[Comprehensive] I am broadcasting live in poisonous

Jinjiang employees are all over the world, and most of them have strong working ability, especially in the live broadcast platform department, which is more demanding on the working ability of employees because of its special working environment and work needs.

But like it, there are also "troubles" that are extremely headaches. After all, there is no win-win, no performance, and the year is not as good as the year. Sooner or later, all employees have to go home to plant sweet potatoes, buried under the trend of the big era...

Therefore, Lao Liu, the head of the live broadcast platform department, made a final decision after learning from the pain.

Competitive resumes from all directions were passing like floating clouds in front of his eyes, until a resume marked with a heavy color, and even a shocking warning sound appeared.

Jian Yue.

An ordinary name.

Rows of colorful skill lists.

And the diagnosis report attached at the bottom of the resume: severe split personality.

Diagnosis suggestion: suitable for idle positions, if it gets worse, urgent treatment is needed.

Old Liu pinched his cigarette and looked at the server: "03, you understand."

03 said: "I understand, but which project do you want to put him in?"

Lao Liu said: "Step by step, let's take the fifth item."

03 was silent for a while, and all Jinjiang's servers were pumped, "It's true that the hooks that come with his talent can match that item, but if he really gets out of play, repairing it is a big project, so we should divide him up." To No.15, right?"

Old Liu Mingmei raised her head, sad at 45 degrees: "I want to too, but there are ancient times behind, and no one can stop it. I'm afraid he will open up the sea of ​​stars."

03: Stupid, One Piece's dream is world-agnostic.

But Lao Liu's muscular brain couldn't keep up with the various consequences and probability ratios calculated by the supercomputer. He watched 03 blinking indifferently while pinching his cigarette, and wanted to change his choice in a long-winded manner until the end.Old Liu stood up slowly, stroked the simulated shell of Jinjiang's intelligent system: "Good boy, it's such a happy decision, okay?"

Spicy chicken mental retardation!

03 If he had eyes, he would have killed the old Liu who was thicker than the city wall countless times.

It only took a moment for the project to go live, and the employees took office immediately, so Jian Yue soon appeared in front of the portal of the Jinjiang live broadcast platform. He was smiling, gentle and personable. After receiving the employee handbook, he walked away.

Oh, by the way, I didn't forget the live broadcast system and the main task.

System: mission keynote positioning #救护#

System: Searching the world—the mini-map of Titanic has been locked.

System: The host is transmitting——

System: The new live broadcast equipment is ready and ready to start at any time.

System: On the data...

Jian Yue: You are so noisy.

In the warm sea breeze, in a luxurious Victorian-style sea-facing villa by the harbor in southern England, Jian Yue leaned on the porch pillars of the balcony, holding the whiskey glass that appeared with the teleportation, continued what he just said, and asked : "Is the system as loud as you are?"

The system stiffly answers: Host, this is a necessary process, which is included in the manual.

Jian Yue: "Oh." He frowned, then smiled softly, "I'm sorry, please continue."

The system was a little touched, it thought it was going to rub against the host, but it didn't expect the host to be quite talkative, and apologized to it so soon, and the motivation started from the dual-core, speeding up the operation of the memory, and it was about to make a long speech.

"Forget it, let's save it first, your electronic voice is really terrible." Jian Yue brought the whiskey to his lips, struggled with his eyes for three minutes at an imperceptible angle, and drank it all in one gulp, "Don't give it to me in the future." Put wine by your side, this is an order."

The system is full of shit, and the server is in pain.

Jian Yue: Is that the death number?

The Titanic was standing on the sea facing him, but this ultra-luxury yacht, praised by later generations as an Olympic-class yacht, did not reveal its true face at this time, but was covered by countless huge tarpaulins, restraining itself. Her fascinating brilliance adds an indescribable mystery.

In the port, fish and dragons are mixed, and people come and go.

The seaside villa equipped by Jinjiang is only a few hundred meters away from these people. Jian Yue can easily meet the eyes of passers-by not far away. His face showed envy, after all, such a villa cannot be purchased by the upper class.

There was a voice in my mind that said contemptuously: Naive, the upstarts who can live in this kind of place are at most nouveau riche, how can the real upper class people be so close to this group of inferior people, and they will be smoked to death without being noisy up.

The voice became clearer and closer.

Jian Yue raised his hand and touched his lower eyelids, his mind was clear, the corners of his lips curled up at the cool fingertips, then he put down his wine glass calmly, and walked out while leaning on the railing: System, there is still time before the Titanic sails. How long did my ferry ticket buy?

System: These are all incidental, and there are three days left before leaving the ship.

Jian Yue nodded and asked: Then when can I start the live broadcast.

Just find any one of the protagonists.The system upholds professionalism, and after explaining, it asked pitifully; can I say something else.

Jian Yue said: As long as it's not long-winded nonsense, I'm lazy, I don't like this kind of talk and I don't have time to listen to it.

System: ... I was wrong, I just added your information (trembling electronic voice), I will be very obedient, but the main task has already been set as the theme of saving, I suggest the host to make plans early, by the way, as the host Novice anchor, do you have any dreams and goals?

Jian Yue smiled: Of course it is the sea of ​​stars, but I am the only one who is invincible.

system:……

The host has a split personality, why does it feel that it will be 'sad' in the future.

In the 19th century, in April, the climate here was as warm as spring, and it was not long after the rapid development of industrial capital. Everything was thriving and noisy. Only Jian Yue could remember that in his mother country in the far east, a feudal burial incident happened. It's just started, but it's a pity that I don't have a chance to watch this big show. The focus of his mission is on the European side.The topic is off topic.

In the mini-map of the Titanic, Jian Yue thinks——a blond boy who carries a drawing board and goes around begging for life and earning money, and a rich lady who lives in a deep boudoir and dances in various balls, the two protagonists, who is more important? Easy to find, even stupid humans can see it.

The personality is still drunk, Jian Yue is in a good mood, and happily flips through the information sent by the system: [The artist's romantic and casual nature wanders in his eyes like the blue sea and blue sky, and his soft golden hair is blown high by the wind , the whole face is youthful and delicate, the smile on the corner of the mouth hides the baptism of life experience, but it is gentle and tough...]

Jack Dawson, although he has embraced Rose, who can be called the best of British classical beauties, and has a one-night spring dinner, but overall he is really a poor vagrant, no matter his background, assets, ending, or the weight comparison between him and the heroine ——Ke Ke, regarding this, Jian Yue was very interested in watching. Although mosaics were required in the live broadcast room, it was the loss of the audience and had nothing to do with him.

Since the topic of his live broadcast is named rescue, it means that Jian Yue's motives for action naturally include the [-] innocent people who died in this shipwreck, as well as eight people from Hainan, Hong Kong and other places. The motherlander, in the end, is poor Jack.

But to start the anchor, you need Jack.

Young people with blond hair and blue eyes who can draw sketches, this target group is still somewhat broad after locking keywords.After all, this is a port, and the daily flow of people is astonishingly large. It is not uncommon for blond-haired and blue-eyed people to draw pictures these days, and Jack is a very common name...Jian Yue searched for a long time but couldn't find it.

With a disappointed attitude in his heart, he simply went to the White Star Company in Southampton Port, took the system-produced letter of recommendation from the British royal family, found Mr. Ishmay, and got a one-time ticket for the dance the day before the Titanic sailed, as well as relevant departments. referral reception.

I met a few ordinary plot characters along the way, such as the designer and captain of the Titanic, and a rather rich lady, with a rosy festive face, and a lace cloak sewn with pearls and gemstones. Like a giant Christmas tree that can move anywhere.

"Hey Ho Ho Ho, just call me Jasmine, but don't call me Madam or anything like that." It turned out to be her, one of the few plot characters in the upper class who had a good relationship with Jack, and she was a real upstart.

Jian Yue stopped like a gentleman, turned his head, and smiled with his eyes: "Madam, what's the matter?"

Jasmine: "..."

She fanned the fluffy fan, lifted her skirt, and performed the lady's elegant etiquette, and kindly ignored Jian Yue's "little prank", and said with a smile: "I just heard what Mr. Yi Shimei said just now, you and William of the British royal family The Earl knew each other, so I came to say hello, my husband's current property was once really thanks to that old gentleman."

Jian Yue said: "I don't know him well."

"..." Jasmine blinked, then changed the subject and asked, "Your Excellency is really low-key, but your handsome face that wants to make a little girl's heart pound is not ambiguous at all. Are you half-British-Asian?"

"I'm a pure blood." Jian Yue calmly said, "I'm going to disappoint my wife. The Republic of China, which just announced its demise, is my mother country."

These days, the Japanese are probably also called yellow/breeding pigs. The race, skin color and class are obvious, but I never thought that, although Jasmine was a little surprised and entangled, her eyes lit up quickly, and she stomped her feet and praised: "That's really amazing." Alright, I still need a male companion for tomorrow's dance party, would the little gentleman invite me, the fat lady?"

Now it was Jian Yue's turn to blink, feeling more fond of the fat lady.

So, unlike other live broadcasts, most of the anchors are popular in the circle of the protagonist, calling them brothers and sisters, but Jian Yue and the fat lady had a good chat, swam with their arms, and agreed to go to a small town not far from the common people's company. Dinner at the tavern.

On the way, they came across an art plaza with a rather holy decoration and full of motherhood. At the end of the corridor, there was a figure from behind, occupying Jian Yue's entire field of vision with an unstoppable posture.

Don't get me wrong, Jian Yue doesn't have telepathy, he just turned on the system plug-in, in the front left, on the steps of the art gallery, around a group of fashionably dressed students from the Academy of Fine Arts, there is a bright, dazzling circle above the head of the blond boy. The incomparable blue halo is swearing its existence.

"...Turn off the special effects for me."