"Do you want to broadcast the Berlin Game Exhibition live?" Shi Jia was a little surprised with the phone.

On the other end of the phone was a man with a strong Sichuan voice: "Boss, the exhibition of Yun4.com has fallen into a bottleneck period for a short period of time. Although "Survival in the Wild" has brought us a click rate of more than 20 million, "Rampage Live Room" is our most ace program at present. However, the marketing department believes that our reputation is still not loud enough and we need to create some more eye-catching new things."

"You report on your monthly profit first, and I will consider it."

Sun Xiaolong was happy and said proudly: "Let me say that, except for the monster-level "Rhythm Master", our Cloud 4 website has the highest profitability level. We dare to call it the second...that is the second. The turnover in the second month has been counted, guess—"

"Hurry up, who did you keep me from?" Shi Jia cursed with a smile.

When Sun Xiaolong saw that it was good, he stopped and hurriedly replied: "Not counting the operating costs, the total turnover is 910,000 yuan, of which 76% of the revenue is rewards from anchors, and 24% of the revenue is website push advertising. The revenue curve is good and it is showing an upward trend. Recently, people from the cloud platform department have formed an Internet advertising alliance and are negotiating cooperation with Baidu."

"Yes. What do you want to broadcast live?"

Sun Xiaolong returned to his serious appearance and said, "You hire a few people and just walk around with the camera. I have investigated reports on the Berlin Game Exhibition in the past few years on the Internet. They are all in the form of text and pictures. They are rigid and not vivid enough.? We are a live broadcast website, and of course everything can be broadcast live. So people from our department have studied it and believe that live broadcast of the Berlin Game Exhibition is absolutely feasible. Now, domestic netizens are increasingly eager for external information, and the existence of the Great Wall of the Internet has become a big obstacle. Not everyone will use proxy software to climb over the wall."

"I have a good idea. I'll arrange staff here and I'll contact your department tomorrow morning." Shi Jia praised.

Sun Xiaolong said happily: "Okay. This matter is definitely done beautifully!"

Shi Jia hung up the phone, and at this time he heard someone shouting in the living room: "Zheng Lin, you are a slut, why are you throwing the bomb? The landlord has a king bomb in his hand! I told you that the happy cooperation is not to let you throw the bomb..."

This was Deng Wei's helpless shout.

"Conditioned Reflex..." Zheng Lin touched his head and smiled awkwardly.

Qian Shan said curiously: "Is there any necessary connection between the two... No."

Zheng Lin was stunned. Then he quickly changed the topic and said, "Hehe, you don't understand."

Shi Jia was amused. These people were just playing the role of the Five-player Royal, and now they have become Landlords.

He passed by the living room and greeted his subordinates, then knocked on the door and walked into Cheng Shuang's room. As soon as he entered the room, he saw Cheng Shuang holding something like a book in his hand. He was looking at it with relish.

"Mr. M Event Book, what kind of comic is this?"

Cheng Shuang glanced at Shi Jia, then continued to look down at the comics, and replied casually: "This is a translation work by an American cartoonist, telling the story of a mysterious man named m who uses the ability of equivalent exchange to help others solve problems.?"

“Equivalent exchange?”

Cheng Shuang raised her head with a serious expression and replied: "Yes, it's equivalent exchange. You need to pay the corresponding price for whatever you want. But you can get lucky, succeed, or even get youth. The most powerful thing about this author is to integrate Mr. M's story into real-life news events, and use Mr. M's magical ability to fill some undiscovered gaps in news. For example, the Detzin series car accident that was very popular a few days ago, the author tells this story in this issue. From the perspective of Mr. M, he saved a young woman named Julia-"

"Julia?"

"Yes, I checked online and there is really such a person, a top student at a university in Detzin. According to her oral narrative, a mysterious man saved him in a vague way, but she paid the price of ten years of life."

"It's really a strange thing." Shi Jia nodded slowly.

Cheng Shuang smiled and stirred the scepter and said, "Brother. I'm not afraid that you will laugh at me for being naive. I really think that Mr. M exists in the world. If this is true-" Her mood was a little depressed, and her voice gradually became smaller: "My legs have hope. No matter what the price, I am willing..."

The little girl always pins her hopes on illusory things. Even though she herself thinks it is impossible, the cruel reality forces her to choose to believe and get temporary psychological comfort.

Shi Jia sat next to Cheng Shuang, sighed and said, "Tomorrow I will take you to the Charit Hospital in Berlin. I have contacted the expert--"

"I won't go!" Cheng Shuang suddenly said. Although she was weak in appearance, her eyes showed a firmness that was not part of her peers.

Shi Jia was stunned. If he didn't go to the hospital, how could he find a reason to treat his sister's legs... He asked, "Why?"

"Let me think about it for another two days, okay brother?" Cheng Shuang's tone softened and she whispered.

She was very scared in her heart. If the Charit Hospital in Berlin could not be cured...If even the top hospitals in Europe could not be cured...If these were all the doctors told the truth in person... she really didn't know how to face the next life.

Charrit Hospital is not a paradise, it is more like a cruel arbitration trial, which coldly determines the rest of her life.

Shi Jia could understand Cheng Shuang's psychology a little, and he sighed secretly. He could be decisive to others, but he often couldn't be ruthless when dealing with his relatives. Since Charit Hospital is just a formality, it is almost the same as going or not going.

"Listen to you." Shi Jia said softly.

Cheng Shuang was a little moved, her bright eyes were like water waves, with tears in her softness, and she said tremblingly: "Thank you, brother..." She gently leaned her head on Shi Jia's shoulder.

Shi Jia's hard heart trembled slightly and he gently patted his sister on the shoulder.

It was night, no sleep.

"It's dawn." Shi Jia naturally said to himself. He looked at the sleeping Cheng Shuang and smiled, stood up from his seat, without any sound, and quietly left his sister's room.

Listening with my ears, there was no sound in Zheng Lin and his friends' rooms, and they obviously had left the hotel.

He drove the rented Volvo S6ol and came directly to the Berlin Convention and Exhibition Center.

There were several long queues at the door where you could even see things like tents.

Zheng Lin and Deng Wei were doing the final equipment debugging work. Qian Shan checked the placement of the promotional posters and LED screens over and over again, although she knew nothing would go wrong. Shog was dressed up in a colorful manner, wearing the classic costumes in "The Master of Rhythm" - blue and white sailor suits, high-slit cheongsams and even maid outfits, which were eye-catching and beautiful.

Su Nuannuan and Shi Jia were a little familiar with each other. When they saw Shi Jia coming, they shook their hands and said hello, "Boss Shi, you are here."

She was wearing a black tight-fitting suit for projection, sitting on a round chair holding a bag of onion rings in her hand and eating non-stop, obviously using the onion rings as breakfast.

Shi Jia looked at the watch and it was 6:40 in the morning, and there was less than an hour and a half before the opening of the building at 8:00. (To be continued.)
Chapter completed!