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Chapter 21 Zhao Pengxin's whole job, the bus with the wrong number
Headquarters of the shark fin live streaming platform.

Vice President Luo Siping frowned, watching the replay of Sister Zhou's live broadcast sent by his subordinates until the screen suddenly went dark.

"Hey! What a troubled time!"

Reach out and close the laptop screen.

Turning to look at the assistant at the side, he asked, "That's why you came to me? What's the follow-up situation, have you asked someone?"

The assistant nodded first, then shook his head.

"Yes, Mr. Luo, I'm looking for you for this matter."

"Since the release of Huang Daxian, the content on the platform has become popular, and I am worried that something will happen."

"I've been watching this matter."

"But Miss Dai and Sister Zhou have not been able to get in touch, so I came here to ask, I don't know what President Luo means"

Since entering the Internet age, the emerging media industry has risen rapidly.

Many companies that operate short video and live broadcast content.

They all grew stronger through this shareholder wind.

At the same time, the state's supervision in this area has also been strengthened.

The Internet is not a lawless place.

The consequences of spreading negative content online can be quite serious.

Huang Daxian and so on are somewhat incompatible with today's mainstream concepts, and it is precisely for this reason that the assistant came here to report.

Of course, this is also related to the somewhat famous names of Miss Dai and Sister Zhou.

Replace them with those little famous anchors.

Maybe the live broadcast room has been blocked long ago, so there is no need for such trouble.

After listening to the explanation given by the assistant.

Luo Siping pondered for a while, and replied: "Let's put the matter aside for now! Wait for the official to give an explanation."

Luo Siping knew about Huang Daxian three days ago.

We have also been monitoring developments.

It's just that the situation this time seems a little different from the past.

The assistant was right about one thing, the popularity of this matter was indeed quite high.

But what is more strange is that the official has never stood up and expressed his position.

In this case, there is no need for the platform to go to war.

Responding to all changes with the same change may be the best way to deal with it.

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Hearing what Luo Siping said, the assistant seemed a little hesitant, as if he wanted to say something else.

Luo Siping waved his hand and interrupted the other party.

"Do as I say! Just pay attention, don't move for now."

After a while, the assistant walked out of the office with his head down.

Luo Siping turned on the computer again and browsed the situation of the platform.

Finally, he muttered softly: "Really, if you catch a hot spot, rub it, are you not afraid of accidents?"

Whether it's an anchor or an up host, hype is a must-have skill.

Hotspots mean traffic, and traffic represents wealth.

Therefore, behaviors such as rubbing hot spots are not right or wrong in themselves.

Make money, don't be fooled!
As for how to rub hot spots, this is very particular.

Take this time as an example.

The appearance of Huang Daxian has aroused people's strong interest in this aspect.

For this reason, many anchors and up hosts are doing content in this area.

Those who have no money or resources are nothing more than editing a few horror movies, telling some ghost stories, or doing some outdoor spiritual adventures.

This is not a big investment, and the returns are extremely limited.

However, after all, there are still some people who will live out their lives in different ways.

For example, a guy named Zhao Pengxin.

This time I'm holding back to do something big.

Zhao Pengxin, a second-rate anchor of the outdoor adventure column of Sharkfin Platform.

It's different from some people who are anchors for money.

Zhao Pengxin's family background is quite good. No matter what standard you look at, he can be regarded as a rich second generation.

He entered this line, mainly to pursue a sense of identity.

It is a pity that due to the relatively average image and ability.

After spending some money and barely becoming a second-rate, it was difficult to advance.

Naturally, Zhao Pengxin would not be reconciled to such a result.

He watched both live broadcasts of Huang Can's appearance.

Sensing people's interest in this matter, he immediately had an idea that he thought was a genius, and began to put it into action.

In the evening, an abandoned warehouse.

Zhao Pengxin and his two younger brothers stood at the gate and kept looking outside.

Waited for almost a quarter of an hour.

A bus drove slowly from a distance and finally stopped at the door of the warehouse.

"Damn it! Brother Zhao, is this the prop you mentioned?"

Walking around the bus, a younger boy couldn't help but let out an exclamation.

The reason for this is not without reason.

Buses are not uncommon, but the bus in front of me is different.

I don't know why Zhao Pengxin left.

The bus he found was the kind of bus that was eliminated in Dongzhu City decades ago.

That is, the middle part of the car body has the kind of folds similar to accordion oilcloth.

The age of this thing is older than the three people present.

The younger brother who spoke has never seen such a bus, but this does not affect his judgment on the age of the bus.

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A bus of this style should never appear on the road at all.

It should be in a museum somewhere, not driven out and used as a means of transportation.

Hearing what his younger brother said, Zhao Pengxin couldn't help being a little proud.

"Hehe! It's all about friends, let's go up and have a look!"

He pretended to be humble, but the expression on his face betrayed his mood at the moment.

That's right!

The two buses in front of me are the main props for the next work.

In the past few days, a certain Huang Daxian detonated the Internet.

Even many people have shown great interest in those gods and ghosts, including the so-called supernatural events.

In order to catch this wave of enthusiasm, Zhao Pengxin decided to make up a supernatural story, and then put the made up story on the Internet in the form of live broadcast.

To be honest, the idea is actually pretty good.

But how effective it is depends on how good the story is and how well it works.

In order to do this well.

Zhao Pengxin spent money to find an online writer, made up a ghost story about buses, and then asked someone to get an old-fashioned bus that could drive.

A lot of money was spent from start to finish.

However, the moment he saw the bus in front of him, he felt that everything was worth it.

Don't say anything, let's go up and have a look!

"Ring bell bell!"

At this moment, Zhao Pengxin's cell phone rang suddenly.

Take it out and take a look.

The guy who found the call was a friend who helped him get the bus.

After pressing the answer button, a friend's voice soon came from inside.

"Hello! Pengxin, the bus should have arrived! How about this old-fashioned No. 12 bus, should it still meet your requirements?"

Hearing this question from his friend, Zhao Pengxin nodded repeatedly.

Then he said thank you again.

However, wait until he hangs up the phone.

But he found that the expression on the face of the younger brother beside him seemed a little strange.

"What's the matter, Biaozi, is there something wrong?"

Hearing this, the younger brother nodded and replied:

"Brother Zhao, I seem to have heard your friend say that the bus was No. 12, but"

As he spoke, the younger brother pointed to the front of the bus.

Then he continued: "But isn't this the No. 13 bus?"

He glanced in the direction of his younger brother's finger.

Zhao Pengxin couldn't help being slightly taken aback.

I saw "13" clearly written in red letters above the front of the bus.

Could it be that his friend made a mistake?

Or, did he and his little brother mishear just now?
For some reason, when I saw those two Arabic numerals.

He always felt a little chilly in his heart.

(End of this chapter)