The taxi stopped at the entrance of the park. Chen Ge called Xu Wan, and the two worked together to move the cardboard box into the haunted house.

"Boss, what's in it? It's so heavy."

"A simulated human head." Chen Ge didn't explain much: "Don't open it and take a peek. You might get scared."

"Oh, I see."

After putting the cardboard boxes away, Chen Ge asked Xu Wan to go to the dressing room to touch up her makeup, while he went out of the haunted house to sell tickets.

"The Muyang Middle School scene will be opened tomorrow, and the manpower problem must be solved. If we really can't recruit anyone, we can ask Director Luo to borrow an employee of the park to sell tickets at the gate."

After pulling open the guardrail, before Chen Ge walked out, a man in his early thirties came up to him: "Mr. Chen? I finally found you."

Chen Ge was rarely addressed like this. He glanced at the other person. The man in front of him was wearing a casual suit, carrying a black box, had neat short hair, a big smile on his face, and very white teeth.

"You looking for me?"

"I have never missed any of your live broadcasts. They are really wonderful." The man came up and started to compliment him. Chen Ge knew the quality of the live broadcasts. Although the content was novel, it was limited by the filming equipment, so the overall live broadcast experience was not very good.

"Thank you for the compliment." Chen Ge didn't understand the other party's intention: "Are you my water friend?"

"I'm your die-hard fan. I've been following you since you posted your first short video and it was on the hot list at midnight. Later, Qin Guang plagiarized your live broadcast content. When he started broadcasting, I was the one who uploaded your video to Tieba and told everyone that Qin Guang was actually plagiarizing." The man said that he was a die-hard fan of Chen Ge, but he acted very calmly. The smile on his face was just a professional smile, and it was hard to tell how excited he was.

"Thank you." Chen Ge didn't completely believe what he said, but he felt that this guy was pretty good. At least he could tell right from wrong. "We are all fans. Since you come to visit me, I will give you a 50% discount."

"I won't delay your business. Let the friends behind you go in first." He let the tourists behind him enter the horror house first, and then found Chen Ge when there was some free time. "I heard that the people from Qin Guang's studio came to trouble you last time, but you beat them up?"

"These are all rumors. The people in Qin Guang Studio have no bottom line at all. They deliberately sent two mentally ill people to run into my haunted house and pretend to faint. After they framed me, they disguised themselves as victims. They are so shameless!" Chen Ge said "gritting his teeth".

The man next to him looked a little strange after hearing this, but he forced a smile and said, "I also think they framed you. It was just a haunted house visit. How could you be scared to the point of being hospitalized and in a trance for several days? These people can't even come up with an excuse."

"Frightened to the point of hospitalization?"

"Yes, they also threatened to retaliate against you and planned to block all your recommendation channels, but they were later stopped by another studio." The man looked at Chen Ge with a smile, like a fox wagging its tail: "After all, the platform belongs to everyone, not just Qin Guang."

At this point, Chen Ge understood everything. The man in front of him should be a representative from another studio. It seemed that they had a grudge against Qin Guang's studio, otherwise they would not have gone to Tieba to report him for plagiarism when all platform resources were tilted towards Qin Guang.

The traffic and channels of a platform are limited. If Qin Guang becomes bigger, it will take away the popularity that originally belonged to them. For live broadcasts and short videos, the loss of users is equivalent to chronic suicide.

"Are you here to discuss cooperation with me? What should I call you?" Chen Ge looked at the black box in the man's hand, imagining that it was filled with money.

"Actually, I'm also a host on the platform. You can just call me Liu Dao."

"Liu Dao?" Chen Ge nodded: "Then how do you plan to cooperate?"

"Live broadcasts related to ghost hunting have been very popular recently, and of course we want to get a piece of the pie, but unfortunately our studio can't find a suitable candidate. Even if we force someone to broadcast, his popularity will definitely not be able to compete with Qin Guang. To be honest, although Qin Guang's character is not very good, his live broadcast style is very interesting, and he is also a very charming person."

"So you found me? I don't think that my charm as a grassroots person can be greater than Qin Guangda's."

"You're wrong. I've watched your livestream. You may not even realize it yourself, but your livestream is completely different from others." Liu Dao put away his smile and thought seriously for a while. "Other people's livestreams are obviously fake, including Qin Guang's. They say they're ghost-hunting livestreams, but in essence they're just listening to the host tell stories in a different place. But your livestream is different. The tension you feel throughout the whole process is like you're really facing a life-and-death crisis. It makes people worry and fear with you. Just for this reason, I have to say I admire you."

Because those were actually true! Chen Ge felt that even if he told the truth, Liu Dao would not believe it: "Maybe my acting is better."

"You are too modest. I have never seen that kind of feeling of dancing between life and death in many professional actors." Liu Dao seemed to admire Chen Ge very much: "I think only your live broadcast can compete with Qin Guang for popularity and traffic. As long as you agree to cooperate with us, we will do our best to obtain promotional resources for you."

"Then what do I need to do?" Chen Ge knew very well that effort and reward were directly proportional.

"We will find some places that look desolate and scary for you, set up the scenery there, and design some scary things in advance. You just need to go to that place for the live broadcast, and then push the advertisements we provide in the live broadcast room." Liu Dao was afraid that Chen Ge would refuse, so he took out a document from the black box: "The horror scene needs to be arranged in advance, and the script must be written. The ghost hunting live broadcast will be conducted about once every ten days. This cycle coincides with Qin Guang's team. You can take a look at the venue we have selected and the script outline."

Chen Ge flipped through a few pages of information. The locations chosen by these people were too conservative. Some were even right next to residential areas. If the camera turned a little too far, it would be exposed.

"Do you think it's inappropriate? Don't worry, we can guarantee the safety. All areas have been inspected beforehand. We will also arrange drones to follow you when you are live streaming."

"How can you possibly win against Qin Guang with this live broadcast?" Chen Ge looked disappointed. He returned the information to Liu Dao and said, "These venues are meaningless. They are too scripted. Why don't I recommend a place for you?"

"Where?"

"Have you heard of the Third Sick Building?" Chen Ge opened his phone and typed in the name to search. Soon, a series of weird, cruel, and perverted messages appeared on the phone screen: "I plan to go there for a live broadcast next time."

Liu Dao also saw the information on Chen Ge's phone. Those horrific pictures came into his eyes. His Adam's apple rolled and he gently wiped the sweat from his forehead: "Are you sure? Isn't this a little too exciting?"