The soup in the instant noodle bucket has cooled down, with a layer of solidified red oil floating on it. Jiang Yi stared at the phone screen. The bright red exclamation point was particularly dazzling. "Your live broadcast room has been banned for 72 hours due to suspected violations." He threw his phone on the worn sheets and collapsed in his chair. The rental house is less than ten square meters. Apart from a bed and this second-hand computer, there are only a mountain of instant noodle boxes piled in the corner. This is his third month as a full-time anchor. Income: minus three thousand five thousand. Huabei's bill is due tomorrow, and the landlady just knocked on the door in the morning. Her voice was louder than the square dance speaker downstairs. "If you don't pay the rent, get out of here with your bed roll!" Jiang Yi scratched his hair that was in a mess, and his stomach made a sound in time. "Yeah, even the last bucket of Laotan pickled cabbage
