What Do You Call Traffic?

"Haha~~ Hello everyone, this is your streamer, Burrlett Wall. I didn't sleep well last night, so I won't be doing any practice today. Instead, let's explore some defensive plugins."

At 6 PM, as the clips from last night were replaced by a real live stream, a massive influx of viewers flooded into the Live Broadcast Room, many of whom had been waiting for a long time, some even having stayed up all night.

What they saw on the screen was Mr. Burrlett, who had dark circles under his eyes and looked slightly tired.

[You don't look well, host!]

Did I Ghost Encounter last night?

[I saw that white hand... Holy crap!]

[Hands! Hands! It's here again! Streamer, it's on the stool behind you!]

"Everyone says that young people shouldn't believe in such Feudal Superstition, but should Believe in Science. There are no ghosts in this world!" Feng Xue suddenly turned her head, and as her body and the camera's gaze overlapped for a moment, the Gu Poison Body immediately retracted the ghost hand.

"See, I told you there wasn't! I recorded the whole thing twice today, look, there's nothing in either recording! Seriously, is it fun to tease the streamer?"

Feng Xue gave a look that said, "You guys have fooled me again," and helplessly shrugged. Then came a barrage of replies like "I'm not lying to you" and "There really is a ghost."

However, Feng Xue knew that doing this kind of thing too often would lead to aesthetic fatigue, so she didn't continue to release the ghost hand. Instead, she pushed open the door, turned on the hand terminal, but instead of connecting it to the glasses, she projected it directly in front of her. While reading gossip to the audience and posting her own comments, she walked towards the nearby plug-in specialty store.

"Oh, come to think of it, the way they're jumping on the bandwagon these days is really outrageous. Are there just this many bizarre live streams and celebrities today?"

Feng Xue pointed to a bunch of screaming photos and screen recordings on the screen, and helplessly made up some nonsense to the audience. But just then, a VIP seven-colored bullet screen suddenly appeared on the screen as a super high-level layer:

[Isn't this just a pre-sale promotion? I bet it won't be long before we see ghost-hunting companies and plugins popping up everywhere. This is such an old trick, how can anyone still be fooled into believing it...]

The colorful barrage of comments cycled seven times under the VIP's authority before gradually fading. For someone who could afford VIP comments, ordinary players naturally dared not retaliate. However, soon, more VIP colorful comments appeared.

[Who's the fool? Fine, you can record and screenshot it, but I printed out the photos from yesterday, and the ghost hand still appears and disappears. Is that even possible with technology?]

[Idiot, that's hacking, you know? It interferes with your optic nerve signals. That thing doesn't even exist; it just interferes with your optic nerve to tell you it's there!]

[You're an idiot. You don't understand hacking and you're just spouting nonsense. What kind of hacker could interfere with a brain-computer interface chip that's physically disconnected from the internet?]

The two accounts using colorful bullet comments started arguing in the Live Broadcast Room, and for a long time no one dared to interrupt. They even started arguing with each other using paid super gift bullet comments.

This, in turn, brought a surge of traffic to Burrlett's Live Broadcast Room.

Feng Xue simply looked embarrassed and continued walking towards the nearby plugin shop. However, what he said was no longer important at this point, because all the viewers' attention was focused on the two colorful bullet screens competing for wealth.

Feng Xue saw this and was delighted. As for these earnings, she would naturally return them all to the Mobik Gang later.

Yes, both accounts are managed by the Mobik Gang.

However, as time went on, it wasn't just the two accounts from the Mobik Gang that started engaging in a barrage of comments.

There are no moderators or anything like that in the Live Broadcast Room here. As long as you can make money for the company, nobody cares what you do on stream. Whether or not you use shills is your own business. If you can make money, the company will protect you. But if a big spender gets tricked by your shills, invests money, and then finds out they've been scammed, then whether the company will protect them or not will depend on their discretion.

However, given the current popularity and traffic generated by Feng Xue, as long as she doesn't provoke any big players like the Dore Media behind this Live Broadcast Platform, she should be fine.

The "bullet manipulators" of the Mobik Gang (those who manipulate the bullet screen are called bullet manipulators, no problem) clearly understand the principle of moderation. After a peak of popularity, they gradually began to actively reduce the frequency of their replies, showing the image of a petty bourgeois who is gradually regaining their rationality but does not want to lose face.

Feng Xue also began to shift her live streams back to the so-called "defense plugin" store visits.

However, during this period, the previously unknown [Blackthorn Ghost Catching Agency] suddenly received a massive number of clicks.

This is certainly not just because of the ghostly hand he showed in his live stream; more importantly, it's thanks to the Gu Poison Body he released last night.

As for the surge only now, it's probably just because the comments from the Mobik Gang woke these people up.

Of course, Feng Xue, now identified as Burrlett, couldn't access the backend of Dunn Simone's company website. He simply swung his fist at the defensive fields generated by various defense plugins and commented on their feel.

However, just as the audience was turning their attention back to Feng Xue after discussing the ghosts, someone suddenly noticed a pale hand moving furtively in the corner of the shop, as if... it was secretly following someone!

[Hey streamer! That hand's at us again!]

Turn around quickly, or it will run away again!

Why don't you turn around?

[Holy crap, this ghost hand can even dance!]

The Gu Poison Body controlled the ghost hand to perform a cat-and-mouse finger dance, while Feng Xue remained stubbornly defiant, saying "I won't listen, I won't listen, I won't listen, there are no ghosts in this world," until a big shot gave him a large gift, at which point he reluctantly turned around.

Then, his eyes suddenly widened—

"Holy crap! How can there be something like this?! Holy crap holy crap holy crap!!!!"

At this moment, Feng Xue looked terrified, as if she had seen a raging flood, but the viewers in the Live Broadcast Room sighed and groaned, because they knew that the streamer was acting.

Because they saw with their own eyes that the hand hid the moment the streamer turned his head.

[It's a shame this streamer's acting skills aren't in horror movies!]

[The streamer doesn't need to give us face; the ghost ran away long ago!]

Honestly, I told you to turn back a long time ago, and now you've run away!

[I really don't believe I'll give a reward the next time Ghost Hand appears...]

"Boss, the number of customers at [Blackthorn Ghost Catching Agency] is too high, and our rented virtual server can't keep up!"

The leader of the Mobik Gang, who was watching the Live Broadcast Room, was slightly taken aback when he heard his underling's words, and then immediately said:

"Then contact them immediately to increase capacity. Do I need to teach you something like this?"

"But if we go any further, it'll be a medium-sized enterprise, costing over a million a month to operate!" the younger brother said with a long face. If he had that kind of financial authority, he would have started one already!

"Swiping your credit card to buy a trial version, do I have to teach you that? Even if the deal falls through, selling a website with this kind of traffic would be enough to cover your expenses, you idiot!"

Although he was cursing, the leader still tossed his card to his underling. Only after the underling left did he turn back to look at "Burrlett" on the screen and mutter:

"Today's news doesn't seem like just following the crowd... Could there be some inside information? Is it a haunted electronic virus? Or a weapons test by some arms company? Could the Dor Group be involved...? Tsk, I can't think about it, I only sold a few identities, I don't know anything else, I know nothing..."