Kapitel 92: Get away from me.

11 PM.

Tang Shu turned off the live broadcast and after packing up the twenty little boxes ready to be sent off, she checked the backend for the amount of tips received with a hint of anticipation.

[Tips: 114596.5]

Huh?

It actually doubled from last time. Was the increase this fast?

The usually cool look in Tang Shu's eyes suddenly curved into a smile, her hands no longer hurt, and her eyelids stopped fighting, energized.

And at this moment, as expected, President Wang called.

"Miss Tang, are you busy right now?"

"No, I'm not, President Wang. Please go ahead."

"Here's the thing, we sold over fifty thousand tools in today's live broadcast. I'm rushing to organize the goods, and I will make sure to ship all the orders before the end of the workday after tomorrow. Your share of the profits is already displayed in the backend, and we will transfer the accounts to you after the end of this month."

Over fifty thousand orders?