"Hey, that's how big bosses do business. You can't put all your eggs in one basket! They'll all grow together eventually! Take S and X, for example. You can hear the different names, right? But they're actually from the same investor! What's that called again... preventing commercial monopolies!"
Zhou Junhao's lips twitched, suspecting that Brother Nan was seriously trying to fool him.
But on his face, he still showed admiration: "Wow, I didn't know you could do that! That's amazing!"
Just as they continued walking in, a person came towards them from the corner of the corridor.
The person was wearing a mask and hat, and was somewhat hunched over, with long, slightly curly hair hanging down on both sides of the hat.
Zhou Junhao was startled by the other person's silent appearance and almost bumped into them. He reflexively moved aside to make room for them.
The man didn't stop and kept walking forward with his head down.
Only in that fleeting moment when their bodies crossed paths did Zhou Junhao meet the other's eyes.
Those were very special eyes, filled with the desolation of having seen all the vicissitudes of life and the deathly stillness of having endured countless hardships, making one feel an indescribable sadness at first glance.
Beneath those eyes was a long scar that ran from the corner of the eye all the way down to where it was hidden under the mask, giving off a dangerous and menacing aura that made people feel like they were not to be trifled with.
However, this is not the most important thing.
Most importantly, Zhou Junhao felt that the other person looked somewhat familiar, as if they had met somewhere before.
The moment their eyes met was too brief; before Zhou Junhao could extract any useful information from his mind, the other person had already looked away and brushed past him.
Zhou Junhao's gradually honed journalistic experience told him that this was someone worth exploring in depth.
So Zhou Junhao casually leaned over to Nan Ge and offered him a cigarette again: "Nan Ge, was that guy a streamer too? That was terrifying! I saw a huge gash on his face, how can he show his face like that?"
“Smoking is prohibited here, I won’t smoke.” Brother Nan refused Zhou Junhao’s offer to light his cigarette, but naturally took the cigarette from Zhou Junhao and tucked it behind his ear. Then he said, “That guy, he definitely can’t show his face, otherwise he’ll scare away our clients! So what he does now is… what’s it called again, virtual YouTuber! You know, a avatar.”
Virtual anchors are real people who use motion capture technology to control virtual images to broadcast live. This concept originated from abroad. Most viewers see two-dimensional images, so they are jokingly called "suited people".
Although this is also a live stream without showing one's face, it is a step above streamers who only sell their voices.
Zhou Junhao's eyes lit up this time: "Bro, you guys even have virtual streamers here?"
He had originally planned to grit his teeth and dance with these people for a few days, since no one would recognize him after he put on makeup and used beauty filters. But now he seems to have a better option.
“Yeah, didn’t I tell you? We have all kinds of streamers here!” Brother Nan glanced at Zhou Junhao, who was beaming with joy, and reminded him, “You want to be a virtual streamer? Don’t blame me for not warning you. This is much harder than showing your face, and it costs a lot of money. Just the suit alone costs tens of thousands of yuan. Our company definitely won’t cover the cost of this.”
"It's alright, it's alright."
Zhou Junhao waved his hands repeatedly, then looked at Brother Nan with anticipation: "Brother, can I do it? I can pay for the leather case myself."
Nan hesitated: "Are you really going to do this?"
"Yes, yes."
As Zhou Junhao nodded, he asked somewhat embarrassedly, "But brother, I don't know who can do this. Can this company help me find someone?"
Seeing Zhou Junhao's innocent expression last week, Nan quickly made a mental calculation.
Designing original leather cases is definitely expensive, but this kid looks like a complete novice. His company can just make a copy of the template, take a cut, and he can take another cut, maybe even squeeze more money out of them. Then when they're no longer needed, they can just take them elsewhere to rip them off...
So he swallowed his words of persuasion and grinned from ear to ear: "Alright, alright, fine, I'll help you!"
Zhou Junhao nodded, his face full of trust: "Then we'll have to rely on Brother Nan!"
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