"Were stat designers really this good now?"
"Nothing special. President Chen gave us a solid foundation. Mr. Hou, I noticed the Spirit Brains behind you keep flashing, and they're buzzing loudly too. I don't know much about Spirit Brains. Is that normal?"
Old Hou immediately turned around and saw the bank of Spirit Brains behind him flashing all at once.
"Hiss..."
He hurriedly sat down and began checking logs, clearing data, and reopening registration.
When he looked up ten minutes later, nothing in front of him had changed. Cold sweat instantly poured down his face.
Beside him, Zhong Zheng took a call and exchanged a few quiet words with Luo Tong. Then Luo Tong came over and asked, "Mr. Hou, our streamers say their streams keep stuttering, and everyone's messages take over ten seconds to appear. Any idea what's going on?"
Without looking up, Old Hou stared at the logs in front of him and said, "It's because of you! Where did you find all these viewers? The peak is almost a million! How much did you spend buying traffic?"
"It's organic traffic, redirected from Morning Light's Backyard."
Old Hou glanced back at Luo Tong in displeasure. The boy looked honest and straightforward, like a high school graduate who hadn't been corrupted yet, but every word out of his mouth was a tall tale.
Organic traffic? Who do you think you're fooling?
No, even a ghost wouldn't fall for that.
Shaking his head helplessly and lamenting the state of young people these days, Old Hou quickly activated the backup Server. Most of the buzzing in his ears instantly vanished.
He let out a long breath, pulled out a tissue, and wiped the sweat from his forehead. After confirming everything was fine, he asked, "Then what do you want all this