"Haha~~Hello everyone, I am your anchor, Burrit Wall. I didn't sleep well last night, so I won't go into actual combat today. I will take you to explore protective plug-ins."
At six o'clock in the afternoon, as last night's slice was replaced by a real live broadcast, a large number of viewers poured into the live broadcast room, and even more viewers had been waiting for a long time and did not even dare to sleep all night.
And what they saw on the screen was Mr. Burritt who looked a little tired with dark circles under his eyes.
[Anchor, you don’t look good! 】
[Did you encounter a ghost last night? 】
[Did you see that white hand... Damn it! 】
【hand! hand! There it is again! Anchor, on the stool behind you! 】
"They say you should not believe in feudal superstition when you are young. Believe in science. There are no ghosts in this world!" Feng Xue turned her head suddenly. As her body and the camera's gaze overlapped for a moment, the poisonous body immediately put away the ghost hand. rise.
"Look, I just said no. I recorded the entire process twice today. Look, there are no videos on both of them! Really, is it fun to tease the anchor?"
Feng Xue had an expression on her face that said, "I've been tricked by you again." She spread her hands helplessly, and then came a lot of replies like "I didn't lie to you," and "There's really a ghost."
However, Feng Xue also knew that doing this kind of thing too much would definitely lead to aesthetic fatigue, so she did not continue to release the ghost hand, but opened the door and opened the hand terminal. However, she did not connect the glasses, but directly projected the screen in front of her. While reading tidbits to the audience and making his own comments, he walked towards the nearby plug-in store.
"Oh, speaking of it, the popularity right now is really outrageous. Are there just so many damn live broadcasts and celebrities today?"
Feng Xue pointed to a bunch of screaming photos and screen recordings on the screen, and was helplessly talking to the audience. But at this moment, a VIP colorful barrage suddenly appeared in the form of a high-level layer. On the screen:
[Isn’t it just bringing goods to warm up? I bet that in a few days there will be ghost-catching companies, ghost-catching plug-ins and the like. This is an old routine from many years ago. How come there are still fools who believe it...]
The colorful barrage circulated seven times under the authority of the VIP before gradually fading away. For such trenches that could afford VIP barrages, civilians naturally did not dare to spray them back, but soon, another VIP colorful barrage jumped. come out--
[You know who is the fool! Forget it if you record and take screenshots. I washed the physical photo of yesterday, and the ghost hands on it can still appear and disappear. Is this something that technology can do? 】
[Idiot, do you understand that is hacking technology? It interferes with your optic nerve signal. That thing itself does not exist. It just interferes with your optic nerve to tell you that it appears! 】
[You guess idiot, who doesn’t understand hacking technology and is just talking nonsense, who hacker can interfere with a brain-computer chip that is physically disconnected from the Internet? 】
…
The two accounts using colorful barrages started trolling each other in the live broadcast room. For a long time, no one dared to interrupt, and they even started to use paid super gift barrages to troll each other.
And this brought a series of traffic to Bolite's live broadcast room.
Feng Xue just continued to walk toward the nearby plug-in store with an embarrassed face, but it didn't matter what he said at this time, because all the viewers were focused on the two colorful barrage battles for wealth.
Feng Xue saw it in her eyes and was happy in her heart. As for these gains, she would of course return them to the Mobik Gang in full later.
Yes, both accounts are run by the Mobik Gang.
However, as time went on, it was not just the two accounts of the Mobik Gang that began to fight against each other.
There is no super-management in the live broadcast room here. As long as it can make money for the company, no one will care about your live broadcast. As for whether you can trust it or not, that is your own business. If you can make money, the company will keep you, but if you play for a while If a big boss comes in under your support, invests money, and then finds out that he has been cheated, then it depends on whether the company is insured or not.
But with the popularity and traffic Feng Xue has brought now, as long as he doesn't offend the big guys at the same level as Dole Media behind this live broadcast platform, it should be fine.
The "Bomb Operator" of the Mobik Gang (the person who controls the barrage is the bomb operator, there is nothing wrong with it)" obviously also knows that too much is too little, and after a round of peak popularity, he gradually began to actively reduce the frequency of replies. , showing the proper image of a petty bourgeoisie who is gradually regaining his sense but does not want to lose face.
Feng Xue also began to switch the live broadcast back to the so-called defensive plug-in store.
But during this period of time, the originally unknown [Blackthorn Ghost Hunting Agency] received a massive amount of hits.
Of course, this is not just because of the ghost hand in his live broadcast, but also because of the poisonous bodies he released last night.
As for the surge starting now, I'm afraid it's just the previous barrage from the Mobik Gang that woke these people up.
Of course, Feng Xue, who is now Bolite, cannot look at the backend of Dunn Simeone's company website. He just shakes his fist at the defense fields generated by various defense plug-ins and comments on their feel.
However, the audience had just recovered from the discussion of ghosts and turned their attention back to Feng Xue, when someone suddenly saw a pale hand sneaking around in the corner of the shop. Moving around, as if... he was stalking!
【Anchor! The hand is here again! 】
[Look back quickly, or you'll run away again soon! 】
[You should look back! 】
[Fuck, this ghost hand can also dance! 】
…
The poisonous body controlled the ghost hand to perform a cat-and-mouse finger dance, but Feng Xue still had a stubborn face of "I won't listen, I won't listen, I won't listen, there are no ghosts in this world" until the boss came After giving him a large gift, he turned around helplessly.
Then, his eyes suddenly widened——
"Damn it! Why do you still have this thing? Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!!!!"
At this time, Feng Xue's frightened look was like seeing a savage beast, but the audience in the live broadcast room groaned because they knew that the anchor was acting.
Because, they saw with their own eyes that the hand hid the moment the anchor turned his head.
[It would be a pity if the anchor’s acting skills don’t act in horror movies! 】
[The host doesn’t need to give us face, the ghost has already run away! 】
[Really, I told you to look back a long time ago. Are you running away now? 】
[Next time the ghost hand rewards you as soon as it appears, I really won’t believe it...]
…
“Boss, [Blackthorn Ghost Hunting Agency]’s customer flow is so huge that the virtual server we rented can’t keep up!”
Mobik Gang, the speaker of Mobik Gang who was paying attention to the live broadcast room suddenly heard what his younger brother said, he was slightly startled, and then immediately said:
"Then contact me immediately to increase the capacity. Do you still need me to teach you about this kind of thing?"
"But again, it's the level of a medium-sized enterprise. It costs millions to open a month!" The younger brother cried sadly. If he had the funding authority, he would have opened it long ago, right?
"You want me to teach you how to swipe your credit card and buy a trial version? Even if the order goes bad, it's enough to sell a website with such a high number of views, idiot!"
Although he was cursing, the boss still threw his card to the younger brother. When the younger brother left, he turned back to look at "Bolite" on the screen and murmured:
"Today's news doesn't seem to be all about following the trend... Is there some inside information? Is it a haunted electronic virus? Or is it a weapons test by an arms company? Is there a Dole consortium involved... Tsk, I can't think about it, I can't think about it , I just sold a few identities, I don’t know anything else, I don’t know..."
(End of chapter)
