Waste Strong Foundation

Gu Dailu’s live broadcast was set up by the outspoken President Ba. After he finished speaking, he saw the screen full of "You are finished", and he felt a little bit in his heart. He also suspected that the barrage teamed up to play his mentality, so he said a few more words, Suddenly caught a glimpse of the nickname [text] covered with gold and diamond badges in front of the nickname, his blood pressure was full, and the anger that went straight to Tianling Gai slipped back to the soles of his feet and burped tremblingly.

The major shareholder of the live broadcast website is surnamed Wen, the coal boss, and the pure gold owner, regardless of the specific operation.

Xiaowen, who was born in the rich second generation, is the real bread and butter of the anchors.

Angry at the boss in front of netizens across the country, shouldn't this work attitude be kept under the contract for ten or eight years?

"...Employees, Mr. Gu's mentality has collapsed. Today's live broadcast ends here. The next live broadcast time... I hope it will be within this year."

It took half an hour to get the WeChat ID of the little boss's assistant, Gu Dailu didn't rest, and boarded the plane in a trance.

The little boss was on a business trip, so he invited him to have breakfast together, picked up the plastic VR glasses and looked around carefully.

Gu Dailu was afraid of having an attack, feeling like he was sitting on pins and needles, "Boss, what did I do last night—"

Little Boss: "This holographic game called "Trash", is there a designated live broadcast platform in China?"

"No, no. Only a small UP owner of station J uploads a wasteland reclamation video every day, and the popularity is still rising."

"Hey, how hot is it?"

"I've gained more than [-] followers. Boss, I also have an account on Station J, but I haven't contributed for almost half a year."

The little boss raised half of his eyebrows, and handed a basket of pink and translucent crab roe soup dumplings to Gu Dailu, "You can do the live broadcast of "Trash"."

"Ah? Me?" Gu Dailu thought of the overly realistic No.1 perspective in the game, his resistance soared, and his head grew dizzy.

"That's right. I don't think there are any good games that can be broadcast live recently, so we need to maintain the popularity. Otherwise... you transfer to the mobile game area?"

"Ah, no, no, no, I have a specialization in art, I can't play the mobile game Goose Field, it's too social, hehe."

"Then do it. Don't worry about signing the licensing contract with "Waste". I'll let Xiao Liu contact the official right away."

The little boss is a real president with strong action, "do whatever it takes" to make money and "destroy humanity".

In the afternoon of the same day, Fei Mingqiu received an official email and a complete and detailed contract from the pointer live broadcast platform.

He didn't reply immediately, but turned around and continued to clean the wounds of the three salt pond slaves.

Tens of thousands of new members every day make the already slender winning rate lower and lower. Alpha is right. If the attention of most people is caught too early and the quota for the internal test cannot be provided, the enthusiasm of netizens will be consumed invisibly. If you can't make it back to the peak, even if you let go of all the restrictions in the later stage, it will be difficult to achieve the ideal effect.One billion debts, if one billion players are invited, it's easy, isn't it!

Authorized live broadcasting can alleviate the current extreme imbalance between supply and demand, and at the same time respond to some malicious slandering voices.

Yes, as UP master Chen Yiheng and others followed the wind of "Waste", the "spots" on the Internet also gathered like flies, thinking that "Waste" was a semi-finished product that was hurriedly sold for money during the development stage. Well, all kinds of swear words with reproductive organs and household registration books have even entered the "data saving" mode, and all players will be labeled as "waste in waste" or "plastic waste".

"Waste in the waste", as the name suggests, refers to the waste in the waste to play the waste game "Trash".

"Plastic waste" comes from the word "iron waste", which is not only a curse, but also a satire that the VR equipment in "Waste" is a pile of garbage plastic.

Uh...it's not unreasonable, cough cough.

The quality of the VR glasses produced by Bingxixi merchants is not good. It has only been two weeks of internal testing, and two players have already written to ask for repairs.

How can Fei Mingqiu, who is in the prehistoric era, repair it, the only way is to ask the merchant to send a new past.

When it comes to sending equipment, Alpha is almost running out of the hundreds of dollars it has collected by registering new users of major apps.

Open a rewarding QR code page on the official website?

No, no.In this way, "Waste" is suspected of making illegal profits, and it is more likely to attract blocking-style water meter inspections.

A game that has never made a profit, is in a small-scale beta period, and has healthy content can still survive in 2021.

Thinking of this, Fei Mingqiu frowned slightly, staring at the triangular black tattoo on the collarbone of the slave in front of him.

Buying slaves from other tribes or caravans also required paying items of equal value.

After all, no matter the era the player lives in or the settlement under their feet, they all face the same trouble: lack of money.

But he and Shang Yuan didn't have the time and energy to make money little by little.

In case there really is something beyond scientific explanation... human life is always fragile.

Fei Mingqiu stood up and said to the three slaves: "Work at sunrise every day, rest at sunset, and take one day off every six days. Breakfast, lunch, and dinner are provided and distributed according to work. In addition, evaluation is made once a month. , the top three performers can become commoners of the clan."

He can't directly announce "you are free (free)" like a fool, and the step-by-step approach is easier for slaves to accept.

These slaves from the salt pond were skinny, with more or less mutilated limbs, and their teeth were yellow and rotten.

The three of them lowered their eyebrows and were pleasing to the eye, obediently, not daring to ask questions, but nodded mechanically.

Fei Mingqiu secretly sighed pitifully, and said, "Do you have names?"

The slave looked at me and I looked at you, pursed his lips timidly and lowered his head without speaking.

As slaves, those who are lucky have surnames but no surnames, and some of their biological mothers and fathers are unknown, and they don't even have the surname inherited from their mothers.

Fei Mingqiu tapped his wristwatch a few times, "Think of a name for yourself. After a month, you will be civilians if nothing happens."

According to Qi You, it is customary to divide a year into ten months, with 36 days in each month, and the remaining five days are annual festivals, including activities such as offering sacrifices to gods and ancestors; The Xia calendar is similar - it proves that the Qi family belongs to the tribe of the Xia people, maybe it is really the Xia Dynasty, then in the future, knowing which king lives in the legendary royal city can determine the dynasty.

The slaves nodded like chickens pecking at rice.

What they were afraid of was vicious beatings and scolding for disobeying orders, and they didn't believe the new master's statement in their hearts.

Fei Mingqiu didn't emphasize anything, and pointed to the newly built row of wooden houses of the players, "The one with the pine needles hanging is for you to live in."

The slave who had been sleeping in the wild all year round nodded indifferently, until Fei Mingqiu left, and then smiled slowly, suspiciously and strangely.

What becoming a commoner, taking one day off every six days, and eating three meals a day... are all treatment beyond imagination.

Because it is impossible to imagine, there is no feeling of joy.

And that clean and warm wooden house is right in front of you.

Their new owners say they can sleep together in the house tonight, away from wind, rain, bugs and snakes.like a person.

……

Fei Mingqiu placed three slaves, and later received a large bag of rock salt collected by Qi Ba and other craftsmen.

He walked towards the mobile house with a dark yellow stone-like salt crystal in his arms, and six players were hitting the stone slabs outside the altar with metal cones.

This kid Qi You is very dishonest. At the beginning, he said with certainty that the blue bird eggs were buried deep in the center of the altar. If Fei Mingqiu had to move the mobile house away, it would actually destroy the foundation. Now he suddenly regretted that he had made a mistake. In fact, the mobile home did not hold it down.

Fei Mingqiu just smiled at this, and gently patted Qi You's heart with his fingers, "So that's how it is."

He always said it, flat and calm, as if he could forgive everything—as if he controlled everyone's life.

Qi You suddenly felt his heart being pinched in the palm of a slender hand, and apologized repeatedly, even sobbing softly.

The young man lowered his eyes halfway, his expression was hidden in the shadow cast by his eyelashes, he smiled vaguely, and then comforted him patiently.

The sunset glows brightly, the birds flock back, and the setting sun shrinks and sinks in the dense clouds.

Fei Mingqiu stopped reminiscing about Qi You and looked around for someone.

Well, Shang Yuan slipped away again.

……

The bedroom on the third floor of the mobile home was pitch black.

To pass the time, the business engineer, who was fishing every day, got up and browsed the messages and emails on the official website of "Waste" with his chin propped up.

Scanning a long picture with only ten lines at a glance, Shang Yuan's expression froze for a moment.

Hearing Fei Mingqiu's footsteps, he resolutely banned the IP for 50 years, chose "sexy" as the reason for the ban, and silently right-clicked to save it.