183: Late-night live broadcast

Regarding Xiong Hui’s promise, Li Qinghe just patted him on the shoulder, indicating he appreciated the sentiment.

After drinking with Wei Shichao and the others until past 11 PM, the small bar was preparing to close.

Aside from drinking, they didn't really do anything else this trip; it was purely for entertainment.

However, after learning from A Jian that Ruan Wuxiong's group had been completely apprehended, Li Qinghe realized that the Task Force 141 demolition expert he had prepared didn't even get a chance to appear.

Knowing that this group had no opportunity for revenge, Li Qinghe no longer bothered with them.

Through this conflict, Li Qinghe discovered that the functions and uses of the future camera still needed to be explored further; it couldn't just be used as a simple camera.

Other tool functions also needed to be continuously developed.

The gathering dispersed, with three stops and three transfers.

Li Qinghe and his two companions each supported a Vietnamese student.

Li Qinghe noticed that A Jian was quite self-aware and had paid for the drinks in advance through Wei Shichao, otherwise, with the drinking capacity of these few Vietnamese younger brothers, they wouldn't have known who to find to pay the bill halfway through.

The narrow stairs were difficult to navigate. Wei Shichao and Xiong Hui both carried their Vietnamese classmates on their backs, struggling down, while Li Qinghe easily held a Vietnamese classmate by the arm, carrying him all the way downstairs.

One of the Vietnamese classmates rented a room nearby.

Wei Shichao found the key in his pocket and threw all three of them onto the mattress inside the room.

“Sorry for the trouble, Li Ge (Brother Li).”

Coming out of the rental room, Wei Shichao and Xiong Hui both looked apologetic to Li Qinghe.

“It's a small matter. If you're not in a hurry to go back and accompany your girlfriend, I'll treat you to a late-night snack,” Li Qinghe said with a relaxed expression.

“No problem, no problem, waiting inside,” Xiong Hui blurted out in a dialect.

“A Hui, have you found a Vietnamese girlfriend?” Li Qinghe asked with a smile, patting Xiong Hui's shoulder.

“I'm not like A Chao. I'm more health-conscious; I only date one person at a time,” Xiong Hui replied with a mischievous grin.

Wei Shichao spread his hands: “I don't know either. Maybe I'm just too popular.”

Both of them were around 1.75 meters tall, which was considered quite tall among Vietnamese people.

Li Qinghe treated them to a late-night snack at a pork offal porridge stall. Wei Shichao and Xiong Hui's experiences were quite representative.

They went from being completely unfamiliar with Vietnam to gradually integrating, and they could feel the complex emotions of the Vietnamese students around them towards China.

The Vietnamese people's attitude towards China was severely polarized; those who liked it truly liked it, and those who hated it truly hated it.

And it wasn't simply that Northern Vietnam liked China and Southern Vietnam disliked China.

Rather, as China became increasingly prosperous, the people of Northern Vietnam became more closeness China, but the upper echelons' education of the populace consistently resisted being too close to China.

The people of Southern Vietnam were not close to China, but from a tourist perspective, they were very welcoming to Chinese tourists.

It was this contradictory attitude that swayed the thoughts of the Vietnamese people.

Overall, ever since the French colonized Vietnam, it had already lost its cultural heritage and self-identity.

They longed for an identity but didn't know which one to identify with.

This national-level sense of fragmentation severely affected the self-perception of the Vietnamese people.

Li Qinghe and Wei Shichao chatted about the surrounding Vietnamese people while drinking porridge. If it weren't for the rumbling of motorcycles and the jabbering of Vietnamese around them, it wouldn't have been much different from a night in China.

Three or five friends sitting together, eating late-night snacks and talking about everything, politics and military affairs were all part of the men's conversation.

Although what they talked about might not have much meaning for ordinary people, for Li Qinghe, this state of conversation today was very satisfying.

He felt as if he had returned to his university days, sitting at a street stall or in the dorm with classmates, discussing grand topics.

However, looking around, he truly realized that he was in Vietnam, a 'cheater' earning 300,000 dragon country currency a day.

After the late-night snack, they each went home. When they said goodbye, Xiong Hui once again pulled Li Qinghe and repeated his earlier promise.

This was a plan to form an international team; it seemed there were quite a few Koreans and Japanese studying in Vietnam.

Li Qinghe smiled and thanked him, also telling him that he might be traveling to Southern Vietnam for a while soon.

Xiong Hui immediately responded, saying they would talk about it when Li Ge (Brother Li) returned to Hanoi.

As Li Qinghe's fan, he knew that Li Qinghe's travel itinerary would definitely be colorful.

Now, having close contact with Li Qinghe, he realized that there was a reason why this 'brother' was so popular with women. The ability to take down a group of people by himself, a strength only seen in movies—how formidable could such a peerless tough guy be?

Looking at Li Qinghe's departing back, it was another day of envying Li Ge (Brother Li)... Because he had been drinking, Li Qinghe didn't drive; he directly took a Grab motorcycle back to Hoan Kiem Lake.

When Li Qinghe returned to Hoan Kiem Lake, Nguyen Thi Linh and Nguyen Thi Trinh were both still awake.

The two were wearing lace nightgowns and sitting in the living room chatting. Ever since Nguyen Thi Trinh came to Hanoi, Nguyen Thi Linh had company for chats at home.

Nguyen Thi Linh

Seeing him return, the two tacitly stepped forward; one took a wet towel to wipe Li Qinghe's face, and the other brought him tea.

“A Ling, A Trinh, you don't have to worry anymore. That group of people was all arrested by the police today.”

Li Qinghe sat on the sofa, took a sip of tea, and immediately gave them reassuring news.

“Ah! Those people were arrested!” Nguyen Thi Linh and Nguyen Thi Trinh were both somewhat overjoyed.

Although Li Qinghe had beaten that group of people on the spot, they were still worried about retaliation.

Now, Li Qinghe's return with good news made both of them incredibly happy; they could finally get a good night's sleep.

Nguyen Thi Linh also no longer had to worry about being harassed by them at school.

After a brief chat on the sofa, Li Qinghe stood up: “I'm going to take a shower first. After riding a motorcycle all the way, I'm covered in dust.”

“Okay, Ge Ge, I'll go run your bath.”

Nguyen Thi Linh smiled and followed him upstairs, her small hand making a beckoning gesture behind her back.

Nguyen Thi Trinh understood and followed. As a team, to do their job well, coordinated and effective collaboration was important.

Ruan Wuxiong was arrested and his gang was completely apprehended.

Nguyen Thi Linh and Nguyen Thi Trinh could finally let go of all their worries and anxieties from the day.

After completely releasing the pressure in their hearts, the two fell into a deep sleep.

Li Qinghe, who was still full of energy, suddenly thought of his 300,000 followers on the Kuaishou platform.

Checking the time, it was already 2 AM.

He put on a T-shirt, went to the living room, opened the Kuaishou app, clicked the live broadcast button, and named the live stream “Can't sleep at night, come meet me online.”

Before starting the broadcast, he had turned off gift donations.

Propping his phone up with a selfie stick, Li Qinghe sat quietly on the sofa, looking at the camera.

Because there was no pre-broadcast warm-up for fans, it took a while for a few scattered viewers to come in, none of whom seemed to be previous followers.

Many people just came in, took a quick look, and seeing Li Qinghe just sitting there quietly, not doing anything entertaining.

It was well-known that only entertaining streamers were what fans across the network liked to watch, and streamers with both looks and entertainment value were even more beloved by fans.

Other than his handsome and chiseled face, the quiet Li Qinghe didn't seem to have much appeal at the moment.

The number of people remaining in the live stream had stayed around 5.

Until a passing viewer sent a message: “Streamer is so handsome, come into my dreams tonight.”

Li Qinghe looked at this message and finally spoke:

“Thank you to this person, whether Miss or Miss, for your recognition. Entering dreams is quite difficult, but we can chat about life in the live stream.”

“Don't Miss out if you're passing by, please use your lucky hand to click follow.”

After Li Qinghe spoke, several accounts also started commenting. Perhaps it was too boring in the middle of the night, and seeing Li Qinghe willing to chat, the people who entered the live stream became a bit more active.

“Streamer, go back to your cold demeanor just now. I thought I met my male god. Don't make me lose my composure.”

“The one upstairs is shameless. Who calls someone their male god upon meeting them these days? Husband, ignore them, come to me if you have something to say.”

“Sister upstairs is so talented. I'm already at the streamer's door. Don't be surprised when he ends the broadcast, because he's coming to pick me up.”

Indeed, in the dead of night, for a good-looking streamer, only the opposite sex is attracted, unlike entertaining streamers who are liked by both male and female fans.

However, it was still an account with 300,000 followers, all of whom had grown organically.

In a short while, the number of viewers in the live stream went up to over 200.

“Streamer, why did you turn off donations?”