Chapter 149 Earning 90 Million in a Week 13
"How about it, is my sincerity enough? Are you interested in cooperating with me?"
After telling Jiang Yuelu the time of the competition, Ximujin asked with a smile.
"You told me that the competition lasts for seven days. Now one day has passed and there are six days left. And you also said that this year there are many masters and the competition is very fierce. We must at least get the amount of Yinsi money that won last year to have a chance of winning..."
Jiang Yuelu looked at him, "So how much did the first place win last year?"
Ximujin gestured a number, "90 million."
Earning 90 million in a week...
Jiang Yuelu looked at the time and said, "I need to think about it again."
Ximujin looked at him deeply. Behind him, there were other key members of the Corpse Society who could hear their conversation. Seeing that their leader had said a lot to him, but the other party still did not give a satisfactory answer, their faces turned ugly for a moment. Ximujin made a cryptic gesture, asking them to shut up.
He smiled at Jiang Yuelu on the other side of the screen and said, "I still hope the judge can give me a quick answer. Seven days is too short. Time waits for no one."
"no problem."
The connection was cut off, and Ximujin appeared alone on the screen. He frowned slightly and tapped his forehead repeatedly with his golden fan, looking completely different from the relaxed negotiator just now.
"President, do we really have to have him?"
There are still some people who love the team within the Corpse Society. Even though they don't like Tang Ze very much, they are still very unwilling to accept his loss. In addition, the newcomer Jiang Yuelu doesn't give face to the president, which makes them even more angry.
"There are other newcomers, maybe they are not as strong as him, but they are obedient."
Ximujin sighed, "In this life-and-death competition, strength is everything. As long as he can lead me to victory and help me find my brother, then he can have the capital to be arrogant."
"Wait a minute, that's nothing. I almost gave him the position of president just now."
Everyone was shocked: "President?!"
"Oh my, you guys are making a fuss. I said I almost gave it to you, but I didn't really give it to you." Ximujin waved the fan in a good mood.
"No guild leader would give up his position to a stranger he had just met for a few minutes... Can you please consider our feelings when doing these things..."
The people from the Corpse Society almost had the words "Please be more careful" written on their faces.
"I know, I know." Ximujin remembered, "By the way, I hope nothing happened during my private chat just now. It's almost time to start the show."
During the seven days of the competition, there are not PK competitions all the time. The anchors can choose the live broadcast time by themselves, but it cannot exceed 12 hours.
The longer you live stream, the more rewards you get, which helps you get on the good list of the day, allowing more viewers to see it, and thus flock to the live broadcast room to bring more rewards... and then book the live broadcast content for the next day, thus forming a virtuous cycle.
Therefore, all participating anchors will choose to broadcast for the full 12 hours. It is rare for someone to do as Jiang Yuelu did yesterday, where he just played one game and then quit.
Later, many viewers came to watch the show, but were turned away by the sign “The host is taking a break”. They cursed at Jiang Yuelu, saying that they would never watch Judge again even if they jumped off the stage… But they were also itching to watch the show because of the comments from other fans who had watched the show, so they secretly followed and made reservations while cursing Jiang Yuelu for being lazy.
Jiang Yuelu also stood out among the anchors who were working hard to broadcast that day, becoming an outlier. But in this deformed market, being outliers can attract more attention. As long as you are strong, the audience can make up for all unreasonable behaviors for you. Impoliteness has become a feature, and going off the air without saying a word is also unique.
So in the end, the Inquisitor's reputation as mysterious and elusive was accidentally spread.
But Jiang Yuelu regretted it so much——
Because he didn't expect the competition to have a time limit. If he knew he only had seven days to make money, he would definitely have played for his life on the first day... Of course, this is all a story for later.
Since the competition has time limits, what do the participating anchors do during the other 12 hours when they are not broadcasting live?
The answer is also very simple -
Busy planning how to live broadcast.
Except for the president like Ximujin who would consider the recruitment and management of the Corpse Society (but don't overestimate the management level of these ghosts), everyone else lives a life of otakus and housegirls. It's like being locked in a single room in an Internet cafe, and the only way to communicate with people is online.
To a certain extent, these 11 and a half hours were safe.
But when there was only half an hour left before the show started, undercurrents began to surge in Linya City, just like countless wild beasts waking up in the dark jungle, eyeing tonight's prey.
Ximu Jinwen will start broadcasting in this half hour.
He took a look and saw that there were only ten minutes left before the broadcast.
"Hey, wait. There are only ten minutes left. Why haven't you guys gone live yet? Are you all just hanging around here with me?" Ximujin scanned a circle of people with different styles.
Vice President An Ran chewed gum and said, "It's a bit weird, boss."
"At this time, usually someone would come over to PK, but today there's no one. Hey, Lao Liu, Dice, are you guys here too?"
Several anchors on the screen nodded in agreement. Ximujin frowned and asked, "Don't any of you have an anchor appointment?"
"Yeah, boss, we all think it's weird."
"Something's not right." Ximujin raised his head, "An Ran, go ask the other people in the club."
Vice President An Ran quickly brought the news - the corpses would be wiped out the next day, and all the anchors, including the president, did not receive the call.
"Even Tang Ze is like that." Someone interrupted, "Is it because Tang Ze lost yesterday and the audience thinks our traffic is bad?"
"That shouldn't be a catch-all. Look, the Minotaur and the Tassel Girl both won the PK yesterday, and they didn't receive any calls either."
Almost all the ghosts of the Corpse Society have arrived, and they are connected to the president's live broadcast room. From a distance, it looks as spectacular as an online meeting. The ghosts inlaid in each grid have their own style, some are charming or evil, and the background is either a misty mountain or a frost and snow field. In short, everyone is ready for the live broadcast.
They should have been preparing for the PK, but now they are just sitting here doing nothing.
In this race against time to make money, there is nothing more terrible than having nothing to do.
"President... Is it really because Tang Ze lost? The competition has only been going on for a day, and this is the only major event in our club."
Tang Ze sat in the cubicle in the corner, and he was ready for the live broadcast. From today on, he was no longer making money for himself, but to pay off Jiang Yuelu's debt.
Hearing others mention his name again and again, Tang Ze didn't say a word.
Ximujin shook his head, "No. There have been so many people who have lost in the past few years, and I have never encountered such a situation."
"But... aren't the connections random?" a newcomer who had just come in spoke weakly.
Vice President An Ran patiently replied: "Random is just a common situation. On the first day, because there are new people, most anchors will use a random connection method. But as they become familiar with the live broadcast rules, they begin to intentionally connect with acquaintances or partners in the alliance... It's all for the live broadcast effect."
The newcomer nodded ignorantly, looking at the president holding the golden fan in his hand. He took a deep breath, and the casual smile on his face slowly disappeared.
"I know what's going on."
He slowly scanned the members of the Corpse Society, "We should have run into a [Group Battle]."
"[Teamfight]? What is that?"
The members looked at each other in confusion; none of them had heard of this new term.
"[Team Battle] is a multiplayer PK mode. There is no upper limit on the number of participants and no limit on the duration. The two participants will compete against each other until the final accumulated amount of underworld money determines the winner... Hmm, have you ever seen a sports meeting participated by humans when you were alive?"
Ximujin saw that many people nodded.
"This kind of PK is a bit like a team relay race in a sports meet. Each team member is responsible for a section of the journey. It doesn't matter if we are a little slower on this section of the journey. As long as the traffic of the next baton picks up and we get more money than the opponent, we can still win."
"It's a test of teamwork and tactical planning."
"Compared to the [Team Battle], the one-on-one PK is a bit too monotonous. I guess the original intention of Linya City to design the [Team Battle] was actually to create more fun, to see more exciting and eye-catching twists than a relay race, to hear more enthusiastic applause than at a sports meeting... It was very popular at the time."
"But with the entry of a monster one year, [Team Battles] became a complete joke."
"Monster?" the newcomer muttered.
In the eyes of newcomers like them, the other members of the Corpse Society are all crazy monsters, but now, the president of this organization, the ghost who is determined to kill Jin Muxi and replace him as the Lord of Ghost City, has described other ghosts as monsters. How perverted and terrifying is this existence?
"Ghosts like you and me are still related to humans after all," Ximujin said.
"I am a scourge that crawled out of a dead person's bones, and you are a wronged soul that died after drinking rat poison. We are all the same, and we are still a family with the same roots."
"But that monster is different." As he said this, Ximujin covered his mouth and nose with a golden fan, as if he still disliked the stench coming from that guy after so many years.
"It was like a beast born from a cross between an octopus and a human. Somehow it made its way into the Yinsi Money Competition that year and accidentally became a test subject for the [Group Battle]. The organization that fought against it that year was also very strong. It's no exaggeration to say that it was even stronger than the Corpse Society at the time, but it was wiped out by its crazy massacre..."
"Wait a minute, President." An Ran wanted to say something, "I've heard about this, but I've never understood it. It... that octopus monster, there seems to be only one, right? Isn't this a multiplayer PK mode? How on earth is it going to PK with a group of opponents? I've never understood it."
"It's right that you don't understand." Ximujin said disdainfully, "There's no need to understand something so disgusting."
"Let me put it this way. Doesn't an octopus have a lot of tentacles? That thing can cut itself into pieces, and they can share the same brain... You guys are fighting against a bunch of octopus legs. Do you understand what I mean?"
An Ran's eyes appeared to show him passing the baton to Tang Ze while one leg was passing it to another leg.
“How strange…”
"After that, [Teamfights] were labeled as one-sided massacres, which could easily attract some weird sadists with mental problems, so they were naturally shelved."
"I thought everyone would enjoy watching this kind of massacre..."
"You're wrong. A one-sided crushing victory would be very boring. If it were you, would you prefer to watch a streamer who is invincible or would you prefer to watch him surpass you by constantly surpassing your level in killing monsters? We, the streamers who play situational PLAY, need to know how to create a stressful environment for ourselves..."
An Ran hurriedly said: "President, President, someone has made an appointment, someone has made an appointment with us!"
Ximujin raised an eyebrow, "We?"
"Yes... the other party gave the connection to all of us." Sweat ran down An Ran's face. "Lao Liu, Dizi, Tang Ze, me... and you, President, I also gave it to you..."
The members of the Corpse Society stared in amazement at the prompts that appeared at the same time, and said in unison.
"Isn't this a [Team Fight]?"
Ximujin looked at the name on the screen. It was a name that was very far away from him. "[Mom]... So it was her. I'm afraid she is the one who made our corpse association completely disconnected."
A monster that can make other anchors avoid it just by making the sound of wind.
"I always feel a little uncomfortable, as if I was caught by a wild beast that was released early... Mark it down so that other wild beasts can only take a detour."
Ximujin called out, "An Ran."
"Here!" The vice president said anxiously, "President, if you give the order, we will start preparing immediately!"
"What are you preparing for?" Ximujin urged, "Hurry up and knock on the door of the judge next door. Tell him that if he doesn't come, I will die. Even if I die and become a ghost, I will not let him go!"
“…”
"Wait." Ximujin twirled his fan, "An Ran, who am I?"
“…”
"I am a ghost." Ximujin asked himself and answered, "Since I am a ghost, why do I have to use fair and aboveboard means? Since I must take down this person, it doesn't matter if I use some despicable and shameless means."
"Come, let us use [Mom's] invitation to welcome the greatest Inquisitor!"
A minute later, the president of the Corpse Society released the live broadcast room that the audience had been waiting for for a long time.
In the upper right corner of the live broadcast room, there is a row of large slogans written in bold characters:
Warmly welcome Judge No. 0 to join the Corpse Society!!!
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