Rebirth: I Want to Surf

Today is fine!

In the morning, Han Tao said something as soon as he stepped into the office.

Liu Weiwei immediately responded, saying, It's been very windy these past few days, at least it's a little bit less windy today.

Didn't it say there might be a sandstorm?

Then who knows, the forecast is not accurate. Hey, do you remember the sandstorm last year? Two people died at that time.

I know! It was the two workers who were working on the roof, and they were thrown off in one fell swoop.

That's nothing, there is a restaurant next to my house, and the chimney is blown crooked.

This shit is still hosting the Olympics!

When going to work in the morning, everyone has to chat for a while before getting into work.

Yao Yuan usually doesn't care, but sometimes joins in. Holding a cup of coffee, he walked up to Han Tao and said, Your game system needs to be changed.

Well, how to change it?

Han Tao listened attentively.

Don't stretch the battle line too long. In the three days at the end of the month, life and death will be decided even in the final battle. It is necessary to create an intense and tense atmosphere, so the blood bar is very important.

Health bar? The kind of blood bar in the game?

That's right, if you make the game concrete, the atmosphere will come out. No matter how perfect you are, I will also formulate rewards and punishments here to make the gameplay more interesting.

After Yao Yuan instructed Han Tao, he went to the chat service center again, and the girls in the day shift had already started working. He looked at it for a while, but still didn't bother, and waited for the detailed rules to come out and discuss them together.

In the live broadcast industry of later generations, playing PK is the core gameplay.

Streamers and platforms rely on gifts to make money, and if they want fans and passers-by to buy gifts, they must have a legitimate reason, so playing PK came into being.

The two anchors connect and set a punishment. Whoever receives the most gifts within 5 minutes wins.

A big anchor can earn tens of thousands of yuan just by playing PK. He goes online for three or four hours a day, reads a few speeches, plays a few PK games, and easily earns millions or tens of millions a month.

The state has issued various regulations to restrict this thing, but all parties know it well.

The game of swiping gifts is not prohibited. Everything is bullshit. Will the country ban it? Of course not, once the live broadcast industry is destroyed, flexible employment will become a reality.

Who will take over?

The office was quiet, only the sound of clicking the mouse and keyboard could be heard, and in the chat center just across the door, the girls were flirting as usual.

What a dull day...

Yao Yuan was fiddling with the cup, but before he could utter the last word Ah, he suddenly felt that the sky seemed to be overcast. 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 was raining?

Everyone raised their heads one after another, Yao Yuan walked to the window and looked out.

The weather that was fine in the morning has completely changed, the sun has disappeared, the sky seems to hold up a huge black umbrella, and the ground has fallen into a dim state, showing a strange yellow color.

The yellow color was like a dirty rag that had wiped the table, and it urgently needed to be rinsed in the water. The air was turbid, and the sand and dust quickly filled the area of ​​Tuanjie Lake.

Fuck! Say what you say!

This momentum is not small. I don't know if it can surpass the previous year.

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 cloudy sky joy attribute brought by his bones, since he was a child, whenever it is windy, rainy, snowy and sandy, he is very happy.

And he looked at it for a while, then slapped his head suddenly, and said: Work has started! Work has started!

Liu Weiwei, you take a few photos and post them in your weblog, and pin it to the top of the public channel.

Wu Jun, you write an article and post it.

Don't you all have an account? Each of you should write at least one article, and just write 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, that...

Liu Weiwei pulled out a mask and chased after him: You wear a mask!

Yao Yuan took Dai Hao, and said: You organize it, it's best to mobilize netizens, and be careful not to reveal our address.

He wiped his body and went downstairs, stood on the side of the street and took a look, good guy! After such a short period of time, the sky became darker and the visibility dropped rapidly. The adjacent Jinhuyuan apartment was still clear, and the buildings farther away were only shadows.

Good news!

Yao Yuan nodded, like this kind of extreme weather affecting a city, just watching TV and reading newspapers is not enough to get a glimpse of it. Because everyone is in it and everyone has their own feelings.

They urgently need a voice channel, that is, the Internet.

How did American bloggers start? It was because of 911 that a large number of witnesses and personal experiencers posted logs on the Internet, which drove the popularity of blogs.

The nature of the dust storm is the same today, and it 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 a few times before he stopped a taxi and said, Turn around as you please, I'll take some photos. If you use the meter, go according to the meter. If you don't use the meter, you will charge a price.

How long are you waiting for?

It's probably half a day.

...

The driver looked at the sky, and raised two fingers: 200.

Walk!

The taxi started slowly and merged into the traffic flow.

It's not a traffic jam, but it's just driving slowly. Every car has its lights on and drives carefully. Those farther away can't even see the traffic lights.

Yao Yuan asked the driver to go north to Sanlitun and the embassy area. All the way, he felt that the whole city was wrapped in yellow sand. The famous shopping malls and office buildings were only visible at the moment. The only thing that could be seen clearly was the rows of Neat and bright windows.

The taxi stopped from time to time, and he came down to take pictures.

Wearing a mask is also full of dirt, the nose is full of choking dust, and the clothes around the body are dry and rough, as if wrapped in a layer of bark.

Close the door! Close the door!

Fuck!

Hoo...hoo...

Yao Yuan jumped into the car, slammed the door behind him, and the two left the place as if they were fleeing for refuge.

Are you a reporter?

No, I do the website.

The website, it's pretty much the same anyway, they all report the news...Let me tell you, the sandstorm in the capital...

My brother loves to chat, and the chat can't be finished. As soon as the chat box opened, Balabala began to tell an old Beijinger's memories of the sandstorm.

It's all trivial. It was more serious before. I remember it was like 1966. I was only a teenager. The guy scraped the sand for 20 days. At that time, the sand was also big, and it creaked like a small stone when chewing. Now It’s fine sand, far from it…”

According to what you said, the sand has been upgraded.

Shouldn't it be upgraded? China has joined the WTO, and the sand must meet international standards. When the Olympics start, and foreigners come, hey, let's call it authentic!

There is a petty bourgeois catchphrase in later generations: When it snows in the capital, it looks like Beiping.

This is wrong, it should be: The sky in the capital is yellow, just like Beiping.

Beiping in the old photos has a yellowish background.

(besides……)