oops."
Jiang Ji withdrew her hands. When she pressed the "Guang" button on the left, she also pressed the "Shang" button on the right.
The two buttons lit up green at the same time, and the hundreds of live broadcast rooms on three walls, with screens from different perspectives, jumped to the same interface.
In the live broadcast room, the ferocious giant bear with eerie white bones and rotten flesh read the advertising slogan with despair: "The latest biotechnology product developed by the Brain Lobe Development Company: self-defense spray, added with a substance that destroys brain memory neurons in a short period of time..."
At least eight cameras were aimed at the robe hanging.
What a grand occasion this is.
This lobotomy development company must have spent a lot of money.
Jiang Ji did not feel the obvious surveillance in these two ghost stories like in "Ghost Neighbors". No one appeared in person at the ghost story shooting scene. The whole process was tracked and filmed by the red-eyed crow in the ghost story.
This is a project arranged personally by the CEO of Xincun TV City. Everyone is scrambling to get a piece of the pie, but they are also afraid that interfering too much will cause counterproductive effects and they will end up being the one to take the blame.
These staff members only need to ensure the normal broadcast of the program, and the abnormal data fluctuations just now obviously caught their attention.
“Ring, ring, ring—”
A rapid and sharp ringing sound.
The phone in the Red Eye monitoring room rang.
The phone was on the wall next to the door. Jiang Ji picked it up, but before he could say anything, the person on the other end asked, "What are you doing?"
The voice was cold and unfamiliar.
It doesn't sound like the two red-clad supervisors. The weirdo on the other end of the phone should be her direct supervisor, the liaison person for "Ghost Story Contest", at least at the level of a red-clad staff member.
"I'm working." Jiang Ji answered obediently.
Perhaps the cute "da" word stimulated the person on the other end, and the sound in the receiver suddenly rose in pitch, crackling like a machine gun.
"Who told you to do this? You're placing ads without permission! If something goes wrong, can you take responsibility? I'm going to punish you severely!"
[Red Eye Building] Article 1 of the work manual.
[…Equipped with a telephone, you can only receive calls, not make outgoing calls. If the phone rings during working hours, you can agree to the request made by the other party. After leaving the workroom, please do not agree to any work requests.]
You can agree to it, but I don’t say you must agree to it.
Jiang Ji listened to the furious accusations from the other side with an extremely calm mood, without any emotion fluctuations, and it went in one ear and out the other.
This boss whom I have never met is not very emotionally stable.
After the other party finished speaking, Jiang Ji said softly, "I didn't find my work arrangement, so I maintained the live broadcast room according to my own ideas... Leader, is there anything I did wrong?
Shouldn’t we let the stock sell out?”
"What nonsense are you talking about!" The other party denied it flatly.
It is taboo in the workplace to never give anyone a chance to talk or use any evidence against you.
According to the rules of the TV city, Jiang Ji's behavior just now did not interfere with the normal progress of the live broadcast. The strange eyes on the other side of the phone stared at the data of "Ghost Story Contest" and even--
Just now.
The interaction value of the live broadcast room increased from 27% to 34%.
All data quickly surged after a slight decline, and the rewards in the past few minutes were more than the total of the entire three-day run of "Peach Blossom Spring". Most of the rewards were won by human audiences.
Although humans are deliciously fragile, using these apps and voting on the charts is several levels higher than being weird.
The ghost money is also their reward.
All countries have stored a lot of ghost money that is effective against strange things.
Human viewers cannot buy the lobotomy spray in the link, so they can only create an atmosphere of false prosperity in the comments. Investigation agencies in various countries have also discovered that the channel for humans to reward the live broadcast room has suddenly been opened.
The expert analysis team formed by various countries believed that this was some kind of explicit signal from "Xinchon TV City" to let them use ghost money as a reward in exchange for the chance for their country's psychics to escape, without any doubt.
Although the Chinese government was fully aware of the reasons behind this, it also arranged to follow other countries in giving a lot of rewards.
The ghost money was spent like running water.
The feedback from the live broadcast room was very positive.
Even the boss on the other end of the phone could hardly find fault with her even with his eyes wide open.
Previously, the reality show "Ghost Neighbors" was criticized by angry viewers for its diarrhea-like insertion of advertisements, which always jumped to the advertisement interface when the audience's expectations were at their highest point.
This time, the head of the TV city personally chose to build the reputation of "Ghost Story Contest" and attached great importance to it. No one dared to put any advertisements on it. They just put up the link of the sponsor daddy and the weird audiences bought it voluntarily.
Why is it that the effects of the last advertisement in the reality show are so different from the effects this time?
This time, the head of the publicity team of Lobe Development Company also called the program director to express his satisfaction with this cooperation.
Except for one thing.
The snow and wind were so strong that the bear could not speak clearly.
There are no subtitles in the live broadcast room.
Now everyone in the barrage calls them Laoye Development Company.
The clear data was laid out in front of him, and Jiang Ji spoke softly but flawlessly, leaving no room for him to make trouble.
The boss could only praise him in a sinister way: "Good job. I will record your performance during this period and use it as an assessment for your next promotion."
Jiang Ji was touched and happy: "It's all thanks to the good teachings of the leaders. It's my honor to be able to do my bit for the company."
The boss sneered and hung up the phone.
Jiang Ji didn't know that after his boss hung up the phone, he soon received a call from his boss, asking about some feedback on the program.
"Sister Han, it's like this..." The boss chose her words carefully and reported the key points of the recent (just) increase in the live broadcast room.
A hoarse female voice said, "Well done."
This concise praise made the boss ecstatic, and all his worries were thrown out of his mind. He tactfully hinted that it was mainly his own credit. Anyway, what he said was true, and the data could not be false.
As for the minor incident caused by the black-clad employee, there is no need to report it. Sister Han is usually very busy, so it is better not to disturb her unless it is important. The leader only needs to know the satisfactory result.
This rule is not written explicitly.
He figured it out on his own.
On a snowy night, most of these people with special abilities fled from their huts, although no one knew where they could go in the vast snow.
But it's better than staying in the hut and waiting to die.
The size of the cassock and its cunning imitation of humans frightened many people with special abilities. They ran desperately regardless of their physical condition, sweating profusely and staggering. When the wind blew, they found that their bodies were soaked.
Many people died of the cold that night.
There were still a few huts where there were people with special abilities who did not escape immediately. They initially suspected that those people were plotting to rob the huts, and it took them a long time to go out and check the situation.
By this time, Jiashaxuan had regained consciousness.
It was so big that the self-defense spray quickly became ineffective.
When Jiashaxuan came to his senses, he was extremely furious. He roared and tore the remaining people into pieces as if to vent his anger. Each piece was only the size of a fingernail.
In the hut in the east, the wounds on Ajin and the others' hands hurt all night long, and the burning pain was more obvious and intense at night.
No one slept well, and was always on guard to see if Jiashaxuan would appear. Although Ajin had died 29 times, he was not very confident this time. Who knew if Jiashaxuan would be lured here by other people.
Escape game, there are too many uncertainties.