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Crazy Stone is still raking in box office revenue in theaters.

In the office of the boss at Salty Fish Entertainment headquarters.

Yu Le didn't look at the box office report that would make any film company boss laugh out loud.

He was staring at the computer screen, twirling a pen in his hand.

The screen didn't display any candlestick charts or complicated financial data.

It is the backend of a webpage called "Salted Fish Video".

The red curve resembles a bull in heat, its head held high, soaring straight into the sky.

"Boss, another server has been added."

Wang Luochuan pushed open the door with huge dark circles under his eyes, holding a cup of strong coffee bigger than his face.

"These users are crazy. Last night, when 'My Own Swordsman' updated to episode 100, the bandwidth almost crashed."

Yu Le threw the pen on the table.

"Stay calm."

He pointed to the densely packed real-time data on the screen.

"Have you reached 10 million registered users yet?"

Wang Luochuan put down his coffee cup, his face full of admiration.

"It's broken. Just ten minutes ago, the ten millionth user successfully registered!"

With ten million users, it is already the absolute leader among video websites in this era.

As for the secret weapon of Xianyu Video?

Besides the phenomenal TV series "My Own Swordsman," the biggest weapon was the barrage of comments that captivated countless viewers.

on the screen.

Tong Xiangyu, speaking in a thick Shaanxi accent, exclaimed in a coquettish tone, "Oh my god!"

At the top of the screen, dense white text flew by.

[Successfully landed! Coordinates 01:23!]

[Warning: High-energy content ahead!]

Protect our Manager Tong!

I've seen this episode before; Bai Zhantang is going to show off!

[Bullet comments for protection! Monsters and ghosts, go away! Mom, I'm no longer afraid to watch shows alone!]

This kind of thrill—being able to experience the joy of thousands of people commenting on the same screen while watching a show alone at home—is simply a game-changer for netizens in this era.

viscosity?

This isn't stickiness, this is toxicity.

Once you're hooked, you can't quit.

"Has the editing for 'My Own Swordsman' caught up?"

Yu Le asked a question.

Not only does a 20-minute episode speed up loading for users, but it also allows for the insertion of two more episodes of GG, thus extending the playback cycle indefinitely.

It has a total of 160 episodes.

That should keep these netizens entertained for three months.

Wang Luochuan pushed up his glasses.

"We've caught up. And as you requested, we've added a 'next episode high-energy warning' bonus feature at the end of each episode."

"The comment section exploded, it was all urging us to update. Some people even threatened to send us razor blades."

Yu Lele was amused.

"Sending razor blades? That's great! We can save them up and sell them for scrap metal, which might even give the tech department an extra bonus."

He stood up and walked to the floor-to-ceiling window.

Winter has arrived in Beijing.

Outside the window, everything was gray and gloomy, and the dry branches shivered in the cold wind.

"Tell the content department to increase their efforts."

Yu Le's voice was soft, yet it carried the coldness of a capitalist.

"Buy all those classic Hong Kong movies and old dramas for me."

"It's dirt cheap now, but it'll be a family heirloom later."

"Also, have the tech department develop a new feature."

Wang Luochuan immediately pulled out his notebook.

"Please speak."

"The 'Ghostly' Zone"

Yu Le uttered three words.

Wang Luochuan was stunned.

"What the hell? Beast?"

"Isn't this name a bit anti-human?"

"You don't know anything." Yu Le opened a video editing software.

Inside were several pre-cut video clips.

The scene in "Romance of the Three Kingdoms" where Zhuge Liang verbally abuses Wang Lang to death on the battlefield.

A scene from the sitcom "I Love My Family" where Ge You is lying on the sofa.

Yu Le skillfully dragged Zhuge Liang's video into the timeline.

Clicking the mouse.

Cut, copy, paste.

The movements were so fast that they left afterimages.

Wang Luochuan leaned over to take a look.

In the picture, Zhuge Liang, wearing a feather fan and a turban, points forward.

"I have never seen such a shameless person!"

Yu Le extracted the last few words of that sentence separately.

Repeated arrangement.

It's accompanied by a very fast-paced electronic drum beat.

Press the spacebar to play.

"Shameless! Shameless! Shameless! People! People!"

The catchy electronic music, mixed with Mr. Tang Guoqiang's deep voice, filled the office with a surround sound effect.

Wang Luochuan's hand trembled, and he almost spilled his coffee.

He stared wide-eyed at the screen.

In the video, Zhuge Liang is seen convulsing wildly in sync with the music.

"What...what is this thing?"

Wang Luochuan felt that his values ​​were undergoing a severe test.

A renowned prime minister, a loyal minister for all time.

So it was turned into an exhaust fan?

"This is art." Yu Le solemnly saved the file.

"Deconstructing the classics, reshaping popular trends. Believe it or not, if this video were released, it would definitely get at least a million views."

Wang Luochuan opened his mouth, but no sound came out.

The phrase "shameless person" was still echoing in his mind.

"Go." Yu Le packed the documents and sent them to Wang Luochuan.

"Have the tech department create a separate section. Name it 'All-Star Parody'. Make all these resource packs available for download. Encourage users to edit their own videos and hold a creative contest. First prize is 100,000 yuan, second prize is 50,000 yuan."

Under the reward, there must be a brave man.

These netizens, who are bored out of their minds, are willing to deconstruct all four classic Chinese novels for 100,000 yuan.

Wang Luochuan wiped the sweat from his forehead.

"Boss, will Mr. Tang Guoqiang sue us for copyright infringement?"

"This counts as a secondary creation," Yu Le waved his hand.

"Besides, once this video goes viral, Teacher Tang's popularity among young people will skyrocket. He'll be thanking me profusely."

Wang Luochuan carried the computer and walked out.

He stopped at the door.

"Oh, right, boss, there's something else."

He pulled a report out of the folder and handed it to Yu Le.

"What the competitors are up to."

Yu Le took the report and opened it.

"Tudou.com just launched yesterday," Wang Luochuan reported.

"The website is very basic, and the server is unstable. Their boss, Wang Wei, has made statements in the media saying that he wants to build the largest video sharing website in China."

Yu Le scoffed.

"The biggest? What makes him the biggest? Does he have enough bandwidth? Does he have the copyright? He doesn't even have a bullet comment function. Watching his videos is like watching a silent film."

Page 2 of the report.

LeTV.com

"LeEco's CEO, Jia Yueting, has been trying to attract investment everywhere lately," Wang Luochuan continued.

"He seems to have identified the potential in legitimate long-form video content. He's frantically hoarding the rights to older dramas."

Yu Le tapped his fingers on the table.

"Stockpiling copyrights is a good strategy, and it coincides with our approach, so Mr. Jia has some foresight. But can he outspend us?"

Yu Le hit the nail on the head.

"Video websites are a bottomless pit. Bandwidth and copyright fees can bankrupt a company. The old shows he's hoarding now are just a bunch of useless data without any traffic to monetize them."

Yu Le closed the report and threw it on the table.

"Ignore them. Let Tudou.com play in the mud. Keep an eye on LeEco. When Mr. Jia is in financial trouble, we'll go and offer him some support."

"Take over at a low price?" Wang Luochuan's eyes lit up.

"What do you mean by 'taking over'? Can't you speak properly?" Yu Le corrected him.

"This is called end-of-life care for those who fall on the road to pursuing their dreams; it's resource integration within the industry."