I'm a crispy college student? It’s really hard to kill the whole network!

Chapter 8 Imperial Engine?

"Is this... Wu Bin's heartbeat?"

Wu Bin did not wake up because the effects of anesthesia had not worn off.

But the sound of his strong heartbeat was particularly clear at this time.

dong dong!

dong dong!

Everyone was silent.

Who would have thought that this heartbeat sound came from a patient who almost died of a heart attack!
Netizens in the live broadcast room were not calm anymore.

"Is this heartbeat serious, Imperial Engine?"

"This sound is too much. Are you sure it's not a sound effect?"

"Official manipulation is the most deadly."

"What the hell, what doesn't kill me makes me stronger?"

"I'm going to have a heart surgery tomorrow. I hope I can have the same success as Wu Bin, and then I can install an Imperial engine."

"I'm sorry, Dean Li. I doubted your strength before. I know I was wrong."

If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, let alone netizens, it would be hard for He Bingbing to believe that Wu Bin could have such a heartbeat.

This heartbeat was so scary, it felt like it was about to jump out of the chest, and it even resonated with the hearts of the rest of them!
"Dean Li, is he... really okay?"

Xu Wenyao looked worried.

Before, he was afraid that Wu Bin's heart would stop beating.

But now he was afraid of Wu Bin's heart beating rapidly.

After all, he signed the surgery note himself, so no matter what went wrong with Wu Bin, he would be responsible for it.

Li Guotai rubbed his temples and said a little tiredly: "I know what you are worried about, but don't worry, we have done a comprehensive examination on Wu Bin, and he is very healthy now."

"Okay, I have to go back and rest. If I don't sleep, I might have a heart attack."

Li Guotai gestured to the nurse, telling her to quickly push Wu Bin back to the ward.

……

Magic City TV Station, Headquarters Conference Room.

Station director Zheng He was sitting on the boss's chair, listening to his editors and directors reporting on the column status one by one.

In his hand, he held the comprehensive data of these columns for the past week.

He flipped through it casually, his expression getting more and more ugly.

"Pause."

Zheng He interrupted the director who was making an introduction and asked a fatal question.

"What is the average number of online viewers in your column's live broadcast room?"

The director said with some guilt: "Five hundred people."

Hearing this data, Zheng He was immediately laughed out of anger.

"You guys, this "Searching for a Taste of Home" column, including all of your salaries, the main station spends tens of thousands every week."

"Now you tell me that the average number of online viewers per day is only five hundred, huh?"

The director was scolded so much that he didn't dare to talk back.

Others also lowered their heads, drinking tea when it was time to drink tea and wandering around in thought when it was time to do so.

Anyway, as long as Zheng He didn't name them, they would pretend he wasn't scolding them.

"You don't need to continue this show anymore. Just end it in the next episode."

The director quickly said: "No, director, give us another chance!"

"Let us broadcast for another month, and we will definitely make a profit next month!"

Zheng He snorted coldly, picked up the tea cup and took a sip of tea.

Others sighed inwardly.

Knowing that Zheng He has made up his mind, there will definitely be no more this column in the future.

Seeing that everyone in the conference room was in a low mood, Zheng He explained:

"Comrades, don't look at us as a TV station in Shanghai. We seem to have a big business, but we are spending money everywhere."

"There are more than 40 programs on the station, but only two or three are profitable, and the rest are all losing money!"

"If this continues, we will all lose our jobs and the main station will close down!"

Others lowered their heads and said nothing.

They all understand the principle of both prosperity and loss. But the problem is that now their programs are not as popular as short videos. What can be done?

Just when Zheng He felt a headache, he suddenly caught a glimpse of a document.

"The "Prestigious School Life" column team is applying for two following photographers and two mobility scooters?"

Zheng He felt very unhappy.

Although the response to this column is not bad, it is actually a loss-making exercise.

Besides, your column team is just going to take pictures of campus life and so on. Why do you need so many photographers?
Just when Zheng He was about to reject it, he suddenly saw the live broadcast data of "Prestigious School Life" for the past two days.

hiss!
Zheng He took a breath and his voice became sharp.

"The highest number of people online is 210,000!"

"The average number of people online is 140,000!"

"The income from the live broadcast room is 23,000!"

This data is so dazzling among many columns!

Remember, this is only two days of data.

How terrible would it be if this was a week's worth of data?
"What's going on? Why are the data in this column suddenly so good?"

Zheng He quickly took out his phone and looked through the edited videos in this column.

Soon, he understood.

It turns out that the reason why the show became popular was a college student named Wu Bin.

Zheng He also read He Bingbing’s reasons for applying.

She thinks Wu Bin is a good live broadcast material, so she plans to find someone to follow him and record more of Wu Bin's daily life.

Zheng He frowned and hesitated.

After all, Wu Bin's fire was too sudden and too accidental.

It is certainly topical to have a heart attack due to eating hot pot in the dormitory.

But getting sick is a one-time thing, and it seems unnecessary to be a long-term follow-up subject.

Zheng He looked at the data again, gritted his teeth, and signed his name on the application form.

Take a gamble!
In case the fire out!
……

Hospital, single room.

After waking up, Wu Bin was sitting on the bed, enjoying the feeding service of the nurse.

Although he emphasized more than once that he was fine.

However, under the strong request of Xu Wenyao and Li Guotai, Wu Bin still lived a life of having to stretch out his hands for food and open his mouth for clothes.

"Classmate Wu Bin, do you really not feel anything strange now?"

He Bingbing sat next to him, holding the microphone, showing her professionalism.

This morning the director approved her application.

So from now on, three photographers will follow Wu Bin throughout the whole process, and the live broadcast room will be open 24 hours a day.

Of course, all this was approved by Wu Bin himself.

The two parties also negotiated and signed a contract on details such as gifts and rewards in the live broadcast room.

"Thank you, Miss He, for your relationship. I am indeed much better now. My heart no longer hurts and I feel relaxed all over."

From the moment he woke up, Wu Bin felt that his heart had become stronger.

What organ is the heart?
The center that supplies blood to the body, supplies blood, and pumps blood.

Equivalent to a racing car engine.

Now his heart is probably the strongest in the world.

Can he not feel relaxed?

However, before Wu Bin could be happy for too long, the system prompt sounded in his mind again.

Ding.

[Congratulations to the host, a disease has been successfully cured and 100 life coins have been obtained]

[New diseases are ready for you, please select]

Wu Bin's expression suddenly changed.

I rely on!

This dog system is never finished!
Come again?

(End of this chapter)