Chapter 230: Sold Out

Chapter 230: Sold Out

Meng Fan’s initial imitation of Jackie Chan’s "Duang" was already a pleasant surprise for his viewers, but since he had previously mimicked the legendary "Steal-Guevara" with equal brilliance, the audience wasn’t exactly shocked. However, the rapid-fire, seamless transitions that followed were... well, they were simply inhuman!

"Fatty Meng never lies to me, this really is an advertisement segment, 666!"

"I have to hand it to you, this is one hell of a commercial!"

"It’s just a collected volume, right? I’m buying it!"

"Wait, Fatty Meng, aren't you advertising this a bit late? I bought it the moment it went live yesterday!"

"That Shenbao ad brings back such awkward memories of watching TV with my parents as a kid!"

"The ad copy is too embarrassing, hahahaha!"

"Wait! What the hell was that female voice?!"

"Is that actually Fatty Meng?"

"It happened again!"

"Fatty Meng? A female voice!!!!"

"Is that what they call a mature woman's tone?"

"That’s a classic young matron's voice, no doubt!"

"666!"

"Incredible!"

"This is too stimulating!"

"I bow to the master!"

"Everyone, spam the chat if you want to see the host in drag, hahahaha!"

"Are you crazy? You want a six-foot-two giant like Fatty Meng to cross-dress? You want him to cosplay Brienne of Tarth as a female Yao Ming?"

"Female Yao Ming? My Brienne is the greatest beauty in Westeros! Your naming sense is unparalleled, hahahahaha!"

"Holy crap, he’s turned into Uncle Ge again. I can’t handle this whiplash!"

"Uncle Ge is definitely the only man on earth who can make me collapse with just one sentence!"

"He’s even doing the excavator operator now!"

"Legendary! Host, please do the scene where the Prime Minister scolds Situ!"

"..."

As if granting a wish, Meng Fan suddenly bellowed: "Silence! You shameless old thief!"

The voice was still an imitation of the venerable Tang Guoqiang, but distinct from the excavator operator, it was filled with a righteous, imposing aura. Though not overly loud, it felt like a thunderclap to the ears: "Shameless old thief! How dare you utter such vulgar words about wanting to see me in drag! A man of such broken morals, daring to act so effeminately before my hundred thousand troops! I have never seen such a brazen and shameless person in all my life!"

"He delivers on command, absolutely legendary!"

"Damn, this is the most accurate imitation of the Prime Minister I’ve ever heard. So powerful!"

"What the hell is 'broken morals'? Hahahaha!"

"..."

Meng Fan wasn't done yet. This time he shouted, his veins bulging: "Second Battalion Commander! Where the hell is your Italian artillery? Bring it here!"

This wasn't just an imitation; it was a full-blown performance. The intensity was so high that many viewers were startled, only to burst into laughter immediately after. If anyone were nearby, they’d surely think he’d gone insane.

Meng Fan kept the Li Yunlong voice, but the tone shifted from iron-blooded authority to his signature cunning: "Eh~ these people have been watching the show for ages, yet not one of them has gone to buy the book. If nobody buys it, Second Battalion Commander, open fire for me!"

These weren't lines from the show *Drawing Sword*; they were improvised by Meng Fan in Li Yunlong’s voice, which truly showcased his dubbing prowess.

Immediately, his voice shifted again: "Regardless of who is selling the book, my 358th Regiment will certainly provide support!"

That voice, that tone—needless to say, Commander Chu had arrived!

"Buy, buy, buy!"

"I already bought it yesterday!"

"For the sake of this ad, I’m buying a few more copies!"

"Boss Meng, give us two more lines in the female voice and I’ll buy a hundred copies!"

"..."

Meng Fan spent over half an hour cycling through various personas, mostly icons from the B-site’s "Ghost Animal" subculture. As for the celebrities some viewers requested, Meng Fan genuinely couldn't do them; he wasn't familiar enough with their vocal nuances. Imitation isn't just about hearing; it requires study and familiarity.

He could do Jim Carrey without a hitch, but Justin Bieber was beyond his reach.

After half an hour, the advertising effect was stellar. From the moment Meng Fan started the stream, he kept an eye on his [Professional Manga Artist] experience points.

The first day saw 34,000 copies sold. The second day had been a bit of a drop-off, with only 3,000 copies sold between midnight and the start of his stream. That was expected, as the primary purchasing power was exhausted on day one. If he could maintain a few hundred sales a day moving forward, that would be decent.

Around his ad segment, Meng Fan gained nearly 7,000 experience points—meaning he’d sold nearly 7,000 copies in just half an hour. This was on the second day, when many had already purchased; had he done this on day one, the numbers would have been even higher.

The purchasing power of this stream was undeniable!

"It's gone!"

"Fatty Meng, what kind of broken website did you link? It’s all sold out!"

"Looks like the other sites are out too!"

"It’s already sold out?"

Meng Fan checked his total experience—it was only at 44,000. Didn't they say the first printing was 50,000?

"Brother Kun" had been watching the stream. Seeing this, he immediately checked and sent Meng Fan a WeChat message: "The first printing of 50,000 was split: 40,000 for online sales and 10,000 for physical bookstores. The 40,000 online copies just sold out. I’m contacting the publisher about a reprint right now."

Meng Fan played the voice message for his viewers and then said in his own voice: "Sorry, I underestimated your purchasing power! If I’d known you were all this legendary, I would’ve done home shopping TV ages ago! Well, the goods are sold out, so I’m closing up shop."

As he prepared to end the stream, the viewers wouldn't have it.

"Holy crap, you're that ruthless?"

"Host Meng, you pull out without a word; Brother Kun is the one who never delays!"

"Leave your cross-dressing outfit before you go!"

"..."

Meng Fan was, of course, joking. He wouldn't dare actually leave. He sat back down, though he didn't continue the ads or draw; instead, he leaned into the imitations, singing a few songs using his "Ghost Animal" all-star lineup.

As for the female voice, it was stunning as a rare treat, but too much would be haunting.

Around 11:00 PM, he ended the stream with a signature "Yi gei wo li giaogiao."

After logging off, Meng Fan ordered takeout and drew while he waited. Before 3:00 AM, he sent the finished pages to Chen Daqiang, then uploaded the post-processed content to the Tencent Animation backend, setting the update time. He wasn't sure if he’d have time to draw over the next two days.

On the morning of the 24th, just past 10:00 AM, Meng Fan arrived at the Shanghai South Railway Station.

"Sister Sun, sorry to trouble you."

It was Bai Zhi’s assistant who had come to pick him up.

The MV projects that Bai Zhi and Su Qingcen needed Meng Fan’s help with both involved sand art, so they had scheduled them together to simplify filming and save time for Meng Fan, who was still a university student.

It was also a chance for them to get together, even though it hadn't been long since they last met.

(End of this chapter)