Becoming the Richest by Farming-Chapter 68 - 00 Not so good_1
Chapter 68: 0068 Not so good_1
Chapter 68: 0068 Not so good_1
If it were anyone else, they wouldn’t dare speak to the Smith Family’s head like that.
But who could stop her?
When Clinton White was about to hang up, he couldn’t help himself and said, “Boss, do you want to know what those internet people are saying about you?”
Ouch, those disparaging and contemptuous comments, they made Clinton White’s teeth hurt just looking at them.
He couldn’t even imagine, just revealing a layer of the Boss’s identity would be enough to make those people’s jaws drop.
Ellen Young: “I don’t want to know.”
Clinton White: “…Alright then, you keep doing your live broadcast, I won’t disturb you anymore.”
Ellen Young hung up the phone decisively.
Clinton White sighed, so heartless!
Ellen Young went out to continue her live broadcast, and Lucy Wood didn’t ask who had called her—isn’t it normal for someone to have their own social circle?
The thing is, Ellen Young was busy with her own affairs the entire afternoon. At first, it was all novel, but now, seeing her immerse herself in her things all day long, either reading comics or sitting motionless for hours on end, the audience couldn’t stand it after a while. The other three families were so exciting; why bother watching a countryside life?
So, aside from the peak hours at night, Lucy Wood’s online viewership stayed stable at around 1.5 million.
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She had successfully become the bottom performer among the various live broadcast shows.
When they first saw Ellen Young’s face, it attracted a lot of people. It was because of Lucy Wood’s and Ellen Young’s faces, along with those who truly yearned for country life, that these 1.5 million viewers stayed.
Having 1.5 million viewers was quite impressive.
At eight o’clock in the evening, the first day of “Family Time” came to an end.
The moment the live broadcast ended, Felicia Frost couldn’t wait to find Lucy Wood, and upon seeing her, she said, “1.5 million viewers, better than expected—not bad.”
Lucy Wood had a look at her cellphone in the afternoon, so she already knew the number of people in the live broadcast room and wasn’t too surprised. She just asked Felicia Frost, “The boss who rewarded me with 30 million hasn’t shown up again?”
Felicia Frost shook her head: “No.”
She glanced at Ellen Young, who was doing something inside the house, and sighed, “Are you two planning to go on like this every day? Getting up, cooking, eating, feeding chickens, peeling radishes, farming… Don’t you have any other pursuits?”
Lucy Wood fell silent: “Why are you asking me? Is it up to me to decide?”
If Ellen Young didn’t want to do anything, what could she do?
Of course, she’d love to take Ellen Young out to have fun—it’d be more convenient, more enjoyable, and more interesting.
While Felicia Frost and Lucy Wood were discussing this, Ellen Young changed into a different outfit and came out. A rather inconspicuous van arrived outside the fence, painted all in black, making it hard to see inside.
Noticing Ellen Young’s intention to go out, Lucy Wood immediately asked, “Where are you going?”
Ellen Young said, “I’m going to the city, I have some things to do.”
Lucy Wood: “…What are you going to do in the city so late at night? I want to go too!”
Ellen Young: “Suit yourself, find your own ride.”
Lucy Wood: “…”
Other than the production team, there really was no other transportation available.
Seeing that Ellen Young clearly didn’t plan to take her, Lucy Wood felt a bit troubled: “How long will you be gone? You’re leaving me alone at home.”
Ellen Young glanced at her cellphone, “I’ll be back by half past twelve.”
She’d return right after signing the paperwork, which should be around half past twelve.
Hearing that she would come back, Lucy Wood felt somewhat relieved.
Felicia Frost, seeing this, felt even less entitled to question her. When Ellen Young got on the van and left, Nana came in with her cellphone, looking nervous: “The reviews for our live broadcast today don’t look good on the internet…”
