Chapter 80 Private Message Falling in love with her is as easy as breathing!
Despite their best efforts, they still couldn't make it to the school gate. Fortunately, Yang Guisi's lease hadn't expired yet, and Chen Moxin and the two troublemakers were in police custody, so they bravely decided to stay there for another night.
Only after the two girls had washed, dressed and gone to bed did Yang Guisi have time to review the data from the live broadcast.
"Happy." Yang Guisi gasped. "You'll never imagine how much we'll earn from tonight's live broadcast."
"Is it more than what you usually earn from live streaming?" Chang Xile was so sleepy that his eyes were a little strained, but he still forced himself to stay awake and respond to Yang Guisi.
Yang Guisi made the numbers "2" and "8" with his left and right hands respectively. Chang Xile rubbed his eyes and asked, "Two thousand eight?"
After thinking about it, she felt that this number was not worth shocking Yang Guisi so much, so she changed the subject and asked, "Twenty-eight thousand?"
Yang Guisi shook her head, took a deep breath, and said, "Two hundred and eighty thousand!"
"What?!" Chang Xile stopped dozing off and her eyelids stopped fighting. She sat up straight and moved closer to Yang Guisi. The two of them started looking at their phone screens together.
Yang Guisi pointed to the user named "Shuixiang" who topped the reward leaderboard and said, "He alone gave away 500,000."
Chang Hele took a deep breath and asked, "Is this your old fan?"
Yang Guisi shook her head and said, "I've never seen this ID before." She clicked to view the user account, but apart from the nickname "Shuixiang", the account had no works, no avatars, no personal signatures, and even the number of likes and collections showed zero. It was a very standard "three-no" account.
"While our livestream content is quite eye-catching, it's not... that attractive to consumers." Chang Xile frowned, his initial reaction to the seemingly unexpected windfall of hundreds of thousands of dollars being a bit hesitant. Unlike some livestreams that require certain performance thresholds before proceeding to the next event, they didn't show their faces, relying on appearances. Logically, they wouldn't be able to attract such a high number of votes from viewers.
However, the Internet is so vast that there are all kinds of things. Maybe some people really like to spend money.
When the two of them were initially planning the event, they had already discussed the "My Cat is a Little Weird" format. Yang Guisi had more experience with this. After comparing the two, she concluded that, given the unique style of her account and without advertising support, live streaming would generate revenue faster than short video production. This was the initial motivation for launching the event.
However, since this was Yang Guisi's first livestream, he misjudged the two's ability to control the situation, which led to a period of silence during the livestream. However, he unexpectedly managed to pull off this commission well, unexpectedly hitting several hot topics and reaping profits far exceeding his previous success.
"Success once doesn't mean it can be repeated every time." Yang Guisi was still upset about the accidental drop of her mask during the live broadcast, but after thinking for a moment, she waved her hand and said, "But the profit this time is enough for us to rest for a long time. Let's talk about it later. Give me some time to think about it."
After saying that, Yang Guisi stared at Chang Xile seriously and said, "After 48 hours, when the profits are available for withdrawal, I will transfer your share to you. We'll split it 20/80."
Chang Xile didn't react for a moment. She was watching the video clips of tonight's live broadcast, and this one was a personal clip about "Blue Eyes".
The video begins with a close-up view of a dimly lit hallway, the frame flickering like a dilapidated surveillance camera. A faint violin melody is interspersed with an elderly man's cough. After a flurry of footsteps, a woman says in panic, "I suspect there's someone else home!" The violin melody intensifies, then suddenly stops, and a gentle yet resolute female voice announces, "Stand behind me."
The next second, a woman wearing a golden mask turned back to look at the screen. She looked down at the camera, but without appearing to be condescending. The mask obscured most of her face, making it difficult to discern her expression or even her features. But from her round, bright eyes, like those of a cat, one could clearly sense her compassion.
Amidst the sound of drums, the video flashed with the scene of "Blue Eyes" climbing over the window and throwing talismans.
"There's no other man at all." The woman stared at the screen, her eyes bright, as if she wanted to penetrate the shackles and see into the person's heart. She curved her lips and smiled, saying, "Listen."
Then the video came to an abrupt end, and a line of small golden words appeared on the black screen:
[The Non-Existent Second Person
Director: Oniji
Starring: Lan Tong, Jiang Yue, Bu Bu
Guest appearance: Oni
Producer: He Ye]
The number of comments and likes is refreshing every second. Some of them are from the audience of the live broadcast that night who heard the entry, and some of them are pushed by big data.
"Your productivity is incredible! You managed to edit a video so quickly."
"A new movie? This trailer is quite interesting. When will it be released?"
The informed audience members below have already started chatting with laughter:
"It's already aired tonight, if you're curious, please watch the rerun (bushi)"
"Well, I must say, the quality of the original film is mixed. The climax is very exciting, but there are also quite a few boring parts."
"You can't miss the chance to pee for too long. One audience member missed it because he washed two extra pairs of socks (laughing)"
The rest of the discussion was mostly focused on "Blue Eyes" herself. Some wondered if her talisman-throwing technique came from Taoism, while others were captivated by the contrast between her coldness and gentleness.
As the saying goes, once you become famous, there will always be great scholars to debate for you. Although the original live broadcast may have some flaws, the kind and lovely audience will naturally choose the "edible" parts!
Chang Xile watched the video over and over again, thinking that she was almost falling in love with herself, so she laughed happily. After a while, she remembered that Yang Guisi was still talking to her, so she said cheerfully, "Okay, I'll be your friend."
"No!" Yang Guisi sighed heavily and shook Chang Xile's shoulders to try to bring her back to her senses. She emphasized, "I'm second and you're eighth!"
Chang Xile looked at her strangely, touched Yang Guisi's forehead, and muttered, "You don't even have a fever, why are you saying such things?"
Yang Guisi explained his thoughts to her with his fingers: "You are the main person on camera today, you are the one who made the live slicing video go viral, and you are the one who solved the problem. I didn't contribute much, I just provided an account platform, so I don't deserve so much."
"If that's what you're saying, I really need to have a serious conversation with you." Chang Xile's smile gradually faded, revealing a hint of anger. "This account belongs to you, Guisi. All the contributors are from you. During the slow periods of the live broadcast, the views were boosted by your die-hard fans. Even the video clips were made by your veteran fans. They love you and everything in it. They like me because of you. Without you, none of this would be possible today."
Chang Xile sat up straight. She grabbed Yang Guisi's cheek, looked down at her, and said coldly, "The profits will be split fifty-fifty. If you say something so awkward again in the future, don't ever work with me again. I can't stand it."
Yang Guisi rarely saw Chang Xile look so serious and angry. Chang Xile usually smiled even when she was talking to people. Her large, watery eyes made her seem approachable, and the corners of her lips would rise slightly even when she wasn't smiling. But at this moment, her expression was much colder, very much like... very much like someone Yang Guisi knew.
Yang Guisi was momentarily distracted, perhaps because he was frightened by the words "Don't look for me again." He didn't insist any longer, and after a pause, he said, "I...I understand."
Now that the deal was settled, Chang Xile seemed like a different person. He pointed to the next video with squinted eyes and showed it to Yang Guisi: "This abridged plot summary edited by this person has a horror movie vibe! It gave me goosebumps. I wasn't this scared even when I was there..."
Yang Guisi's gaze remained fixed on Chang Xile's face. She shook her head and muttered to herself, "Not many viewers like you now because they don't understand you."
"Huh? What did you say?" Chang Xile was so engrossed in watching the video that he didn't hear clearly, so he turned to ask Yang Guisi.
"It's okay." Yang Guisi smiled and shook his head.
She changed the subject and pulled out her phone to check the videos attached to the trending entries tonight. Then she silently finished the sentence in her mind:
[If you know me well enough, you will know how much you are worth liking.]
As for her, Gui Si, she just relies on knowing more than ordinary people to take advantage of the information gap.
It was almost midnight after all this tossing and turning. Chang Xile slept too much yesterday, and the videos edited by netizens were so exciting that she became more and more energetic as she watched them. Sliding her fingers down to scroll through the videos had almost become muscle memory.
By two in the morning, her eyes finally tired and with no more videos to scroll through, she pressed the back button and returned to the homepage. Chang Xile's gaze dropped to a deafening glimpse of countless red dots dotting the message column. Clicking on it, she was greeted by a flood of "xxx follows Lan Tong" notifications, followed by a barrage of private messages. Due to private messaging restrictions, those not already connected could only send one sentence before the author replied, so Chang Xile could generally grasp the message content from a glance at the outer circle.
Chang Xile didn't rush to reply. As an inexperienced creator, she wasn't sure whether it was necessary to maintain distance from the audience and enhance the sense of mystery. After a while, she turned to Yang Guisi, who was lying quietly in bed, checking her phone, and asked, "Do you usually reply to private messages from fans?"
Yang Guisi was already very sleepy. Her brain worked slowly for a while before she said, "Well... it depends on the situation. Some people just flirt with me, so there's no need to reply. Some people really need help, but can't get a chance to connect with the live broadcast, so I'll occasionally give them some guidance."
Chang Xile nodded thoughtfully. Yang Guisi, upon hearing her words, returned to her message board and began to check. Her list was suddenly filled with private messages from strangers, making Chang Xile's eyes hurt. Yang Guisi, however, skimmed through the messages, judging which ones warranted a response.
After a while, she raised her eyebrows and saw an ID that said "This account has been cancelled". The message showed that the other party had sent a picture, so she couldn't see the specific content.
Chang Xile patted Yang Guisi's shoulder, wanting to signal her to look at her cell phone.
But she soon discovered that Yang Guisi's body was tense, as if he had just seen some frightening news.
"What's wrong? Are you still scared when you watch your own video?" Chang Xile was always teased by people around him for being timid. It was rare for Yang Guisi to fall into the trap, so Chang Xile couldn't help but tease her.
But as she approached Yang Guisi, she paused, because the message board only had one picture posted, a screenshot of Yang Guisi at the moment the mask fell off. In fact, the screenshot was quite blurry, and if you weren't as familiar with the person as Chang Xile, you wouldn't be able to recognize who the protagonist was.
However, there were several lines of letters drawn in red on the photo - [YGS?]
Yang Guisi trembled slightly and said, "It's the abbreviation of my name."
Chang Xile nodded. She clenched her phone slightly, trying to comfort Yang Guisi: "Maybe it's just someone you have an intersection with in life. He put a question mark, which means he is not sure about his guess. Don't pay attention to him."
Yang Guisi nodded, but her body was still shaking. She still didn't want to tell Chang Xile where this huge fear came from, and even ignored Chang Xile's words just now. She threw her phone on the bedside table far away from her, then covered herself with the quilt, said "sleep", and said nothing more.
Chang Xile looked back at his phone screen thoughtfully. The message on it wasn't particularly special, but the sender's ID was somewhat intriguing.
Water Lane: [Long time no see]
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