Sunday night, 7:45.
Lao Wang stared at his computer screen.
The video has been sorted out. As long as you upload it, you can become the salary king and make the fire burn brighter.
His finger was placed on the "Publish" button. This action made Lao Wang feel a bit like a man holding a sword, which made him faintly excited.
After an afternoon of careful consideration, he was still hesitating whether he was too reckless and about to make a wrong decision; but he also felt that he had been waiting for this moment for too long, so long that he almost forgot what passion was. Feel it.
If he does it, he may regret it; if he doesn't do it, he will definitely regret it!
"A man will be the second in class until he dies." Lao Wang sighed with emotion.
Just when he was about to press the button, his business specialist suddenly sent a message: "Teacher Wang, look at the giant blog!"
Letting go of his hand, Lao Wang opened the giant website in confusion and found the B station he was following. Then he saw the other party simply issued a notification.
"We are very sorry. Due to some system errors, we accidentally blocked the videos of some accounts. Now, the technical problem has been fixed. We sincerely apologize to the affected accounts, and deeply reflect on it, and promise not to do so in the future. Do it again.”
There are no jokes, no programmers are fired, but the fewer words, the bigger the matter, which shows that the bigger boss has spoken.
Immediately logging into the platform, Lao Wang found that all the previous videos related to "Spreading Traditional Culture Starts with Me" were restored, and the platform even created a special entrance on the homepage of the website as his own compensation.
The turn of events caught Lao Wang off guard and made him realize that somewhere he didn't know, a war was quietly starting and ending quietly.
Anyone with a discerning eye knows that the so-called technical fault does not exist, but the platform has given steps, and there is no need for them to be aggressive.
Everyone tacitly understood this and silently enjoyed this victory. The number of video views on related topics doubled again, which also allowed Pingping's mother and others to receive more income.
In addition to this, videos have also emerged that begin to explain why some people can finish the game and others cannot.
There are many explanations, but there are a few that are more reliable, that is, those who can continue playing must have a strong will or a psychological defect.
A strong consciousness allows players to resist the horror hints in the game, while psychological flaws can ignore the horror, and even turn horror into spiritual healing.
Some psychologists began to study the mechanism of the game and said that this mechanism is related to hypnosis and dream therapy. This game should have achieved this by accident. More detailed research needs to be further carried out.
This will be an opportunity to treat related diseases and a small miracle brought by the game.
And this miracle will further affect people's views on the game and slowly reverse the bad impression of the game.
Lao Wang also enjoyed a wave of dividends. This time he spoke out for justice and his fan base increased again, firmly establishing himself in the first echelon.
"Teacher Wang, as your compensation, the previous videos do not need to be deleted, and the previous preferential conditions will still take effect. So don't talk about quitting the network anymore, it's terrible."
The business specialist has the right to see the unpublished videos of the account, so Lao Wang is not surprised why the other party knows that he wants to log out.
After being polite to the other party, Lao Wang opened the chat box of "Living Immortal" and wanted to say something, but he didn't know where to start.
Although the contact with the other party was only a few days, Lao Wang felt as if he had known the other party for a long time.
In the end, he simply typed: "The matter has been resolved. If you have any questions, please contact me."
"good."
The living immortal simply replied and then went offline again.
Staring at the darkened portrait, Lao Wang smiled, then put down the mouse and looked at the night sky outside, feeling extremely happy inside.
The next day, Monday.
After a busy Sunday, Fangcheng Studio ushered in another tiring Monday.
In the studio, Fang Cheng was the first to arrive.
He stared at the screen and frowned at the players' comments on the game "Spread...".
"I don't dare to play it, but the stories in it are quite good."
"An organic combination of folklore and horror. Some stories seem heartwarming but are scary when you think about it. Some stories look scary but are quite heartwarming when you think about it."
"I like that ghost story, but I don't like it happening on the ninth floor, because I fucking live on the ninth floor!"
"I like the story of Wen Mi. If possible, I would like to ask my deceased grandma if there is really a golden rice bowl under the cesspit in my hometown? If there is, I will risk it."
The reaction of the players was contrary to what Fang Cheng wanted. The educational effect he hoped to achieve cannot be said to be none, but it can only be said to be better than nothing.
Sure enough, making games is so difficult.
Turning off the screen, Fang Cheng sighed, and then went to the tea room on this floor to water his spiritual grass to change his mood.
The spiritual grass is planted on the side of the tea room. The emerald green spiritual grass is green after absorbing water and shining under the sunlight. It can be used as a greeting gift for employees at any time and as a natural fertilizer for Teacher Shen's hair.
"Boss, it's so early."
Little Beanzi floated in against the wall like a mural.
The dark circles under his eyes looked more pronounced.
After preparing himself a cup of strong coffee, he drank it in one gulp and muttered, "This coffee is boring."
"I think it's better for you to take leave and go home to sleep." Fang Cheng said sincerely, "Don't worry, there's nothing to do today, no wages will be deducted."
"I don't go to work for money, but to see your honor, boss. By the way, there is a particularly scary horror game recently, boss, have you played it? The name is "The Unspeakable Culture", and I watched it all day this weekend. I’m still reading it before going to work.”
"...No. I've never heard of this name."
"I suggest you, boss, stop playing and just watch the video. It's very exciting. No, I have to go to sleep. I'll adjust the values when I wake up."
Watching Xiaodouzi leave, Fang Cheng once again reflected on whether there was something wrong with his game ideas.
Not long after, Xu Qingling also yawned and walked into the tea room, and then made herself a cup of coffee.
Leaning on the coffee table nearby, Xu Qingling gently sipped her coffee and said feebly: "Boss, are you taking care of your leeks again?"
"It's a spiritual grass...well, it's also a leek, but a spiritual leek."
"It's still a leek, it just looks better."
"...You're right. You look very sleepy. Didn't you get a good rest over the weekend?"
"Well, I went to see my grandpa, and then I heard him tell a story about that day. What's wrong, boss, why do you keep looking at me?"
Staring at Xu Qingling, Fang Cheng suddenly had an idea and an idea flashed through his mind, allowing him to instantly understand who was responsible for yesterday's fateful change.
It turns out to be you.
