Interaction

On his third day at the North Rehe Research Institute, Zhang Xuezhou received a notification from Zhou Yueyan to start broadcasting.

The notification setting is very simple; once you follow a streamer, the system will automatically send relevant information when they start broadcasting.

Zhang Xuezhou entered the live broadcast room extremely quickly and then cleared the room.

From the outside, Zhou Yueyan's live stream is visible, but if someone tries to force their way in, they will encounter insufficient permissions or encounter a problem where the administrator is investigating a live stream malfunction, requiring them to wait for a certain amount of time.

Clearing out potential entrants from the live stream room made the conversation between Zhang Xuezhou and Zhou Yueyan a one-on-one one.

"Sister Zhou!"

Zhang Xuezhou sent a message, and then switched to microphone mode.

"I'm Little Zhang," Zhang Xuezhou said.

"Little Zhang, can we still talk directly with viewers in this live stream?"

Zhou Yueyan was about to livestream a rabbit that was good at jumping continuously when she heard the sound, and then she adjusted the camera's shooting direction.

This was the first time Zhou Yueyan had heard other people's voices in her own live stream. In previous live streams, she had mostly communicated with viewers through text and had never heard other people's voices before.

She exclaimed in surprise, and then dug up Little Zhang's account.

Seeing the 'administrator' label on the account, Zhou Yueyan opened her mouth.

To be honest, this was the first time Zhou Yueyan had seen the administrator of Feiyu Live Streaming Network.

In her memory, this live streaming website was unmanaged, and no one paid the streamers. Everything was created by their shared passion, forming a rather unique community.

Of course, the live streaming website didn't produce anything particularly noteworthy. Zhou Yueyan admired the owners for their consistent operation over the past ten years, and even for their continuous investment in upgrading the network services.

Zhou Yueyan was quite curious about the software owner.

"Little Zhang, I see your live streaming app is losing money every year, and you don't even have the qualifications to pay taxes. How can you possibly keep going?"

"Little Zhang, did you guys expand the software's storage recently? It feels so much smoother to use now, and you've even allocated several terabytes of video storage space for me!"

"Little Zhang, this kind of upgrade must be quite expensive. Can you afford it?"

"Little Zhang, if you guys can hold on, why didn't you level up before?"

Zhou Yueyan tugged at the microphone and earpiece, then asked a series of questions.

This made Zhang Xuezhou think for a few seconds before he asked in a low voice.

"Sister Zhou, do you remember Zhang Xuezhou? The Zhang Xuezhou you recommended on March 19th that he could contact you to buy blood serum if he needed it!"

"Are you this Little Zhang?"

Zhou Yueyan was taken aback.

She didn't remember the date of her first meeting with Zhang Xuezhou, but she knew Zhang Xuezhou very well.

This young man survived two near-death experiences with the elderly, earning him a small reputation within high-level circles.

Especially since Zhou Xin had praised Zhang Xuezhou's marksmanship, Zhou Yueyan would find it hard to forget that name.

"What, you hold a controlling stake in this software?" Zhou Yueyan asked curiously.

"I just volunteered to be an administrator," Zhang Xuezhou said.

"You can even become an administrator here by volunteering?"

"Since there's no salary, being an administrator must be easy!"

You're right!

Zhang Xuezhou didn't immediately say, "Sister Zhou, look, I've found something great, can you help me study it?" His relationship with Zhou Yueyan was indeed limited, and a high-end laboratory wouldn't just provide a sample and start research.

The two chatted idly for several minutes before Zhang Xuezhou finally got to the point.

"Did you find something fun in North Rehe?"

"Yes, I found a gray liquid on a rock, and it was even wriggling!"

"Really? Are you sure that's not a bug?"

"It has to be real, that's not a bug at all!"

"Why don't you start a live stream so I can see?"

With the video window enabled, Zhang Xuezhou was able to successfully access another perspective.

He brought the viewing device close to a sealed container.

"Take a look," Zhang Xuezhou said.

"It hasn't been touched," Zhou Yueyan said.

"Yes, I killed it, and now it can't move!"

"..."

Zhou Yueyan thought Zhang Xuezhou was just teasing her.

However, after observing Zhang Xuezhou's surroundings and glancing at the laboratory signs, she knew that Zhang Xuezhou had entered the North Rehe Research Center.

The North Rehe region isn't exactly magical, but it's also famous for having a Sinkhole No. 2.

Every year, thousands or even tens of thousands of meteorites strike the world. For a sinkhole to form, it must prove that there was a relatively large impact explosion with significant impact power, or even the formation of a large crater. Not many sinkholes can achieve this.

While various genetic research projects are being conducted, the space program is progressing very slowly. However, most researchers are clearly very interested in space and even hope to retrieve some special minerals or other materials from space that are different from those found anywhere else in the world.

Exploring new things in space not only corresponds to a new discovery, but may even give rise to countless new possibilities.

With the British Alliance State's No. 1 Sinkhole preceding them, and some unusual celestial phenomena being recorded, from which the Genas Lineage also benefited, many Lineage from the Scarlet Alliance State flocked to the area.

More than ten years ago, let alone if Zhang Xuezhou produced a single drop of gray liquid, even if Zhang Xuezhou had just urinated, the researchers would have found out exactly what had happened, preferring to kill the innocent rather than let the guilty go free.

As for now, that's impossible.

Everyone was completely disappointed with Sinkhole No. 2.

If it weren't for the reputation of the Sinkhole No. 2 and the staffing issues involving certain stakeholders, the North Rehe Research Institute would have closed down long ago.

Any research conducted in such an area is unlikely to arouse interest.

This goes without saying for high-end laboratories like Zhou Yueyan's.

Her lab currently produces high-end and highly profitable products, and doing anything else would be seen as a disregard for money.

"This amount of solution is too little; it's not even enough for a quick look and some research," Zhou Yueyan finally refused. "If you can find more experimental materials, or perform a certain degree of reproducible culture, then we can take a few samples for testing!"

How can we replicate this culture?

"It's very simple. My lab has 713 different culture media, so I'm sure I can find a suitable one. You can buy some and try it out!"

Is it expensive?

"Only 100,000 yuan per serving, very cheap!"

"Then I'll buy the corresponding culture medium!"

Zhang Xuezhou was about to retort that Zhou Yueyan was making a ridiculous joke; how could he possibly come up with over 70 million to buy culture medium for related tests?

But then he quickly changed his mind and passed the question on to Zhou Yueyan.

"Please keep your money!"

He accessed the account and then directly tipped 200,000 yuan.

"Wait... wait!"

Zhou Yueyan felt that her deal with Zhang Xuezhou was very unpleasant.

She had no idea what the solution in Zhang Xuezhou's lab was composed of, whether it was a biological component, whether it could be cultured repeatedly, or what culture medium it needed to be adapted to.

In the laboratory, when culturing special components, the process involves almost a series of paired tests, repeated continuously to finally find the most suitable culture medium, and then through corresponding improvements, new culture media are formed.

This requires a significant amount of time and involves various research losses.

Looking at the 100,000 yuan that could be used as a 50% profit-sharing fund, Zhou Yueyan took a deep breath.

Zhang Xuezhou's method of paying via livestream tipping is unusual, but the money did indeed arrive in his account.

"Actually..."

"Haha, topping up really does remove the restrictions!"

Just as Zhou Yueyan was about to explain the relevant content, a notification appeared saying "Lao Luo has entered your live stream," accompanied by Chang Kongluo's extremely rapid typing and rants.

But this time, Zhang Xuezhou, as the administrator, did not remove the account that had abruptly entered the live stream.

After all, he had basically finalized the deal and needed someone to shut Zhou Yueyan up.

Furthermore, Zhang Xuezhou was familiar with the account's ID number.

This is the account he registered when he was explaining things to Wang Jiangtao. If the account has not been transferred, the account owner still belongs to Chang Kongluo, who is imprisoned in the Munian Mansion.

As the red number was highlighted, and Zhang Xuezhou was also good at memorizing, remembering Chang Kongluo's number was not a problem.

He had been kicking people very quickly before, and Zhang Xuezhou didn't expect Chang Kongluo to sneak in again in such a short time.