Tonight, just as Xiao He was achieving fame and success, Zhou Junhao on the other side also began his own adventure.
An apartment building in a certain city.
"Thank you, Aunt SS, for the rocket. Let me sing you another song."
Zhou Junhao cleared his throat and sang a song that was neither bad nor good, which successfully scared the "SS Auntie" out of the live broadcast room.
Once the countdown in the upper left corner ended, Zhou Junhao quickly turned off the live stream and let out a long sigh of relief.
"Click".
As if the timing had been calculated in advance, someone opened the door and came in just as Zhou Junhao took off his motion capture equipment.
"It's time, it's my turn."
A girl wearing glasses walked in and began skillfully putting on her motion capture equipment.
Following him in was Brother Nan, who had brought Zhou Junhao in earlier.
Nan Ge came in and glanced at Zhou Junhao's live stream results. His face was expressionless. He then looked up at Zhou Junhao, frowned, and asked, "Your results are not good. Have you thought about what I told you last time? In principle, our company does not allow switching fields, but your live stream performance is too poor. I only managed to get this precious opportunity for you with great difficulty. If you don't go, I can give this opportunity to someone else."
With a fawning yet embarrassed smile, Zhou Junhao stammered, "Brother, the main problem is that I really can't dance. Even if I show my face on the live stream, it won't make any difference, right..."
"Then learn it. Our company isn't a charity, you can't just come here and play around. Let me warn you, if your livestream earnings aren't good, you won't be able to pay your company loan this month."
The design fee for ❀ Nоvеlігht ❀ (Don’t copy, read here) the virtual anchor's suit was 50,000 yuan, and the deposit for the motion capture equipment and live streaming equipment totaled 40,000 yuan... Despite the nice-sounding terms, Zhou Junhao was asked for 100,000 yuan in installments when he joined the company.
However, because he was a "poor graduate," the company opened a loan service for him. Now he needs to earn his living expenses in the live streaming room while also repaying the company's loan. Otherwise, the interest will compound and he will become increasingly unable to repay it.
Of course, if these contracts were for newcomers, they might only realize the truth later on. But Zhou Junhao was already a seasoned veteran. He had studied the contracts thoroughly and even prepared a list of traps to expose later.
But on the surface, Zhou Junhao nodded and said, "Okay, brother, I'll think about it some more."
After repeatedly assuring Nan Ge that he would give an answer tomorrow, Zhou Junhao left the room.
This is a cheap apartment building, the interior of which has long been converted into a series of small rooms, like a nesting doll. Each unit has five or six small spaces, provided for the company's live streamers to broadcast.
These entrances were separated from the other apartment corridors and converted into their internal passageways. The original fire hydrants were removed, and even the corners and sides of the corridors were divided into different display areas to show today's check-in status, streamer earnings rankings, and even a huge electronic screen that scrolled in real time the earnings growth, live stream rewards and gifts, and the streamer's live stream duration.
What horrified Zhou Junhao was that the last few live stream rooms were showing a duration of 74:54:09.
—In other words, this person has been livestreaming for three days!
Three days! Three days! Three days without a break in between!
Aside from taking care of his physiological needs, this guy is practically welded to the live stream room!
Is my body really able to take it?
Zhou Junhao was speechless.
Just then, someone rushed over.
"Brother Nan, the streamer in room 121 has lost control of his emotions again!"
Nan Ge cursed behind Zhou Junhao: "Damn it, I told you not to bring in someone with a mental illness. She's always crying and whining, it's so annoying! Couldn't she have taken more medication before going live and put up with it a little? What a pretentious bitch."
Then Brother Nan left with the others.
Zhou Junhao's gaze followed room number 121 onto the screen, and he discovered that the streamer in that room had been broadcasting continuously for 20 hours.
Although it's not as long as the three-day one, it's still 20 hours!
Zhou Junhao only realized how tiring live streaming is after he recently became a streamer!
He's already exhausted from just doing six hours of live streaming each day these past few days, let alone 20 hours straight!
These guys really don't treat streamers like human beings!
Let alone someone who was already depressed, with this kind of work environment and work pressure, it's normal for them to become depressed directly!
Zhou Junhao looked around and found that there was no one around. The surveillance cameras above him deliberately avoided the big screen. So Zhou Junhao went around to this blind spot of the surveillance cameras and slightly raised the thing in his hand to take a picture.
"That guy—"
A voice suddenly came from inside, startling Zhou Junhao so much that he stood up straight.
What are you still doing standing here?
The guy who walked over was wearing a security guard uniform, but based on Zhou Junhao's observation, this guy should be one of the thugs in their industry.
"No, it's nothing."
Zhou Junhao casually lowered his hand.
The security guard looked Zhou Junhao up and down, his gaze landing on the pen hanging in Zhou Junhao's breast pocket, and he narrowed his eyes slightly.
"You—"
"Hey, security guard over there, come here for a second, Brother Nan is calling you."
Just then, someone walked over from the other side and gave a reminder.
"It looks like the streamer over there has fainted. Aren't you going to go check on her?"
The security guard looked away and turned to look at the person who had entered.
The person was wearing a mask and a hat, with only a small scar visible at the corner of their eye.
"knew."
The security guard turned around and walked in the direction of Brother Nan and his group.
The man silently brushed past Zhou Junhao's shoulder and continued walking forward.
After taking only a few steps, he stopped again: "Aren't you coming?"
Zhou Junhao snapped out of his daze and immediately followed up, "I understand."
The two walked out of the apartment building in silence.
Only after completely leaving that oppressive environment did Zhou Junhao whisper, "Thank you."
The masked man glanced at him, then asked cryptically, "A reporter?"
Zhou Junhao's pupils dilated in shock: !!
How did this person know?
Almost reflexively, Zhou Junhao instinctively jumped back a step, then looked around to prevent anyone from attacking him from behind like last time.
“Don’t worry, I just observed it,” the man said. “Your acting is a bit bad, but it’s enough to fool those guys.”
Our proud infiltration plan was actually rated as "rotten" by this guy?!
Zhou Junhao felt challenged. He looked the man up and down and then realized that the man was the same guy he had met in the corridor when he first came to the company!
He still vividly remembers the scar on the other person's face.
For a moment, Zhou Junhao couldn't tell whether he was good or bad, so he could only remain neutral and say, "I'm sorry, you're terrible at judging people."
The man chuckled softly, a rare moment of agreement on his part: "I did indeed suffer a great loss because I misjudged people. But later... I always had to make up for this fatal flaw."
He removed his mask, revealing a bearded, somewhat weathered face, and said to Zhou Junhao, "I have some evidence that I think you'll be interested in. If you dare to come with me, then come on."
He then took the lead and walked ahead.
Under the bright streetlights, Zhou Junhao was able to see the other person's face clearly.
The face looked so familiar, but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't remember where he had seen this person before.
