Because this venture made money fast. As long as you had fa, you could just sit there. Even if you ridiculed netizens for not being able to afford a 79-dollar eyebrow pencil and were denounced by thousands, once you went live, there would still be suckers who would instantly buy out your rchandise, happily handing over their money. It was a comfortably easy way to earn.
However, livestreaming ca with monthly minimum hour requirents, and on top of that, Zhang Beixing was busy with his Martial Arts Training. Gradually, he put the idea on the back burner.
Now Wang Sheng is bringing it up again... Zhang Beixing frowned and pondered for a mont. He was about to say, "Forget about it."
But before he could speak, Wang Sheng, having already seen through Zhang Beixing's thoughts, hurriedly said, "Mr. Zhang, if you're willing to livestream, our platform can offer you an exclusive nine-to-one revenue split—our platform takes one part, and you take nine. And if you start livestreaming, we'll also unconditionally set your livestream channel's priority to the highest level, without imposing any streaming requirents. Please consider it."
This... Hearing this, Zhang Beixing found it difficult to refuse. The sincerity Wang Sheng offered was substantial. A nine-to-one revenue split in his favor was essentially a no-cost venture for him. Having top priority for a livestream channel on Douyin was unheard of.
Unlike platforms such as Douyu and other similar livestreaming services that feature dedicated pages where users can browse and select streams, Douyin's livestreams are interspersed with short videos and rely purely on algorithmic promotion. Therefore, the priority of a livestream channel holds an extrely important position on the platform. To persuade Zhang Beixing to livestream, Wang Sheng had directly set his channel's priority to the highest level; it was clear how much he valued him.
"Alright! Give the contract. I'll try going live tonight," Zhang Beixing said, changing his tune.
Hearing this, Wang Sheng was overjoyed and quickly handed over the contract he had prepared in advance. Zhang Beixing glanced over it, confird there were no hidden clauses or traps in the wording, and then signed his na.
「 」
anwhile, online, all was calm. Ti is a terrifying thing; it can dilute everything until it vanishes into nothingness. This is particularly evident in this fast-paced era.
Only seven days had passed since what would have been Zhang Beixing's 'first seven days after death,' yet there was hardly any information about him to be found online. Only occasionally would soone bring him up, lanting greatly:
"I still can't believe my Brother Bei is gone just like that."
"Without him, I don't know what to watch on Douyin anymore."
"Even when Brother Dan was around, despite the slow updates, there was at least sothing to look forward to. But now... sigh. I really feel numb. I scroll all day, and no matter what I watch, it feels like sothing's lacking."
"Brother Dan, may you rest in peace. I'll burn a paper effigy couple for you in a few days. We never experienced such things while alive; now that you're gone, you should at least get to try it."
"I never imagined that a martial arts Grandmaster would et such an abrupt end. Truly a pity!"
"Pity 1. Brother Bei, if there's a next life, don't go picking fights with firearms. That stuff really isn't sothing our flesh and blood can contend with!"
"..."
People discussed it with imnse regret, sighing over Zhang Beixing's death. But the next second, they would refresh their video feed, be amused by new content, and push the matter of Zhang Beixing to the back of their minds.
This situation was quite normal. Because Zhang Beixing was 'dead,' and the dead cannot co back to life—this is an unchanging principle since ancient tis. No matter how much they regretted it, it was aningless; after all, they were not his family or close friends.
Just as people were scrolling through Douyin, suddenly, a Douyin push notification popped up from the top of the screen:
*Dear user, the account you follow, 'Zhang Beixing 267/0/30,' has posted new content. Go check it out!*
Seeing this notification, many didn't take it seriously. They instinctively swiped up to close it and continued watching videos. But not long after, a thought struck them.
Wait!
What was that Douyin notification just now?!
Many people suddenly snapped back to reality, sitting bolt upright with bewildered expressions, as if jolted from their deathbeds by the shocking realization.
If they rembered correctly, in that fleeting glimpse, they had seen the na 'Zhang Beixing' in that Douyin notification!
"HOLY SHIT?!"
For a mont, similar exclamations rang out almost simultaneously all over Great Xia. They hurriedly opened their 'following' list or used the search bar to look up Zhang Beixing's na. There, under Zhang Beixing's account, a new post they had never seen before was clearly displayed!
It was an image-and-text post with simple content:
*Heard I went on a trip and you all thought I was dead?*
*Not much going on right now, so I figured I'd stir things up a bit myself.*
*Going live shortly. Any questions, I'll answer them in the livestream.*
After reading the content, netizens were baffled.
"???"
"HOLY SHIT! What's going on? Am I seeing ghosts in broad daylight? How am I seeing my Brother Bei update his account?"
"You didn't see wrong. Brother Bei really did update. Was his account hacked, or what? Are you a person or a ghost @ZhangBeixing?"
"Could it be that Brother Bei didn't actually die?"
"How's that possible?! In those videos circulating online, Brother Bei was hit by bullets multiple tis! And now you're telling he's fine?"
"Exactly! That's totally unrealistic!"
"Maybe not everyone understands what it ans to be hit by more than ten bullets simultaneously. Let explain. Based on current rifle ammunition data, within one hundred ters, even if you're hiding behind a six-milliter steel plate, a bullet can penetrate it and kill you. It could also go through a fifteen-centiter-thick concrete wall and blow a person's arm clean off. And our Brother Bei wasn't even shot from a hundred ters away, but within fifty! One of those bullets even hit his heart! If he could survive that, the very definition of the Human species would have to be rewritten!"
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