Chapter 32 If You Are the Big Brother, Come Out 996
The other side of StarNet.
In a certain galaxy and time zone, at a medium-sized planet stationed at 2 p.m.
"Will, is the chief free now? I want to report an important matter."
"The president has a meeting at three o'clock and is signing the daily attendance documents now. I'm sorry, Walton, please come back at another time."
"Oh please, this is really important. Please help me make some calls. It's my turn to go to the limited carnival next week. I'll give you the winning spot."
The assistant secretary who had been working on the keyboard looked up in surprise. He asked, "What's the big deal? Is it worth exchanging your spot for a limited carnival? The guest of the carnival next week is a D-class gentleman."
Major Wharton held a tablet under his arm. He winked at his assistant and said mysteriously, "It's something good about the Corps. Please help. Raise your hands."
The assistant secretary was skeptical, but the limited number of leave requests for carnival days was really tempting. Medium stars also had different levels, and most CD-level gentlemen preferred to enjoy welfare on habitable planets, so the chances of getting a turn on a medium-level military star were few and far between.
Major Walton operated the smart bracelet at the right time and sent an email to his assistant's smart bracelet, and signaled him with his eyes to take a look.
The assistant clicked on it and found it was indeed a welfare email about the legion's winnings. He could see the winning code number by swiping down. He stared at Wharton for a while, picked up the internal phone and called in to ask for instructions in a low voice.
"You only have ten minutes," the assistant said to the major after hanging up the phone.
Major Wharton immediately dressed, knocked on the door and went in.
“Knock, knock.”
"Come in."
In the quiet office, the Corps Chief was processing calendar documents. It was another military secretary who opened the door. Wharton talked to him for a while before being allowed to approach the desk.
1.20.30 minutes…
As the pointer moved toward 3 o'clock, the assistant secretary sitting outside wondered why Wharton hadn't come out yet.
At 3:10, the assistant secretary received a call on the internal line reminding the director-general that there was an important meeting on the schedule.
But I received a reply from the military secretary: the meeting was postponed to 4 o'clock.
Assistant Secretary:? 139;49;4631QQ Group
He hung up the phone, confused, but he immediately got to work, fulfilling his duty and notifying everyone of the delay.
In the office, Walton is planning with the Legion Chief Crazy An...!
Walton summarized the major events he discovered during this period into a report. He found a special live broadcast room in the [Knowledge] channel. Within less than half a month of the start of the broadcast, the anchor had attracted more than 1 million active fans.
The outrageous topic that started off miraculously caused the legion chief to look puzzled, but the chief was an experienced, middle-class female officer, older and more mature, and had a tolerant attitude towards the active young people in the legion.
The director listened patiently, his expression changing from calm listening to frowning and serious.
Major Walton quickly reported, took out his tablet, and pulled out the prepared data table, which clearly recorded the source of 130,800 accounts belonging to advanced planets. More than 1,000 screenshots were all chats between high-level troops in certain high-level star regions, and the details of the garrisoned legions were inadvertently revealed.
He handed the tablet to the director and said excitedly, "This anchor must have relatives in the Wasp Tribe!"
"The background of Fate in the story must be the downward expansion plan from 1950 to 1980!"
"If it weren't for the expansion plan, the Wasp Tribe would have basically no chance of attending the third campus."
"The character he created is very charming. I have several brothers in the admissions office of the Ottowen campus. In the recent freshman recruitment, the number of students applying for data-assisted engineering is 20 times more than in previous years!"
"Director, we can try to contact this anchor and ask him to customize a story for our group. Just look! A short story of tens of thousands of words can actually influence so many volunteers!"
"We can definitely ask this anchor to cooperate with our military media department! Customize a passionate story about military recruitment!"
The Army Chief smiled and signaled Walton to leave the tablet behind and go back first.
Seeing that the commander-in-chief still had room for consideration, Walton saluted excitedly and left.
The office was quiet. The chief picked up his pen and continued to sign the previous documents. After reading all the documents on the desk, he asked the military secretary sitting on the other side: "What do you think of the plan proposed by Wharton?"
The military secretary said, "It's very risky."
Then he changed the subject and said, "But it's worth a try."
"Since 1990, our regiment has not had enough new recruits. Even if we allow other races to be recruited, our regiment has only recruited 5,000 new recruits this year, and most of them are wasp-like people who came from the conscription ground." The military assistant frowned and shook his head.
"It's true... we can't keep up with the pace of development of other medium and high-level stars. Wharton's idea sounds ridiculous. We need to investigate it. If it's really as amazing as he said, a higher-level insect that is friendly to the wasp tribe, maybe, um."
The military secretary appropriately cut off the summary and threw the problem back to the chief of staff, as the really important matters still needed to be decided by the chief of staff.
The Corps Commander thought about it, opened his tablet and read the data summarized by Major Walton, focusing on a few screenshots that were confirmed to be the accounts of high-ranking military females.
In the Zerg Alliance, in addition to the ten major legions of the higher stars, there are also countless small legions formed by each race.
These legions all belong to the official government, but due to the ethnic recruitment problem, basically all members of one legion are of one ethnicity, and their individual combat capabilities and military formations cannot compare with the ten most talented legions.
All the middle species aspire to join the ten major legions on high-level military planets, but not every insect can squeeze in. The legions on other middle-level planets are good at absorbing these defeated middle-level soldiers.
Between 1970 and 1990, a huge beast tide broke out in the Zerg Alliance. The star regions swept by the disaster were in ruins. The star regions of the Bee Tribe were the hardest hit. Two of the six species of Bee Tribe were wiped out. The Fourth Campus of Ottowen, which belonged to the same star region, was breached, and the death rate of the military academy of the Third Campus exceeded 60%.
This is the real reason why the first three campuses of Ottoman University, which had always only recruited high-level students, opened up enrollment quotas to low- and middle-level students after 1980.
Many low- and middle-level insects took advantage of this opportunity to turn things around, and many determined, hard-working and hard-working low- and middle-level insects successfully made it into the top ten legions.
On the contrary, the number of new recruits entering the medium legion immediately dropped sharply. In particular, the Bee Tribe was once the hardest hit area, with several debuffs stacked on top of each other. If the medium legion where Wasp Major Walton is located continues like this, it will face a terrible level drop in a few years and become a low-level garrison legion.
To the Zerg soldiers who valued class hierarchy, this was undoubtedly bad news.
The chief thought for a while and said, "Let the military media department send a letter to contact them."
The military secretary nodded. He was not surprised that the chief agreed to carry out this somewhat shocking report plan.
After the beast tide disaster in 1990, the remaining four bee tribes were not united. On the contrary, the remaining bee tribes began to split. They divided the tribe characteristics more finely. The divided bee tribes hated each other and were unwilling to send troops to rescue when the beast tide came.
There are only about 3 million wasp insects left out of the tens of millions, including the young, the old and retired soldiers. The number of female soldiers actually in service is just over 700,000. Of the 13 middle and high-level military stars, only 6 are middle-level.
The former legion stationed on the high star was legitimately taken over by the brotherly group, the Wasp Legion.
The Wasp Corps has more active female soldiers, who are eyeing the Hornets covetously. As long as there is a subtle opportunity, the Wasps will definitely find ways to annex the few remaining medium-sized bases of the Wasp Corps.
Currently, the medium-sized military star they occupy is in great need of new recruits.
The military secretary contacted the lower level, and as soon as the message reached the military media department, the other end immediately took out the contact contract that had been prepared long ago and said that there was no problem and they would contact us right away.
A military secretary of similar age:?
So you youngsters have already made arrangements and are just waiting for Wharton to tip off?
Such reports were not limited to certain medium-sized military planets.
The Ring of Law Galaxy, the main star of the Cat's Eye.
“Send someone to talk to this anchor.”
"30 races, what a great achievement."
A recorder tactfully asked his superior: "Legal warning? Or direct arrest?"
The vice president of the parliament, who was sitting in the main seat, did not say anything. Another court representative responded tactfully: "Please make a careful distinction. This citizen did not break the law."
"I had a video call with the director of the Knowledge Division, and they provided a complete offline agreement process and a legal publication number. According to the Sixth Convention, love technique books are all classified as civilian books."
The recorder frowned and said, "This isn't even a skill book!"
The court representative smiled calmly and said, "It's just that there is no movie blueprint as a reference. Are you going to say that the story is all true?"
The recorder pursed his lips tightly and said nothing more.
The vice-chairman of the main seat made the final decision: "That's enough."
"Let's talk first. Try to use gentle means to find out who the worm is. Once you find him, notify his teacher to supervise him."
"The meeting is adjourned."
One after another, important official signals were sent in the form of emails to host Fate's mailbox.
Return to the Black Shield time zone.
Less than 30 minutes after [Roommate] officially ended, the middle and upper classes of society could already smell this unusual enthusiasm.
Shi Cunjin's words act as oars, stirring up a pool of clear water.
The system filtered out the official emails and showed them to Teacher Shi, who then asked nervously in his ear, "Protect the official emails of the court and the military! Are we exposed?"
Shi Cunjin said: "No, it's a good thing that I received an official email."
The system doesn’t understand.
Shi Cunjin considered his words carefully and replied cautiously, and they agreed to discuss the details via online video the next day or the day after tomorrow.
After he finished replying, he told the system, "It's normal for the Protection Court to send a letter. The story I created is on the edge of the romance movie and skill book range, and it's testing the gray area between consumer male insects and consumer movies. It's reasonable for them to send a letter."
"A descendant who is suspected of holding your biography is no threat to the ruling power of the Court of Protection."
"But a biography is not a biography. If they use a biography as a gimmick to sell a storybook, they should investigate the instigator behind it. Is he a daring thief or a certain gentleman with excusable circumstances?"
The system thought about it and became even more nervous: "Then what is your identity!!"
Shi Cunjin threw the question aside and teased the system: "I'll rely on you to cheat from now on."
System, CPU is overheating!
Shi Cunjin heard a burst of mumbling in his head.
“…”
"Calm down."
Shi Cunjin gave up his attempt to amuse himself and said, "You have the complete records of the three hosts. Number 1 is a male. Can you copy the cat-eye anti-counterfeit pattern on his ID in the file?"
The system replied obediently: "Sure."
Shi Cunjin: "Yeah, so it will be fine."
The system responded with some confusion: "You...are you going to pretend to be a high-level male insect? But Cat's Eye is very strict in managing the records of each of you."
Shi Cunjin: "Of course not, it's too easy to be exposed. Starting tomorrow, '@Fate' will become the illegitimate child of a certain male insect."
"You will make a complete set of high-level insect birth certificates tonight. In the column for hatching day, stamp the cat-eye anti-counterfeiting pattern on the ID card of host No. 1. I have seen the records of No. 1 and No. 2. The core of their anti-counterfeiting patterns is the same, but No. 1's anti-counterfeiting pattern has an extra layer of laser patterns on the outer circle. That is the standard for distinguishing A-level and C-level male insects."
Shi Cunjin sent the reply and said to the system: "I have looked through the files of the original novel and the first three hosts. It seems that only Cat's Eye technology can engrave this anti-counterfeit pattern. You take care of this, and I will handle the rest."
If you are the boss, come out and work 996!
System: “?”
...It seems, it seems really not dangerous?
The system is confused. It turns out that the previous branch files that failed can still be used like this?
Shi Cunjin finished processing the important emails before clicking on the red heart button that kept popping up.
SVIP Red Heart: [Am I seeing this right? ]
SVIP Red Heart: [I only refreshed three times, and the link you posted is sold out? ]
Grid clicked the link to the live broadcast room repeatedly in disbelief. Even with the fastest internet speed, he still couldn't squeeze in.
Just kidding, another boss of this project didn’t get a pre-sale spot for the product.
@Fit: [You can get ready now and go out to inspect the factory, partner.]
This is really too exciting.
Grid switched back to the live broadcast room. The wailing in the comment section was horrible. Countless comments were shouting and screaming. The audience who grabbed the link and were about to pay the deposit were smug, while the audience who didn't grab the link were like zombies, running around like vicious dogs looking for food.
The atmosphere was so heated that even mature female soldiers on leave could not help but come out and focus on catching the rogue accounts by grabbing the links.
This is the slightly more reserved brother of the military girl: [Did you get it? Sure, send it to me when the time comes. ]
This is a very unrestrained military-female rogue: [Five seconds, change to the address of my garrison. ]
Grid went back to the background and excitedly sent a message: [Should we increase the print run? Directly distribute to offline stores! I can open about 100 paper media promotion stores on the advanced planets in the Centauri galaxy! ]
SVIP Red Heart: [It is very popular now, 60w sold out in seconds, and another 60w offline direct sales are no problem! ]
Black Shield here.
Shi Cunjin put down the cup of hot drink. The word "we" in the message made him laugh.
Do you know they are brothers now?
@菲特: [60w can be cleared in seconds because the atmosphere in the live broadcast room is good. This is the cultural influence that is unique to online media.]
@菲特: [If you print 600,000 physical books and sell them in stores, they will only become a "love technique book."]
Shi Cunjin grasped the situation, hitting the nail on the head, and deliberately emphasized the special words.
600,000 copies of online pre-sale were transferred to mail delivery. Shi Cunjin had never encountered such a large scale in the 21st century. He had to be extremely cautious and use some means to win the hearts of people, which could be regarded as an extra layer of insurance.
The other world is full of dangers and surprises. All he can do is to take each step carefully.
@菲特: [However, the popularity is so high, offline direct sales can indeed increase the quantity. Don’t rush, go to the factory first to make sure there are no problems with transportation.]
Red Heart replied immediately: [Nothing can go wrong, I have arranged everything! ]
@Fit: [Well, I believe you.]
On the Azure Star side.
Grid stood up and paced back and forth in the study. He felt depressed and wanted to say something but didn't know where to start.
Say what?
That this day suddenly became a huge turning point in my life? That I was going to do something big, and my father, who was supposed to support me, threatened to punish me by making me a slave, and that the only person who believed in me was an internet friend I had never met?
Grid paced back and forth like a trapped beast.
At this moment, his smart bracelet vibrated slightly, and Fate sent a message again.
@Fit: [Don’t be afraid.]
Grid stopped suddenly.
@菲特: [60w is just the first step in your life journey.]
@菲特: [Believe in your own inspiration and vision. It was my first live broadcast, and you were the only one who saw my potential among 100,000 insects.]
@菲特: [Now the audience exceeds one million, and among the million, you are still the protagonist.]
@Fate: [You will be the protagonist.]
Grid stood there and heard the clock in the study chiming.
In the real blue planet, the sky has turned dark.
Here on Black Shield, it’s late morning.
Shi Cunjin added water to the hot drink. He missed tea a little. Black Shield did not have any natural plant extract stimulants. When he was working during the day, all the stimulants sold in the store were chemical synthetics.
He closed his eyes and rested, going over the summary of the day in his mind. He found safe and reliable solutions for all major issues. He was just about to take a short break, go offline and go to bed, as he would have a new battle to fight tomorrow.
Suddenly, his bracelet vibrated again.
Shi Cunjin switched back to the live broadcast room and saw that it was the standard A567 that had dropped to third place on the list who had come back to kill. He was now spending money to get on the list in the live broadcast room, as if the live broadcast room had become his parade array, with mechanical battleships taking off one after another. The four factions in the comment area were originally arguing with each other, and were directly blocked by the golden light of the gift special effect and flew out.
Fate's Four Mad Dog Armies:?
Suddenly, a large number of account messages flooded into the forum area of Fate's personal website, and they were unprecedentedly united in criticizing the idiot who used gift special effects to kick them out of the live broadcast room.
[What the hell are the top three doing tonight! 】
[Wow, for this amount, I can just report it to the tax bureau, no thanks! ]
【What a waste! 】
A few sharp-eyed accounts suddenly said: [Wait, this third place didn’t get a pre-sale spot? It’s just showing off its muscle, right?]
[I can't stand you bunch of military bitches. No matter what you do, you just contribute a little gold to get ahead. Aren't you annoying? ]
What a coincidence, Shi Cunjin thought the same thing. He opened the chat box in the background and sent a private message to Zhizhong A567.
@菲特: [I’ve reserved a pre-sale spot for you, so you don’t need to send me a gift.]
But the golden light of the gift special effects in the live broadcast room did not stop, and it was not until the account of Standard A567 rushed back to the top of the list that Shi Cunjin received a reply from the backstage.
In the middle of the conversation, Red Heart came over and said, "What the hell! He wants to challenge me?"
@Fit: [Go see the factory.]
SVIP Red Heart: [Oh.]
SVIP Christmas Hat: […] Unread.
…
SVIP Standard A567: [Love is a war. They fight and tangle in emotions, using themselves as swords and guns, and fight until dawn. ]
SVIP Standard A567: [You need to pull each other and be evenly matched to win. 】
【This is a really exciting story. I like it very much. 】
Shi Cunjin: It’s better not to use fists to make you angry.
Shi Cunjin, who had been going smoothly all day, now rarely felt a little hesitant.
…This ultimate straight-line second male lead might be the one who is the most difficult to change his mindset.
Shi Cunjin rubbed his eyebrows and comforted himself, at least he didn’t say it this time, I have met all the requirements and I will go to Maoyan to find an opponent tomorrow.
@菲特: [What race are you? I will open a race-specific pre-sale slot for you.]
This side of Karaman.
Anushka sat in the cabin and said without hesitation: [Butterfly tribe.]
@Fit's chat box shows typing...
Anushka remembered the 10,000-word racial special feature in the new notice, and added: [I am a long-winged monarch butterfly, and my scales and tentacles are poisonous.]
SVIP Standard A567: [Species customization does not have to be so realistic. If Carol touches the tentacles of the long-winged butterfly tribe, she will really die. 】
Shi Cunjin: ...
Thank you, romance destroyer.
Shi Cunjin sent the pre-sale link over and clicked to end the broadcast.
As the days and nights turned, when Cun Jin got up early to negotiate with the court, clean new books were being sent to the starry sea via the Alliance Express.