In the morning, Han Tao said as soon as he entered the office.
Liu Weiwei immediately responded and said: "The wind has been very strong these days, at least the wind is lighter today."
"Didn't you mention there might be a sandstorm?"
"Who knows, the forecasts are not accurate. Hey, do you remember the sandstorm the year before last? Two people died at that time."
"I know! It was two workers who were working on the roof of the building, and they were knocked down immediately."
"That's nothing. There is a restaurant next to my house, and the chimney was blown crooked."
"What the heck, we're still hosting the Olympics!"
When going to work in the morning, everyone has to chat for a while before getting into work mode.
Yao Yuan usually ignored it, but sometimes joined in. Now he walked up to Han Tao with a cup of coffee and said: "Your competition system needs to be changed."
"Well, how to change it?"
Han Tao listened attentively.
"Don't draw the battle line too long. During the three days at the end of the month, life and death will depend on the battle. You have to create a fierce and tense atmosphere, so the health bar is very important."
"Health bar? The kind of blood bar in the game?"
"That's right, by making the game concrete, the atmosphere will come out. No matter how perfect you are, I will also formulate rewards and punishments to make the gameplay more interesting."
After Yao Yuan gave Han Tao instructions, he entered the Yuliao Service Center again. The girls on the day shift were already on duty. He looked at it for a while and still didn't bother him. He would wait for the details to come out and discuss them together.
In the live broadcast industry of later generations, PK is the core gameplay.
Anchors and platforms make money from gifts. If you want fans and passers-by to buy gifts, you have to have a legitimate reason, so PK came into being.
Two anchors connect and decide the punishment. Whoever receives the most gifts within 5 minutes wins.
A big anchor can earn tens of thousands of dollars from just one PK. If he stays online for three or four hours every day, reads a few speeches, and plays a few PK games, he can easily earn millions or tens of millions a month.
The state has issued various regulations to restrict this thing, but all parties are aware of it.
If the method of "grabbing gifts" is not banned, everything is nonsense. Then will the country ban it? Of course not. Once the live broadcast industry is destroyed, the flexible employment population will become a reality.
Who will take over?
It was quiet in the office, only the sound of typing on the mouse and keyboard could be heard. In the chat center next door, the girls were flirting as usual.
"What an ordinary day..."
Yao Yuan was fiddling with the cup, but before he could say the last word "ah", he suddenly felt that the sky seemed to be cloudy. In just a few seconds, the indoor light became very poor, as if the lights were not turned on in the evening.
"Hey? Why is it dark?"
"Didn't you say it would rain?"
Everyone looked up one after another. Yao Yuan walked to the window and took a look outside.
The weather that was not bad in the morning has completely changed. The sun has disappeared. The sky seems to have held up a huge black umbrella, and the ground has fallen into a dark and lightless state, showing a strange yellow color.
This yellow color is like a dirty rag that has been wiped on the table and needs to be rinsed in water. The air is turbid and the dust is quickly spreading, covering the Tuanjie Lake area.
"Damn it! What did you say?"
"The momentum is quite big. I don't know if it can surpass the year before last."
"Fortunately I closed the window!"
On the contrary, everyone was very excited. They lined up in front of the window and formed groups to watch.
Yao Yuan is also very excited. This is the attribute of "cloudy joy" brought by his bones. From childhood to adulthood, whenever it is windy, rainy, snowy and dusty, he is extremely happy.
And he looked at it for a while, then suddenly slapped his head and said: "Work has started! Work has started!"
"Liu Weiwei, take a few photos and send them to your online diary, and then pin them to the top of the public channel."
"Wu Jun, write an article and post it too."
"Don't you all have a number? Each of you should write at least one article, about your personal experience when the sandstorm comes."
After Yao Yuan finished speaking, he took out a camera from the drawer, put on his bag and left.
"Commander Yao, why are you going?"
“Go outside and take some pictures!”
"Hey, that's that..."
Liu Weiwei pulled out a mask and chased her out: "Wear a mask!"
Yao Yuan took Dai Hao and said: "You organize it. It's best to mobilize netizens and be careful not to expose our address."
He wiped himself down and went downstairs, stood on the street and took a look, what a guy! After a while, the sky became darker and darker, and the visibility dropped rapidly. The adjacent Jinhuyuan Apartment was still clear, but the buildings farther away were already indistinct.
"Good news!"
Yao Yuan nodded. Just watching TV and reading newspapers is not enough to get a glimpse of the extreme climate that affects a city. Because everyone is involved in it and everyone has their own feelings.
They urgently need a voice channel, that is, the Internet.
How did blogging arise in the United States? It was because of the 9/11 incident that a large number of eyewitnesses and personal experiencers posted diaries online, which led to the popularity of blogging.
Today's sandstorm has the same nature and can cultivate a wave of user habits.
To put it simply, it is a demonstration to tell netizens what this thing does and how it can be used.
"Didi!"
Yao Yuan stretched out his hand several times before stopping a taxi and said: "Just drive around and I'll take some photos. If the meter is on, just follow the meter. If it's not, you can set a price."
"How long do you keep it for?"
"Most of the day."
"..."
The driver looked at the broken sky and raised two fingers: "200."
"Walk!"
The taxi started slowly and merged into the traffic flow.
It was either a traffic jam or driving slowly. Every car had its lights on and was driving cautiously. The ones further away could not even see the traffic lights.
Yao Yuan asked the driver to go north to Sanlitun and the embassy district. Along the way, he felt that the entire city was wrapped in yellow sand. Only the outlines of the famous shopping malls and office buildings were visible at the moment. The only thing that could be seen clearly were the rows of them.
Neat and shiny windows.
Taxis stopped from time to time and he got down to take photos.
Even when wearing a mask, my face is covered with dirt, my nose is filled with the choking smell of sand and dust, and my clothes are dry and rough around my body, as if they were wrapped in a layer of tree bark.
"Close the door! Close the door quickly!"
"Fuck!"
"Huh...huh..."
Yao Yuan jumped into the car, slammed the door, and the two of them left the place as if they were fleeing.
"Are you a reporter?"
"No, I make websites."
"Websites, they're pretty much the same anyway, they all report news... I'm telling you, this sandstorm in the capital..."
My brother loves to chat, and the chat will never end. As soon as the chat box is opened, Balabala starts to tell an old Beijing resident’s memories of sandstorms.
"This is all trivial. It used to be more serious. I remember it was like 1966, when I was only a teenager. The good guy scraped the sand for 20 days. The sand was big at that time. When I chewed it, it crunched like small stones. Now it's...
It's fine sand, far from it..."
"According to what you said, this sand has been upgraded."
"Isn't it going to be upgraded? When China joins the WTO, the sand must also meet international standards. When the Olympic Games start and foreigners come, hey, it will be called authentic!"
There is a petty bourgeoisie popular saying in later generations: When it snows in Beijing, it looks like Peiping.
This is wrong. It should be: the sky in the capital has turned yellow, and it has become like Peking.
Peiping in old photos all has a yellowish background.