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Chapter 149 Narrowband HD! Cutting-edge technology arrives!

Three o'clock in the morning.

Inke Technology Center.

There are no windows here, and dozens of rows of server racks emit a low hum, like countless bees flapping their wings.

The air conditioning was on full blast, and the temperature was only 18 degrees Celsius, but all the engineers were sweating profusely.

"This is insane, absolutely insane..."

Technical Director Zhang Hong stared at the monitor screen while nervously shaking his leg.

"Should we redirect the traffic from the S6 finals to a cloud provider that has never been validated in large-scale real-world scenarios?"

"If anything goes wrong, it will be a live-streaming incident. We will all be blacklisted by the industry."

Opposite to him.

Wang Jian sat cross-legged on top of a server rack.

He wasn't wearing shoes; his faded socks were sticking out.

He had a laptop on his lap, and his fingers flew across the keyboard at such a speed that only afterimages could be seen.

On the screen, a waterfall of code is refreshing rapidly.

"Ready to connect."

Wang Jian suddenly stopped what he was doing and pushed up his glasses that had slipped down.

"3, 2, 1..."

"Enter".

As the Enter key was pressed.

The main traffic entry point for Inke, which originally pointed to the DNS resolution address of Tencent Cloud CDN, switched instantly.

Target address: Weiguang Cloud Guizhou Node.

"Traffic is coming in!"

An operations engineer at Inke exclaimed in surprise.

On the monitoring screen.

The curve representing concurrent traffic spiked instantly.

One million.

Three million.

Five million...

The data poured in like a floodgate being opened.

Zhang Hong stared intently at the display showing bandwidth usage.

He is waiting.

Wait for the red alarm light to light up, wait for the bandwidth to be exhausted, wait for the screen to freeze.

Logically, to support five million concurrent high-definition live streams, the bandwidth required must be at least 5Tbps.

however.

A minute passed.

Three minutes have passed.

The hands on the dial stopped at an incredible position.

2.8T.

"This...this is impossible!"

Zhang Hong lunged at the screen, not even caring that he had hurt his knee.

"Is the data incorrect? Is the monitoring system malfunctioning?"

"How can it only be using half the bandwidth?"

"Where's the picture? Is it blurry and pixelated?"

He frantically opened his phone and clicked into Inke's test live stream room.

A screen pops up.

Zhang Hong was stunned.

On the phone screen, every single strand of the female anchor's hair was clearly visible, and even the pores on her skin could be seen.

There was no lag whatsoever.

There is nothing ambiguous about it.

Even compared to when I used Tencent Cloud before, the colors are more saturated and the sharpness is higher.

"What...what kind of sorcery is this?"

Zhang Hong felt that his worldview was collapsing.

Half the bandwidth, improved image quality?

This violates Shannon's theorem! This violates basic common sense in information theory!

"H.265, plus Microlight's self-developed 'perceptual coding' algorithm."

Wang Jian's voice came from the top of the server rack.

He closed the laptop, jumped down from it, like a child who had just done a prank.

"We use AI algorithms to identify areas of focus for the human eye in real time—such as the streamer's face or the center of a team battle in a game."

"We allocate more bitrate to these areas."

"As for the background and still images, we compressed them drastically."

"This is called 'narrowband high definition'."

Wang Jian walked up to Zhang Hong and pointed to the screen.

"The H.264 standard you used before is a ten-year-old technology."

"That's a product of the Nokia era."

"And us."

"It's like putting an Apple into a Nokia shell."

Zhang Hong's mouth dropped open.

As a technician, he had certainly heard of H.265 and perceptual coding.

But those are all things from the lab, "future technologies" that Google and Netflix are researching.

How can we achieve millisecond-level AI encoding in scenarios like live streaming, where real-time performance is extremely critical?

How much computing power would that require?

"That's why we need to use GPUs."

Lin Che appeared at the door at some point.

He was holding a can of iced coffee, the tab pulled open with a soft "click".

"CPUs are geniuses at solving arithmetic problems."

"But the GPU is a natural artist."

"When it comes to image processing, my army of mining cards is 10,000 times stronger than Tencent's expensive Xeon processors."

Lin Che walked up to Zhang Hong, who was standing there dumbfounded, and patted him on the shoulder.

"Director Zhang."

"Now, do you still think we're playing house in the cave?"

Zhang Hong stared at the bandwidth curve on the screen, which was as smooth as a stopped electrocardiogram.

That's the sound of money.

That was the sound of technological dominance.

His legs went weak and he almost knelt on the ground.

"Mr. Lin... I..."

Zhang Hong's face flushed red with shame, wishing he could disappear into the ground.

"I'm impressed."

"I'm truly impressed."

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Lin Che ignored Zhang Hong's apology.

He walked to the huge floor-to-ceiling window and looked at the night view of Beijing in the early morning.

The Tencent building in the distance was still brightly lit.

But what they didn't know was that on this seemingly peaceful night, the underlying logic of the live streaming industry had been completely rewritten.

"Boss."

Shen Nan walked behind Lin Che and reported in a low voice.

"Just received the message."

"Tickets for the S6 finals have been scalped for 5,000 yuan each."

"The total number of people who have pre-registered to watch the show across the entire network has exceeded 80 million."

Eighty million.

This is a terrifying number.

This is double the 40 million predicted by Tencent Cloud.

If Tencent Cloud doesn't urgently expand its capacity, tomorrow's finals are destined to be a disaster.

Are they still sleeping?

Lin Che asked.

"Still sleeping." Shen Nan's lips curled into a cold smile. "Liu Zhiping from Tencent Cloud just posted on his WeChat Moments that he's celebrating the project's acceptance at a bar in Shenzhen."

"very good."

Lin Che took a sip of iced coffee.

A bitter taste spread through my mouth.

"Then let them have sweet dreams."

"Tomorrow night."

"I will wake them up myself."

Lin Che turned around and looked at the room full of cheering Inke engineers behind him.

Looking at the large screen that displayed "Bandwidth costs reduced by 45%".

At this moment.

The concept of a micro-light cloud is no longer just a concept.

It is a butcher's knife that has been honed to an unparalleled sharpness.

Meanwhile, the fat pig waiting to be slaughtered was lying on its merit list, snoring away.