Chapter 39: Propaganda: This generation of netizens is really...
Ye Xuan not only read the radio script several times himself, but also searched the Internet for other similar radio programs to listen to and imitate and learn from.
There was no other way. His company never sent anyone to teach him, so he had to learn by himself through the Internet. Fortunately, technology is advanced now, otherwise it would be really inconvenient.
Sister Lin asked him to introduce himself before reading the script. He also understood that it was to let players know that it was him, a "highly popular" real-life NPC, who was doing the promotion, so as to attract everyone's attention.
But he felt that this was very unnatural. Who would introduce themselves when announcing that "the forum is now operational and the competition will start this Saturday"? Wouldn't it be awkward?
But the leader’s requirements are what the workers pursue, so we had to rehearse.
However, Ye Xing looked at the introduction that he had spent half a day writing and had less than 20 words left, and he really wanted to suggest skipping this part.
"Xiao Xuan, how are your preparations going?" Sister Lin happened to pass by this office and saw Ye Xuan, who was looking worried.
"Sister Lin, this self-introduction..." He looked up at her and said with embarrassment, "Can we skip it? This is so weird."
"Xiao Xuan," Sister Lin patted the other person's shoulder in a soothing manner, "This is not called weird, it's called 'creative'."
Yeah?
Why is he so unconvinced?
But it was not a good idea to offend Sister Lin at this time, so she just laughed dryly twice to pretend to agree, but she actually disagreed in her heart.
Is this how the word "creativity" is used? People here are always fooling him and treating him as a fresh graduate who just joined the company.
Since you care about this "creativity", why don't you ask someone to write an introduction for him and let him write it himself?
Seeing that the other party was thinking about how to write the introduction, Sister Lin said, "Then I'll get busy. Go for it."
After Ye Xuan responded, he continued to think hard about what points he could introduce. The originally snow-white printed paper had been written on, scratched, and smeared over, and it had become extremely scary, making people subconsciously think that this person might not be mentally normal.
This sentence is too official, seems strange and does not fit in with the "people-friendly" image of real NPCs, so cross it out.
This sentence is too enthusiastic, like a shopping mall promotion. It may lead to misunderstanding of the content, so cross it out.
He felt that this was more difficult than the essays assigned by teachers in school. Although it seemed to be a "self-introduction" that all elementary school students were required to master, he had to broadcast it "in front of" all the online players of "Dream Travel", so the difficulty level was much higher.
The entries are still being updated, and the deadline should be the day of the competition. The promotion should be released as early as possible so that everyone can be prepared.
It’s just that he, the person in charge of “publicity”, is now stuck on writing the manuscript, and he doesn’t know whether he will be in time.
Never mind, we should put the interests of the players first. If he is laughed at, let them laugh. It won’t cost him any money anyway.
After adjusting his mindset, Ye Xuan said hello to the colleague who was in charge of broadcasting and prepared to return to his office. Before leaving, he unexpectedly received a box of snacks.
"Xiao Qian said you like sweets," she handed over a box of small cakes, "I recommend this cake, it's just the right sweetness and won't make you fat, would you like to try it?"
Ye Xuan thought for two seconds about who "Xiao Qian" was, and then found that it seemed to be the girl at the front desk whom he hadn't seen recently.
That makes sense. He only discussed desserts with the other party. No wonder he left this impression on his unfamiliar colleagues.
"Thank you," Ye Xuan took the cake box, "Why haven't I seen her these past few days? Is she on a business trip?"
After he said it, he realized that it was not right. What kind of business trip could the front desk have? Walking two steps outside could be considered a "business trip".
"Oh, the chef who develops the in-game food has come up with a new product these days. She has gone to be a food taster, so find someone else to take her place." The colleague did not point out Ye Xuan's slip of the tongue, which made him less embarrassed.
"Is that legendary chef here?" Ye Xuan had always heard the girl at the front desk talk about him before. He knew that he was a master who specialized in desserts and drinks. "Then I'm in for a treat in the game."
It’s nice to have a good time eating and drinking after work.
He was thinking about something in his mind as he carried his colleague's cake to the office, completely forgetting his complaint about the company half an hour ago.
…
In the game, as soon as Ye Xing opened his eyes, he found himself sitting in a place similar to a studio. However, there was no complicated equipment in front of him, only a few simple buttons similar to a panel. The marked text and patterns were intuitive and clear, and the operation should be convenient.
I put my heart into it.
He knew that this studio was probably specially prepared for him. After all, the characters in the game didn't need a simple operating system, which would only reduce the realism. He would not be affected, but would be more convenient.
It is very necessary to choose a right time, and also look at the real-time data of the number of online players and activity of the game to calculate the most appropriate moment to start broadcasting.
When the number of users and participation reached an appropriate range, he clicked the "Start Broadcast" button.
"Good evening, dear Dream Game players—" This opening line is extremely cliché, but it is not easy to make mistakes, so it is retained.
In fact, he could also choose some sound effects such as applause and laughter that are often used in radio programs, but that would look even weirder.
"I am a real-life NPC of Dream Travel..." He stumbled through his 50-word self-introduction and felt that the hardest part was over.
"The much anticipated first 'Dream Travel Emoticon Contest'..." Although Ye Xuan was still nervous, his voice was much steadier than before.
After practicing many times, it was not difficult for him to read out the contents of the broadcast script fluently. He thought he was so proficient in some parts that he could even recite them without a script. But to be on the safe side, Ye Xuan still read the script carefully.
I have to say that the game's preparations for this broadcast are sufficient. The broadcast script is not a simple piece of paper like in reality, but an innovative form of black text on white paper. The content to be read out is marked with marker marks that slowly appear and change as he reads aloud, and automatically scrolls to the next line, like a new type of teleprompter.
With the help of this "equipment", Ye Xing successfully completed the broadcasting task. He quit the game in a hurry before he had time to check the messages in the player channel.
After finishing the radio promotion, he had to rush to do the live broadcast promotion.
The work of running between the game and reality is really tiring.
…
This time the live broadcast was not as careful as the last time to only select the players of "Youmeng". The official accounts of Youmeng on major platforms all sent out live broadcast notifications. A large group of people crowded into the live broadcast room, and Ye Xuan's computer was almost stuck.
In fact, the scripts are not much different, at most the words are different. However, the format of live broadcast and radio is very different, at least you can get immediate feedback quite intuitively.
"It's a real NPC guy, long time no see~"
"Isn't that the one in front a Youmeng player? Now the plot recording screen allows us to see it every day."
What, screen recording has been put into use?
Ye Xuan felt that he was tricked by the company again. It turned out that every time he went through the plot, he was watched by countless players, but how come no one reminded him?
“Speaking of which, screen recording and live streaming are a little different, right? (whispering)…”
"This live broadcast is not an internal broadcast like the last one. Is there something big going on?"
"It may be to announce that the official forum can be used normally and to announce the start time of the emotional pack competition."
This prophet has been stabbed. Now that you have finished speaking, what does he say?
Ye Xuan feels that this process will probably be difficult to continue, as netizens these days are too creative and can broadcast live without the need for the anchor himself.
He had no choice but to speak: "That netizen is right. He interrupted me to say what I was going to say. This live broadcast is over. Thank you all for watching."
A speech of ruthless indifference.
I don’t know if it was his illusion, but the barrage of comments froze for a moment, and then quickly scrolled across the screen.
"The end?! Are you kidding me?"
"Stuttering and stammering, the way the sisters in front of me talk is so funny, hahahahaha... wait, what do you mean by 'end'?"
"I was stunned. I just entered the live broadcast room. What happened? I was wrong!"
"Uh...it seems that a certain prophet has 'spoiled' the content of this live broadcast. The anchor is so ashamed and disheartened that he has no choice but to end the live broadcast and go back to heal his wounds alone?"
"How did he come up with so many things in his mind? His expression doesn't seem like it."
Ye Xuan looked at the discussions in the barrage section and gradually could no longer maintain his deliberately stiff and indifferent face, and laughed.
"He laughed. What does laughing mean? I'm a little panicked now."
"Actually, is this live broadcast important to us? The host doesn't even talk. He must be a fake."
"If you think he is a dummy, please go and look at the emojis of the contestants. I don't believe a dummy with such rich expressions."
"Wait, participating in... the emoji competition... he just agreed that the competition is about to begin!"
He was relieved that someone finally got the point.
This generation of netizens is so difficult to lead. I thought their average IQ was as high as that of the "prophet", but I didn't expect them to be so slow in reaction. No wonder the game's plot almost entirely depends on him.
When Ye Xuan complained, he ignored the fact that the game users were his bread and butter. He just stared at the screen without saying a word, as if he was watching a show.
“Game live broadcast by real NPCs (×), game live broadcast by game players (√).”
“The host broadcasts live (×), and the audience broadcasts live (√).”
“Live video (×), live barrage (√).”
Ye Xuan felt that he was the redundant one, but fortunately there were still many people waiting for him to announce the game time.
"So what? Brother, just watch, does publicity rely on the audience's guesses?"
"I propose a prize-winning guessing contest. The first person to guess correctly will receive a game peripheral."
"Okay, okay, I'll sign up!"
"Take me one."
"Count me in, too."
You see, they can organize their own events, so what do they need their official staff to do?
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