I've been reborn, I'm definitely going to become an internet celebrity!

Chapter 132 [Would You Be a Slave to Traffic?]

"It smells so good!! When will Boss Liu collaborate with me? I'll take you to play a horror game, I guarantee you'll be so scared you'll throw the spatula in my face. (Crazy Rabbit)"

"Is the scene really this crazy??? What's the difference between this and filming a concert! Boss Liu, do you need a cameraman for your next video shoot? I can bring my own equipment and mooch a meal (serious face)"

"Boss Liu! I! Want! To! Eat! Too!!!"

"Wait a minute, why are traffic police appearing in the video? Boss Liu, you better tell me honestly, what kind of person are you in the Chaoshan area? You need traffic police to maintain order just to set up a stall???"

"They don't include me in their private shows? That's ridiculous."

Sitting at his computer desk, Liu Zhuohao looked at the small group chat where other bloggers were discussing topics related to his collaboration with Song Yinxuan.

"I was originally planning to travel to the Chaoshan area, and I casually asked Boss Liu if he wanted to collaborate on a video, and he agreed!"

"Seriously, the scene was really lively, and Boss Liu's cooking smelled amazing; I was sneaking bites the whole time!"

"Most importantly, I gained followers!"

Song Yinxuan's text appeared in the small group, filled with excitement through punctuation marks.

The group chat stopped communicating because of her presence.

"How much did it go up?"

After a while, Old Tomato suddenly asked a question.

"More than nine hundred!"

Song Yinxuan replied very quickly.

"However, I dragged down Boss Liu's video. It feels like this episode had the worst data of all his projects!"

She sent two messages in a row.

Song Yinxuan did not attribute the poor video data to viewers getting tired of it just because she comforted herself.

She still felt that it was her problem.

Liu Zhuohao looked at the message and hesitated before typing: "@BitingCat, the plan is really too old, the audience is tired of it, it has nothing to do with you."

"And both of our follower counts are increasing, which is a good thing."

"Fan growth data is more important than video data."

He rarely speaks in the group, but this one pop-up made the messages spread even faster.

"Over nine hundred? From yesterday until now?"

"Wouldn't that mean an increase of over six thousand over a week?"

"Holy crap, is this for real?"

"Yesterday was the winter solstice, but prices might rise even more today!"

Seeing their surprised reactions, Liu Zhuohao typed another line: "Actually, if you're interested, we can all work together on this."

"For example, a gaming blogger might collaborate with a singer-songwriter, singing while playing a game? Or a gaming blogger might grant permission to use content from the 'ghostly' (parody/meme) section; wouldn't that count as a collaboration?"

This is considered a task. The platform had previously mentioned that they wanted me to help set the pace and indirectly encourage other bloggers not to just eat the cake in front of them, but to work together to make the cake bigger.

Liu Zhuohao paused, then typed on the keyboard again, adding a few more words: "However, it's best if everyone informs the platform before the collaboration, after all, given what happened recently, we still need to avoid any misunderstandings from the platform."

"And if you proactively report it, the platform might give you more streaming opportunities once the video is released."

"@Boss Liu, are you planning any collaborations?" Wang Laoji chimed in, "I'd really like to try Boss Liu's cooking."

"+1," the factory manager chimed in.

They prefer to collaborate with us, since music bloggers don't necessarily play games, and game bloggers aren't really sure what to talk about with music bloggers.

Even so, they often chat in this small group.

The things that can be discussed definitely can't be put in the video.

But it's different when it comes to delicious food; who doesn't eat?

Following closely behind, Sanwu, Chijiu, Hanseer, Elizabeth Cat, and Chawan also spoke one after another.

I don't know when it started, but there are more and more people in this private group, and they are basically not new bloggers, but people who already have a certain number of seats in various sections of Bilibili.

Liu Zhuohao looked at those IDs, feeling somewhat dazed.

Like the creator of the "囧" series of videos, the gaming section's master videographer, the future top 100 silly person, the originator of the "Golden Fertilizer" parody video, Chawan, the creator of "I've never seen such a shameless person," and even the later-washy veteran driver, Kita-ya Koyuki—

These are people who have already secured their positions in their respective divisions.

Is Liu Zhuohao willing to cooperate with these people?

Of course I'd like to.

But his fingers remained on the keyboard, and he did not reply.

It's not suitable at the moment.

"I probably won't have much time to make videos right now because I'm busy with opening the store."

Liu Zhuohao hesitated, then began typing on the keyboard.

But after thinking about it for a long time, he didn't send it; instead, he deleted the message.

Actually, he already had a plan, but this plan in mind wasn't suitable for collaborating with these already famous bloggers. It was more suitable for working with bloggers with dozens, hundreds, or thousands of followers, as a senior figure.

If I say I'm too busy now, but then later I'm filming videos with other people, wouldn't that give me away? They might think I don't value them.

Using opening a shop as an excuse is definitely not acceptable.

Before Liu Zhuohao could reconsider his reply, Song Yinxuan sent a message in private chat.

"—It still has to be Boss Liu. I don't even know how to complete the tasks assigned by the site."

She was referring to subtly guiding other bloggers to collaborate.

The goal of the site is to encourage user flow between different sections, thereby increasing traffic to each section, rather than distributing traffic evenly across all sections and having each user focus on only one or two sections.

"It's nothing."

Liu Zhuohao replied to her first.

Then, he finally figured out how to deal with the invitations in the group.

"It would be an honor. I've come up with a suitable project, and I'll definitely invite you all to join me. Come over here and try my cooking."

drag.

There's no need to refuse; all you need is a reply with no time limit.

"Then I'll be waiting!" Wang Laoji replied instantly.

"I want fried rice that glows!" the factory manager added.

"It's a pity we don't have many chefs, otherwise we could hold a top-level chef competition and we could be the judges." Tea bubbled.

"Yes, yes, I can cook too!" Sanwu suddenly stepped forward.

The group chat was silent for a second.

Then Hanse posted a fan-shaped emoji commonly used on NGA forums: "What? There are actually contestants in the world of 'dark cuisine'?"

Sanwu was so angry that he spammed a row of emojis.

Liu Zhuohao watched them fooling around and a smile crept onto his face.

These are all bloggers who have already become famous and will only get better in the future.

The effort they put into making the videos and the resulting video quality are palpable to each other, so they unconsciously come together.

A professional video blogger, not a video enthusiast who does it out of passion.

So—

Liu Zhuohao glanced at the few people he had just added as friends in his private chat.

Butter sauce, lamb dishes, Wang Boy.

The combined number of followers on the three accounts is probably less than 10,000.

To put it bluntly, even five thousand is a stretch.

In terms of its status on Bilibili, to paraphrase Eason Chan's lyrics, it's like being a nobody at your alma mater's gala.

In the eyes of editors and operators like Crow and Soy Milk, and even established bloggers like Song Yinxuan, the three of them weren't considered "serious" bloggers. Instead, they were just like other users on Bilibili, casually recording game videos or filming themselves cooking in the kitchen with their phones and uploading them to the site—video enthusiasts who did it for love.

In Liu Zhuohao's eyes, they are "future warriors," each with a promising future.

"Professor Liu Zhuohao, you actually got added!"

"I'd like to ask you about video shooting. I've been posting my videos, but hardly anyone's watching them. Is there something wrong with my videos?"

"I recorded this with my phone, is that unprofessional? Do I need to buy a more suitable device?"

Liu Zhuohao initially suggested Butter Sauce, a blogger who records his life. After adding her as a friend, he didn't say anything, but he sent several messages to express his gratitude and ask how to become a content creator.

This is the future top 100, a food blogger who's really good at creating interesting content.

However, he is still in the exploratory stage, meaning he doesn't have any video themes. He just randomly records his daily life with his phone and uploads it, without any plan for the direction of his videos.

A video of this quality will undoubtedly be deleted or hidden by him later.

But this is also an inevitable path for many video bloggers.

Of course, Liu Zhuohao didn't, at least not in his lifetime.

His first video was one that looked very professional.

As for the others, they probably won't be coming back; they all have their own things to do.

Liu Zhuohao stood up and paced back and forth in the room.

Success requires both luck and ability.

But to a greater extent, it requires luck.

The success of many bloggers cannot be replicated.

It depends on luck.

The same person walking the same path may not necessarily succeed at different times.

It's like some business people who succeed once and really build up their business.

But after experiencing some things, they went bankrupt. They felt that it wouldn't be difficult to make a comeback, so they borrowed money and tried to repeat the path they had taken.

In reality, once that luck is gone, even if he tries again, he will not succeed. He will only go bankrupt repeatedly and accumulate more and more debt.

luck.

"You need to confirm a video direction."

However, after pacing back and forth for a long time, Liu Zhuohao sat back down at his computer desk and gave this reply.

Almost the instant the message was sent, he saw the "typing..." message appear next to his QQ name. On the other side of the screen, he sat in front of his computer, waiting for his reply, and preparing to ask further questions as soon as he received it.

However, Liu Zhuohao didn't give him a chance to send a message, and continued typing on the keyboard: "The shooting equipment is not important, these can be made up for, and the users on the site are actually very tolerant of the video's clarity."

"The key is that the content needs to be interesting, that is, a shooting project."

"I can give you some direction."

The "typing" indicator next to my QQ name has disappeared.

After a while, the person on the other end of the video call replied with a message: "Teacher, please go ahead."

Very polite.

"Review video".

Liu Zhuohao told the other party in advance about the future, the path that the other party was going to take anyway.

"It's actually a kind of promotion, but I won't give you any promotion fee. In fact, you'll have to pay to order my beef balls for a review."

"Consider it a hundred dollars for this idea of ​​yours."

"Of course, I've already told you this idea; whether you film it or not is your own choice."

The idea has already been proposed in these few messages and sent out.

As for the person on the other side of the screen, whether or not they are willing to pay is their choice.

Almost without hesitation, Butter Sauce on the other end of the video call replied with two messages: "I've already placed the order, teacher."

"I want to record a video saying, 'Are these beef balls delicious?'"

The Warlords.

He seemed to think this was a pledge of loyalty.

But decisive enough.

Liu Zhuohao didn't speak, his gaze was somewhat subtle, and he made a voice call.

The call was answered, and a slightly nervous voice came through the phone, "Hello, is this Teacher Liu?"

A male voice, probably going through puberty, came from inside.

"Just call me Boss Liu, that's what everyone calls me."

Liu Zhuohao put on his headphones and replied with a smile through the headset, "You placed the order so decisively? Let me make this clear first, this isn't a pledge of allegiance. I said I'm selling this idea, and I won't just sell it to you, I'll sell it to many bloggers like you who only have a few dozen or a few hundred followers."

On the other end of the phone, Butter Sauce remained silent, seemingly puzzled.

"You don't need to deliberately say things like 'these beef balls are delicious.' You can just post your purchase order to prove that you paid for these beef balls yourself."

Liu Zhuohao explained, "If you think it's delicious, then just say it's delicious. If you don't think it's delicious, you can also say so directly. Don't be afraid of offending me or anything like that."

"Everyone has different tastes. It's not like your sales volume will affect mine. What I want are genuine reviews."

"Of course, if you want to be a slave to traffic, you'll get more traffic by giving bad reviews. I mean, you can get attention faster by damaging my reputation."

Butter Sauce quickly interjected, "No, no, we're all from the same region, and I'm from Chaoshan too. Boss Liu, as long as your beef balls are authentic, I definitely won't make things up."

Liu Zhuohao wasn't surprised; he knew about it.

"I told you, I'm not afraid of you saying anything wrong, as long as you feel that your evaluation is objective and comes from the heart."

"Otherwise, if you always rely on controversial topics to generate buzz, it's easy to go down the wrong path."

"If you want to treat video making as a long-term career, rather than a short-term one, you'd better be careful about protecting your reputation."

.

He replied.

His words were entirely those of a senior offering advice.

On the other end of the phone, Butter Sauce quickly replied, "I understand, I understand. We need to have a long-term vision."