. I specifically cut off some of his songs for background music.    

When some of the anchors saw this line of thought, they were all stunned for a moment before flying into a rage. They started to criticize him verbally:    

"How can you do that!"    

"Everyone is losing their popularity, yet you actually took the initiative to join in on the show?"    

"This is too much, I seriously despise your actions!"    

Anyway, a portion of the people already entered Singing God Studio honestly and started downloading the recordings. Even after hearing the song, he felt like he couldn't stop.    

Fighting Shrimp Headquarters.    

"How is it, is there no result yet?!" Sun Yanghui supported himself on the table and asked impatiently.    

Finally, one of them raised his head excitedly: "Manager Sun, we've found it! Based on the IP messages from the previous two broadcasts, we've successfully found the location of the Singing God live broadcast via the Internet!"    

Sun Yanghui was excited, "Alright, you guys did well. I will make some preparations and give you guys a raise when I get back!"    

After he finished speaking, Sun Yanghui excitedly walked out. He laughed maniacally in his heart, and finally locked onto the position of the "Singing God". This time, no matter what, he had to find and sign on him!    

"Ahem, Manager Sun, it's already midnight …" A technician reminded him.    

"Mm, yes, then we'll go again tomorrow morning." Sun Yanghui looked at the night outside the window and thought that it was indeed like that.    

"That Manager Sun, we can either not raise his salary. Uhm, brothers have worked so long already, as long as you just give us some overtime pay …" The technician said carefully.    

Everyone wanted to say these words, but no one dared to say them. Every time Manager Sun made everyone work overtime for free, the promises he made the next day were like a fart, they simply couldn't remember. Even if there was a bit of overtime pay, it would still be able to comfort their fragile souls.    

Sure enough, Sun Yanghui stopped in his tracks and looked at the technician with malicious intent.    

The technician could not help but sweat profusely as he said with great pressure, "About that, Supervisor, I was just casually saying, I …"    

Sun Yanghui patted his shoulder, and suddenly revealed a gentle smile, praising with complete certainty: "No, no, you're right. If it wasn't for you reminding me, I would have forgotten, I've really been wronged for this period of time. The company's servers and the entire website's basic maintenance are all reliant on you, you guys are the company's most dedicated employees."    

These words touched their hearts. Which time did the platform server not have a problem with their emergency maintenance? Which time did they not have to rush to the front line to develop a new project? Did Supervisor Sun finally realize this point and want to give them a raise?    

Sun Yanghui sighed as he took out ten dollars from his pocket: "For professional and good employees like you, there's no need to mention the overtime fee. Next time, I'll definitely give you guys a huge increase in your salary.    

All the employees were petrified.