At this moment, Yang Ruoqian and Chang Zhiqing were busy running around the bank, lining up for one thing and then another, exhausting themselves. Finally, when they had a moment of respite, the two of them sat down and exchanged glances.
"Let's visit Naiyun's live stream for a chat," Chang Zhiqing suggested softly. She was worried that her somewhat naive roommate might be demoralized by the deserted live stream. "Just sending gifts seems fack, and I'm afraid of being exposed."
Yang Ruoqian, with nothing to do while waiting in line, agreed, "Okay."
So, the two of them took out their phones and once again opened the Shark platform, locating the account Yun Nai in their followed list.
After all this time, would Gao Naiyun have gained a few followers?
"I don't think she gained more than 10 followers..."
"F*ck?!?"
"F*ck?!?"
Two exclamations of "F*ck?!?" came from Yang Ruoqian and Chang Zhiqing, with the difference being that Yang Ruoqian's was the fourth and expressed frustration, while Chang Zhiqing's was the second and expressed surprise.
Yang Ruoqian looked at the search results that appeared and almost threw his phone away in shock.
Yun Nai, number of followers: 56,459 ??
A sense of foreboding washed over Yang Ruoqian in an instant.
Smack! Yang Ruoqian entered the live stream.
As soon as she entered, she saw Gao Naiyun's innocent face still glistening with unshed tears.
Above the screen were the words "top3" in large letters. In the middle of the screen, rockets with full effects were taking off one after another.
Yang Ruoqian was dumbfounded.
"What on earth is going on?"
"Yang Ruoqian, did you see that? Naiyun is soaring!" Chang Zhiqing, who was standing beside her, grabbed Yang Ruoqian's sleeve and exclaimed excitedly. "This is her first broadcast, and she already has over fifty thousand followers. With proper management, she could easily become a streamer with half a million followers!"
"So far, Gao Naiyun has received almost ten thousand in gifts!"
Chang Zhiqing, who had never been this excited before, felt more convinced than ever that she had made the right choice. Her boss not only had good looks but also a generous hand, and now she could see that he possessed exceptional talent as well.
No wonder he was so determined to enter the streaming industry and the entertainment field. His discerning eye and insight were truly remarkable. In a pile of crap, he could accurately pick out the gold, demonstrating his keen perception and insight.
Chang Zhiqing looked at her university classmate and couldn't help feeling somewhat inadequate. She thought that someone like her would probably manage to pick up a handful of poop even in a pile of gold. Nevertheless, she didn't mind. Since she was working for the boss, she would learn as much as possible and make her salary worth it.
Seeing Yang Ruoqian's composed expression, Chang Zhiqing became even more certain of her speculation.
However, Yang Ruoqian was actually trying his best not to let himself collapse entirely.
It's over. It's all over.
In the streaming defined by system, followers from 0 to 10,000 were considered "nobody," from 10,000 to 50,000 were "Unknown Artist" and from 50,000 to 100,000 were "semi-unknown Artist".
The corresponding prize money was 50 million, 5 million, and 500,000.
Gao Naiyun already had nearly 60,000 followers at this point. Excluding the bots, there were still about 50,000 real followers.
In other words, the prize money the system would distribute in two days was reduced to only 500,000.
Five hundred thousand! It was a hundred times less than the anticipated 50 million!
A 99% loss! This number would make anyone cry.
But, well, it wasn't that bad.
Yang Ruoqian took a deep breath and tried to comfort herself in her mind.
At least there was still 500,000! Both the company's and his personal accounts would receive this prize money, totaling a million in income. It was enough, it was enough.
There was no way Gao Naiyun's followers would break through the 100,000 in the next two days, right?
Impossible, absolutely impossible.
With a sense of relief, Yang Ruoqian took a deep breath and tried to control the muscles on his face. "Zhiqeng, you handle the remaining paperwork. I have something to take care of at the office."
He needed to find a quiet place immediately to carefully analyse and summarize the lessons of success, striving for not to have a second successful attempt in the same kind.
Although developing streamers could also bring in some profit, compared to the system's prize money by the system was insignificant.
Casting a wide net to recruit streamers might indeed yield some streamers who never take off, but firstly, the system might not allow exploiting this loophole, and secondly, Yang Ruoqian didn't want to do that. He was aware of the actual situation within his own company—Xplendi Entertainment couldn't provide artists and streamers with top-notch resources. If he randomly recruited people, he'd bury those who actually had the potential to become popular. It would be unfair.
So he had to make precise analyses and follow the "elite" route.
As she watched Yang Ruoqian hurriedly leave, Chang Zhiqing's heart sank for a moment.
From her boss's expression and tone, it seemed like he wasn't very satisfied with Gao Naiyun's performance.
First broadcast, nearly 60,000 followers, close to 10,000 in revenue, and it still didn't meet Yang Ruoqian's minimum expectations?
"His expectations are so high... No, this is the attitude a company should have!" Chang Zhiqing's eyes sparkled with stars, and she clenched her fists. "I'm going to personally manage Gao Naiyun's account from now on and strive to reach 100,000 followers as quickly as possible to give the boss a big surprise!"
...
Back at the office, Yang Ruoqian didn't even have time to turn on the air conditioning. He quickly opened his computer and entered Gao Naiyun's live stream.
why did Gao Naiyun broadcast that attracted so much attention?
Why did so many people suddenly flock to her?
At this point, the live stream screen had gone black, and the words "Yun Nai is not live now, but the replay is just as exciting" appeared with a small playback box above.
Using a mobile phone to both record and run the live stream software was highly demanding on battery life. This time, Gao Naiyun had only broadcast for less than half an hour before her phone ran out of battery.
However, even so, the live stream room was still filled with barrage messages from viewers who were reluctant to leave.
"I came after the fame!"
"ticktock Expeditionary Force~"
" icktock Expeditionary Force +1"
"has the streamer already ended the broadcast?"
"Tang Seng doesn't eat Tang Seng meat, give Yun Nai Airplane x1."
What did these viewers see? How could a rookie streamer who had just started her broadcast suddenly attract so much traffic?
Why were they still reluctant to leave even though she had ended the broadcast?
Yang Ruoqian, who had lost nearly 100 million, was perplexed as he clicked on the live stream replay.
At the beginning, the broadcast seemed normal, with Gao Naiyun sitting in front of the camera without any viewers or interactions. It was chilly.
If it weren't for a goat lightly nudging Gao Naiyun's back, causing her to exclaim, "Ouch," Yang Ruoqian might have thought he had accidentally muted the sound.
But a few minutes later, for some unknown reason, there was a sudden surge in the number of viewers in the live stream. The previously empty screen was instantly filled with barrage messages.
This group of viewers, who called themselves the "ZhiXun Expeditionary Force," marveled at Gao Naiyun's pure and sweet appearance while enthusiastically sending small gifts. The live stream, which had initially sunk into obscurity, immediately gained momentum.
Yang Ruoqian, who had some knowledge of the streaming industry, was utterly baffled.
No wonder there were suddenly so many people—other top streamers must have recommended her!
But now, thinking about it, Yang Ruoqian felt that something wasn't right.
Even if top streamers were "supporting" her by bringing in traffic, retaining this traffic was quite difficult.
There were so many top streamers, and they checked out countless live streams. How many of them actually became popular in the end?
Gao Naiyun must have done something significant to retain these viewers.
As Yang Ruoqian continued watching, barrage messages flew across the screen even faster. The sight of Gao Naiyun, a girl from Inner Mongolia, holding a goat in one hand and a knife in the other was something that had never been seen before. The viewers, suddenly thrust into this unexpected situation, urged her anxiously.
"I don't have any special talents... So, let me show you how to butcher a goat in eight minutes."
Seeing the Inner Mongolia girl with a goat in one hand and a knife in the other, Yang Ruoqian's internal thoughts were perfectly reflected by the numerous question marks filling the screen.
After understanding the whole story behind this event, Yang Ruoqian realized that he couldn't blame anyone else.
The one who had encouraged Gao Naiyun to randomly stream while visiting her hometown was none other than himself.
He had initially thought that the culprits were those big streamers who didn't stream seriously and instead went around checking out other streamers.
But now, it seemed that the real culprit was himself!
Yang Ruoqian felt utterly miserable as he watched the barrage messages fly by on the screen, the special effects of gifts appearing one after another, and the rapidly increasing number of followers.
"Why did I have to make that thoughtless comment back then? Why did I have to suggest that Gao Naiyun should do a casual broadcast when she visited her hometown?"