Chapter 138 Earning 90 Million in a Week 02
Jiang Yuelu did not answer immediately.
The transparent screen in front of him was like a mobile phone screen that had been magnified several times. He saw a universal avatar in the upper right corner. After clicking it, he found that it was his own panel.
The name is a string of garbled characters: Scale Bud User A028XNA
The information is incomplete and the profile picture is still original, no wonder others can tell at a glance that he is a newcomer.
"Hey, user A02, do you want to fight or not? Just say a word."
Jiang Yuelu browsed quickly and noticed that there was a row of numbers at the bottom of the panel, which read "Earned Underworld Money". The Underworld Money he had accumulated so far was zero.
"Gulp, gulp."
He heard the stereo surround sound of watering, and a deep black bud bloomed on the screen, as if it had drunk enough water and spread its arms comfortably.
A line of black and green colored words popped up on the screen: [The new anchor is so handsome, I like you! ]
At the same time, the number bar of the underworld money increased a little.
From 0 to 4.
"This is the new era way to make money..." Jiang Yuelu understood a little bit, and looked back at the ghost anchor who was waiting impatiently, "PK, right? I'll play."
The ghost anchor was about to leave when he turned back: "...You can talk, buddy. I thought you were a silent person."
"Listen to me, it's no use being silent and playing the victim nowadays. You're a newcomer, so it's best not to choose a character with a very distinctive style. Unless you are gifted, you will definitely not be able to hold on."
"As a newcomer, just be safe and choose something that the public likes to watch. You may not make much money, but at least you won't make mistakes. Am I right, brothers and sisters?"
Jiang Yuelu glanced at his profile picture and said, "I see. Thank you... for your fame."
"Hey, if you're serious, just call me Mingyang."
Mingyang stroked his hair and said, "Then let's have a fight?"
Jiang Yuelu nodded.
Mingyang immediately turned off the sound. Judging from his lip movements and his hard work, he seemed to be canvassing for votes passionately. His actions and the process so far awakened Jiang Yuelu's memory of the live video broadcast.
He doesn't watch live broadcasts very often, but he has a certain understanding of the hosts.
The company's advertising plan once proposed to invite several popular anchors to endorse. During college, his roommate liked to broadcast games at night. Once he accidentally entered the camera and accidentally brought a small wave of traffic to his roommate... Yan Lu would stay in the handicraft live broadcast room for a long time.
If a host wants to increase his followers, he has to find the corresponding audience.
For example, people who play games can watch game live broadcasts, and people who do handicrafts can watch handicraft live broadcasts.
A ghost’s live broadcast room…who could be watching?
Jiang Yuelu looked at his slightly empty live broadcast room. There were only a few people there, most of whom came from Mingyang's live broadcast room across the street out of curiosity. When they saw that he didn't speak for a long time, they left in boredom.
He doesn't care much about the current loss.
At the beginning, he never thought about winning this PK.
Compared with anchors like Mingyang who already have a certain number of fans, he, a newcomer who doesn't even have a complete profile, has no advantage at all. And Mingyang knows the rules of live streaming better than him, which is the most important thing.
He agreed to this PK not because he wanted to snatch victory from Mingyang, nor because he wanted to steal viewers from the other party's live broadcast room. He just wanted to have an immersive experience of PK so that he could know the process of the competition.
Only by better understanding the situation and having more information can we respond flexibly.
…
The PK was quickly decided. When Mingyang's voice was heard again, he was out of breath. "...Mingyang will remember all your support. I will never forget you when I become rich. Thank you, thank you... Brothers and sisters, we won again today."
After thanking a bunch of friends, Mingyang looked back at Jiang Yuelu, "Hey, brother, you look good and have a good personality, do you want to try to join our alliance?"
He had this plan in mind when he first connected with Jiang Yuelu.
An anchor makes a living by his looks, emotional intelligence, wisdom, speaking skills, stories, etc. Jiang Yuelu has at least won in terms of looks, and other aspects can be slowly adjusted/taught.
"alliance?"
"Yes, the Yinsi Money Competition is about to begin, and many powerful people have come to Linya City. New anchors who are weak and alone can't survive without banding together. Although our alliance is not big, we can at least make it to the top 400. Do you want to give it a try? I think you will definitely become popular, but I'm not used to it yet."
Jiang Yuelu didn't quite understand what the top 400 meant, but he knew that this ranking would definitely not save his younger brothers and sisters, so he politely declined his invitation.
"That's fine." Ming Yang was not surprised. "Your face will definitely become popular. I'll tell you this. If it doesn't, I'll eat up all the screens in my room."
Jiang Yuelu: "Does your room also have four screens?"
"This is your first time in Scale Bud City, right? All the rooms here look the same. It is said that one room is next to another, just like scale buds next to scale buds, so it got this name."
"It is said that from the outside, the Scales City looks like a big, round, black tumor with a peaked top. We are inside this tumor."
Ming Yang glanced at the screen and said, "Hahaha, the host's words are too corny? Then let's change the term for the bosses. It's not a big tumor, it's... a big onion?"
Jiang Yuelu recalled the dark space she had spent time in before coming here, where a foreign object with a pointy top and a round bottom floated up. She didn't look closely at it at the time, but only noticed that it was completely black.
"But we can't leave the room, so we don't know if the legend is true..."
Mingyang looked at him and decided to do another favor for this newcomer.
"You probably don't know the three rules of the Yinsi Money Contest, right?"
Jiang Yuelu shook his head.
In Mingyang's eyes, he was like a little deer that had strayed into a savage jungle.
"It's a bit troublesome to explain the rules... How about this, I'll pay attention to you later and send you a private message." Ming Yang said with a smile: "I won't waste time, my family in the live broadcast room is urging me to catch up with the next game."
Jiang Yuelu nodded and said thank you sincerely.
"Okay, see you later!"
The video snapped shut.
The screen that was split in two became one again, focusing on Jiang Yuelu's upper body. He had never looked at himself so directly, so closely, and so long before, and it was really embarrassing.
Fortunately, Mingyang’s private message came quickly.
[Rule 1: The currency for settlement in Scale Bud City can only be underworld money]
[Rule 2: You can trade with ghosts, but killing ghosts will backfire]
[Rule 3: You can send dreams to living people, but you cannot kill people]
The first rule is easy to understand.
In the ghost city, people are at the mercy of ghosts and of course all transactions are done with paper money.
Jiang Yuelu cares about one or two rules.
The transaction mentioned in Rule 2 should be the transaction of the underworld’s money. The first half of the sentence seems insignificant at first glance, but the second half is easy to make you think about it——
Killing a ghost will backfire.
One can't help but wonder what kind of so-called "transaction" this is.
Sitting down to sign a sales contract is a typical example of an equal transaction. But can such a harmonious transaction really happen in the ghost city?
You know, this is the ghost city where "You are so cruel" is regarded as the highest compliment.
So to speak, killing ghosts and stealing goods can be considered a "transaction", unfair competition is also a "transaction", be it insidious or blatant scam, Jiang Yuelu seemed to see the evil ghosts interpreting the word "transaction" unscrupulously, until the game became difficult to continue, and then they added the clause "killing ghosts will be retaliated against".
Rules 2 and 3 are more interesting when read together.
First of all, [you can send dreams to living people]. It may seem hard to understand at first glance, but you will understand it if you put yourself in the ghost’s shoes and think about it.
What do ghosts use money for?
Paper money.
Where does paper money come from?
Burning people alive.
In legends, there are often stories about people who go to the underworld after death, but because they do not have enough money to spend, they repeatedly appear in the living's dreams. They wear rags and cry and complain in their dreams, asking their living relatives to burn money as soon as possible for pocket money.
When Jiang Yuelu heard this, she sighed that it was already difficult to live, as one had to worry about money every day and every month. She didn't expect that she would still have to worry about having no money after death.
Money, money, money.
It is truly the lifeblood of both the living and the dead.
All in all, the dreaming of a living person mentioned in Rule 3 is understandable, but Jiang Yuelu is concerned about another point - this strange "Linya City" is actually connected to the human world?
“Beep beep beep—hahahahaha—beep beep—”
The shrill sound, like an alarm, sounded simultaneously on four screens.
Jiang Yuelu's scalp was numb from the shock, but he couldn't turn down the sound like he did with a computer. He had already discovered that the sound was connected to the four screens, and there was nothing he could do about it. He could only let the incomplete and broken sound continue to destroy his ears.
"No one has come into your live broadcast room for a long time! This is a terrible omen!"
"Let me remind you again - every contestant in Linya City is here for the Yinsi Money Competition. Every day after the competition begins, except for the necessary 25 minutes of rest time, you must constantly attract viewers to make the live broadcast room active and full of popularity!"
"Your popularity is directly related to the money you get from the underworld, please take it seriously!!!"
The blood-red exclamation marks and shrill screams beat him mercilessly.
Jiang Yuelu thought, they were treating him like a lazy person... and were pulling his ears to get him up to work.
But, did you hear it wrong?
The rest time is only 25 hours... Don’t the anchors in Linya City need to sleep?... But ghosts don’t seem to need much sleep. Jiang Yuelu complained while controlling the screen to connect with other anchors.
He still doesn't quite understand how Linya City makes money - he believes that the live streaming here must be different from what he knows.
He needs to collect as many anchors as possible to get familiar with which style is more popular in the huge live broadcast market in Linya City and can accumulate popularity the fastest - remember, he only has seven days.
To do this, he needed as many samples as possible.
The screen split in two again, and Jiang Yuelu's face was pushed aside by a ghost swallowing a knife. "We, the Scythe Gang, will remain unchanged in name and surname. Today we will show you our skills!"
Jiang Yuelu glanced at the half-swallowed sword.
Smile slightly.
"Anchor, do you want to play PK?"
…
24 hours later.
With only 40 minutes left before the start of the Yinsi Money Contest, Jiang Yuelu finally cut off the screen.
In the past 24 hours, his room was filled with rap, talent shows, singing and dancing, and even crosstalk sketches, as well as gossip, fortune-telling, and consultations on emotional disputes. There were old ladies singing operas with trembling voices, high-IQ college entrance examination students taking classes on the spot, and all kinds of dark food eating broadcasts...
There were also a few people who did not come for the underworld money competition, but brought special products from other ghost cities to sell here.
In short, it is diverse and proficient in all.
"But these are not the most profitable ones," he said to himself.
These live broadcasts may be able to make a name for themselves in reality, but not in Linya City, where there are no restrictions.
No restrictions mean it is difficult to control. It means the market is growing wildly. Over time, the ghosts of Linya City have figured out a default rule, which can even surpass the rules 1-3 given to him by Mingyang and override all others.
Whether the cat is black or white, a cat that can catch mice is a good cat.
Whether it's the legal or illegal way, as long as you can make some hard-earned money, it's a good way to do things.
In the past 24 hours, the live broadcast room with the most traffic that Jiang Yuelu saw came from a self-mutilating ghost. He cut himself on the spot, put his butt on the top of his head, and his teeth on his knees. In a pool of blood, he received the most applause and praise.
The amount of money from the underworld reward for that event was conservatively estimated to be 120,000.
120,000...
The first host I connected with was famous, and I only got 250 yuan in that PK.
"But I certainly won't choose the brutal method of self-mutilation to make money." Jiang Yuelu shook her head. That was too bloody, not suitable for children, and also seemed backward and stupid.
“Beep, beep—hahahaha!”
The terrifying sound effects were accompanied by a long-tongued rag doll that suddenly jumped out on the screen, making a shocking appearance.
“…”
Well, he was somewhat accustomed to the style of Linya City.
Attracting people's attention and challenging their outlook on life is what Lin Yacheng likes.
"Please prepare yourself, contestants."
"The annual Yinsi Money Competition will begin in one minute."
As the announcement was read out so that millions of ghosts could hear it, the absurd prompt tone seemed much more serious, and the countdown was read out in a serious manner.
“…Forty, fifty, twenty, five, one, hahahahaha!”
The voice coming from the screen broadcast the numbers in a deliberately irregular manner.
The laughter that broke out was unprecedented, as if they were genuinely happy to have fooled all the ghosts who were listening attentively.
"The Underworld Money Contest, now! Let's begin!!!"
Jiang Yuelu stared at the colorful vortex in front of him without blinking. He knew that his next opponent would emerge from it, and also his first opponent in the competition.
From now on, he will work hard for his share of dreams for the week.
"Your next live streamer is——"
When Jiang Yuelu saw who was coming, his pupils widened.
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