The terrifying heavens inside the box

"Huh? When did Suzuki die?"

Inside the box, in one of the rooms on the second floor of the Ghost Opera House, another corpse has been found.

Wang Hao sighed.

"Alright, we've shot enough footage anyway."

He looked at the phone that was still recording, then glanced at the battery icon in the upper right corner of the screen, and his eyes suddenly widened.

and many more!

Red! Five percent, four percent, three percent...

This electric wire cutting is really something that can happen in an instant!

His hand moved swiftly, leaving only a blur.

Pick up the data cable from the power strip at the other end of the worktable and quickly plug it into the data port before the phone automatically shuts down with only 3 seconds left.

With a "ding," the battery icon turned from red to green, indicating that charging has begun.

"Phew! That was close!"

"I haven't had time to save the videos I recorded before."

Wang Hao breathed a sigh of relief, raised his hand to wipe away the non-existent "sweat" on his forehead, took his phone off the live streaming stand, ended the filming, and saved all the videos.

He plopped down on the worktable, picked up his phone, and opened his short video account.

After so many days, the short video of "Lei Gong" has reached eight million views, six hundred thousand likes, and six hundred and eighty thousand favorites.

The first season of "Strange Tales Management Bureau," which was launched not long ago, has garnered over seven million views across its ten episodes.

Even the number of followers has increased to 150,000.

Next, let's look at the video revenue.

"Sixteen thousand? Is that before or after tax? No wonder everyone likes to make money from traffic... I'll withdraw it first."

Wang Hao was somewhat taken aback and withdrew the money immediately.

But it will take a few more days for the money to arrive.

He then looked at the comments section and saw that besides those praising him, there were also those seeking cooperation.

Wang Hao noticed that many people also mentioned that they watched the commentary on other platforms.

He raised an eyebrow and opened the account's backend data analysis.

As expected, traffic from external websites accounted for a large portion of the traffic.

Thinking of this, Wang Hao glanced at Chen Xiaoliang's account again.

"This guy's not bad either, he's got five million views already."

"The number of fans is almost 300,000."

He was somewhat surprised, but not envious or jealous.

This also reflects the abilities and efforts of some families.

When the exclusive contract was signed, it was clearly stated that Chen Xiaoliang's commentary videos could not occupy more than 30% of the total original video length.

In other words, the remaining 70% is the other party's original commentary content.

And it cannot contain spoilers.

Therefore, those highlight moments are all fragmented two or three-second clips.

For example, the scenes of the military firing thousands of missiles at once, holding nuclear bombs in one's hand, and the Thunder God fighting evil gods are all left unsaid and without any beginning or end, including the ending.

Most of the content consists of detailed explanations compiled by Chen Xiaoliang himself, along with frequent suggestions to watch the original film.

After all, Wang Hao wasn't stupid. If the other party explained everything, who would still want to read the original work? Wouldn't that make him a freeloader?

Just as he was thinking this, a private message came in.

"That guy, he really does appear as soon as you speak of him."

Upon seeing that it was sent by Chen Xiaoliang, Wang Hao immediately opened it and smiled again.

This is a money-bringing boy!

Looking at my phone, I saw a text message from the bank notifying me of a transfer.

15280 yuan.

Based on 80% of the profits, the other party only earned about 19,000 in total.

Wang Hao wasn't surprised. The other party had already sent him screenshots of revenue from various platforms, including the main site, and the total amount was exactly that.

This is hard-earned money.

If I were to handle all these operations myself, I would have even less time to make miniature models and shoot videos.

Thinking about this, he couldn't help but feel a little guilty.

However, I thought about how most of my mortgage and car loan problems had been resolved.

Wang Hao leaned back in his chair, staring at the ceiling of the studio.

"Phew! It's so good to be debt-free."

He straightened up and looked at the box on the worktable.

Actually, Wang Hao had considered it before he truly understood its magic.

They fantasize about gaining supernatural powers, immortality, or even becoming gods overnight.

But when he discovered that even the evil god captured from it could only end up as a "figure".

Those unrealistic ideas were completely extinguished.

Even inside the box, he felt like a god. But in reality, all he could do was use it to make videos and earn a little money.

Tens of thousands of yuan, although it sounds like a lot.

But after deducting mortgage and car loan payments, what's left is barely enough to make ends meet.

If you want to save money, you can't neglect your work on miniature models.

He leaned back in his chair, holding his phone, and suddenly felt listless.

I did achieve my initial goal and made money.

But I always feel like there's an inexplicable emptiness in my heart.

What's missing?

Wang Hao scrolled through his phone's photo album, looking at previously shot video footage.

Does this mean I'm destined to be just an online influencer?

This thought suddenly popped into his mind.

"So you're complaining that you're not making enough money?" Wang Hao chuckled self-deprecatingly.

"Alright, then let's keep trying."

Wang Hao turned his attention to the footage from the newly filmed "Ghost Opera House." The voice acting for the "Ghost Performer" and "Martial Arts Performer" couldn't be done the same as before, since he didn't know how to sing.

We need to find someone, but the question is, who should we ask?

He thought of someone, but before going to find that person, he first edited the footage and then organized the lyrics.

……

A day later, Wang Hao placed the box in an inconspicuous corner of the studio and covered it with a dust cloth.

After finishing this task, I drove off.

The person he was thinking of was Chen Xiaoliang.

During a casual chat, I heard the other person mention that they were a graduate of a film academy, but later left the industry to become a self-media creator.

Just to give it a try, I contacted the other party, and to my surprise, there really was a way.

After Wang Hao got off the high-speed train, he found himself in a sea of ​​people. He struggled for a long time but couldn't find anyone. Just as he was about to make a phone call after squeezing through the crowd, he saw Chen Xiaoliang waving from a short distance away.

"Boss, since you're in a hurry, let's skip the small talk and get straight to it. I've already asked my good friend at the opera academy for help, so we're sure to find the right person."

Chen Xiaoliang chatted as he drove, and then quietly steered the conversation towards the next topic:

"Boss, is this search related to that new project?"

Wang Hao sat in the passenger seat and nodded.

Chen Xiaoliang's eyes lit up, but he didn't say anything more.

A few minutes later, the two arrived at the opera academy. Just as they were about to go in, they saw a group of people surrounding a middle-aged man as they walked over.

"Who is that?" Wang Hao asked curiously.

Chen Xiaoliang was somewhat surprised: "Big boss, you don't recognize him? That's Director Li, a famous director!"

"director?"

Wang Hao suddenly realized why there was such a grand display.

Seeing a group of people walk into the opera academy, the two of them followed them in.

Chen Xiaoliang's good friend Xue Sheng was already waiting at the intersection. After greeting them, he led them to the rehearsal hall of the opera department.

"There are quite a few students here specializing in Qingyi and Huadan roles, and their singing and recitation skills are solid. I wonder what kind of voice actor this friend is looking for."

Upon hearing Xue Sheng's question, Wang Hao thought for a moment and then showed the other party the lyrics he had compiled.

"That word is pretty strong!"

"Let me see too." Chen Xiaoliang also leaned over and looked at the words displayed on the phone with his good friend.

However, Wang Hao's attention had already drifted to the other side.

He saw Director Li surrounded by a crowd once again.

Although they didn't know each other, seeing the other person surrounded and respected, and hearing their confident and composed aura in every word and action, one could tell that they were not acquainted.

Wang Hao suddenly realized something.

What he lacked was never more money.

Rather, it is an identity that allows one to truly maximize the function of the box, and a career of one's own.

Become a... miniature film director!