Boss Lu: A reborn life is destined to be without regrets!
Chapter 78 - 72. What is the monetization ceiling?

Chapter 78: 72. What is the monetization ceiling?

The chosen ones do not need a buffer.

Just like Heavenly Silkworm Potato in the online literature industry, who swept across the internet at the age of nineteen, today’s Mou Keyan also faintly exhibited the flair of top streamers.

She did see the planes and rockets on both sides of her livestream, but she paid them no mind.

First, she smiled at her audience and bowed.

Then she raised her wrist, combed through her misplaced fringe, tried to regulate her breathing, and took two steps towards the screen.

She held her chest, moved the mouse, and clicked to play the next music.

She had never studied psychology, didn’t know what the peak-end rule meant, nor did she understand the perfect livestream rhythm.

All she felt was that the last song...

was truly exhilarating!

The beat was explosive, full of energy, so much so that it felt like she had unlocked all her meridians, her inspiration fiery hot.

Yes, inspiration is needed even in freestyle dancing.

As if a voice in the darkness was telling her,

Mou Keyan, keep dancing, don’t stop.

...

In the 2014 livestream industry, only a few platforms dominated.

The newly entered Douyu, YY which was the precursor to Huya, and Zhanqi which had official backing.

With official streams pushing it, one shared with ten, ten shared with a hundred, Fairy Miao’s livestream quickly fermented within the circle.

Every slightly famous host on Douyu, whether outdoor, leisure, or game hosts, were now drawn to 22619 by the torrent of barrage from the room’s fans.

These are the big brothers with traffic and real skills; usually, they do not chat but just watch silently, enjoying the show with the fans.

Until a dance called "Swinging Pendulum" appeared.

It’s unclear why.

Usually, the barrage gods could fill a whole series with their banter, drop their pants and build a whole clothing wholesale city on the spot, crying catheads their camouflage, and ferocious words the roaring of their engines at full throttle.

Take their cars into the wilds, into the sea, into uninhabited areas.

But after "Swinging Pendulum," the barrage unexpectedly quieted down, and surprisingly started flooding the stream with gifts.

The most frequent words turned out to be thank you.

Maybe the thanks weren’t meant for a specific person or a singular dance performance.

But rather, it reflected the aspiration towards an ideal female image, the embodiment of desirable qualities, the highest praise for those who brought joy and excitement into their lives.

Inexpressible gratitude, only disposable income could show their thanks.

Fans sent gifts as thanks for quality content.

Hosts sent gifts as an homage to the new goddess of the dance section.

Now even dance hosts from other platforms came to Mou Keyan’s livestream to send gifts.

Dancing synchronously on three screens, thanking the one who dared eat the crab first opened a new world right?

Deng Yuan witnessed his rank fall from first to fifth, and then...

he couldn’t see it anymore.

"Brother Deng, you’re not topping the leaderboards anymore?"

His roommate noticed Deng Yuan sweating palms and posed a tricky question.

"Fuck your mother’s asshole!"

Deng Yuan immediately lost his cool and cursed aloud.

"At least ten million spent on the top rank! Do you think I’m a fucking idiot?"

On the shiny leaderboard, a rustic five-letter ID had already replaced it.

[It’s Principal Wang]

This guy showing up here, how could he keep spending?

Wouldn’t that just be throwing money away?

For the first time, Deng Yuan felt that Mou Keyan on the screen was far, far away from him.

The familiar voice rang in his ears again, as the host Fairy Miao briefly adjusted her breath and continued.

"The last song of the night is called ’Party Train.’"

"It’s another one of my choreographies, I call it..."

"—Ride the Train!"

Next second.

Snap of the fingers, toss of the head, the sound of a steam engine whistled.

Mou Keyan drove a train that crushed the era.

The sound rumbled.

...

Driving a train was a classic in the future world of live streaming.

Speaking of influence, it was far more iconic than the pendulum ride.

Not to mention broadcasters of all sizes, but any dance aficionados might have tried it at home in front of the mirror.

Even more so, some had feasted in the dance section just by using this one move.

Every "train driving" had different uniform play; sometimes, it was a big-eyed cute maid, other times a golden-haired, blue-eyed exotic Dancing Girl.

Although it was the same set of movements, each dance, paired with different outfits, had its uniquely tailored flavor.

Just like the cooperation between Star Iron and Dota2 in the future, turning the train into a rolling feast.

This itself proved the enormous magic of the train driving dance.

A broadcaster capable of perfectly mastering this dance would surely have a popular live stream.

For instance, the famous Dancing Girl Minana from a future live streaming platform—men’s fuel station, women’s beauty salon, everyone’s wife.

When the pendulum dance ended, it was the moment when the live stream’s popularity peaked, and gifts exploded.

Mou Keyan didn’t rest, didn’t pause to thank for the gifts, nor chatted with the viewers.

She flawlessly caught this wave of overwhelming traffic and seamlessly started the next dance.

The whistle blew gently, and the drumbeats thundered.

Everything seemed as if it naturally belonged to her, so graceful.

At that moment, numerous workers worn down by their jobs, insomniacs feeling emo at night, met in everyone’s happy home—the live stream of Fairy Miao.

They all witnessed, with their own eyes, the rise of the newcomer broadcaster, Fairy Miao.

From zero popularity to ruling as the top in the dance section, to being the undisputed king of evening traffic.

...

Next door to the live room.

Mr. Lu leaned against the bed headrest with a cigarette dangling from his lips, legs crossed, with a tablet showing the live stream resting on his thigh.

What’s called the ceiling of monetization?

As the final dance ended, he crudely estimated in his mind that tonight’s live stream revenue probably broke two hundred thousand.

At the Doyu’s nascent stage, that was an astounding figure.

After subtracting the platform’s cut and paying taxes as per regulations, Golden Stone Studio would make over 40% profit in just one night.

At least eighty thousand!

He hadn’t even opened the studio’s data statistics yet and knew they had really taken off.

These days, like Weibo internet celebrities doing promotions, B-site celebrities running ads...

In terms of monetization capability, compared to his approach.

They were all novices!

"Thank you everyone~ There are too many gifts, I can’t thank you all one by one."

"The brothers who meet the conditions to join the live chat group can PM the room manager at Golden Stone Studio, the specific time for the next live stream will be notified within the group."

"That’s all for today, good night everyone!"

The broadcaster Fairy Miao clicked her mouse, and the live room turned into a thin black line.

But the gifts sporadically continued to rise, just like the lingering fireworks.

She pushed the table forcefully, increasing the distance between the ergonomic chair and the screen, dashed towards the door barefoot, not even glancing at those high heels.

The girl pulled open the tightly closed door of the live room, her temples still damp with a hint of sweat.

The next moment, she pushed open the bedroom door, which was slightly ajar, and with her thighs powering her leap, she flung her arms wide open toward the man who smiled with a curl of his lips, charging fiercely into his embrace.

Her eyes bright and her face picturesque, a smile graced her lips.

She hadn’t spoken yet, but her expression was already brimming with allure.

"Mr. Lu~"

"How was my performance!"

In fact, she knew, and he knew too.

Their lives, from this moment on.

Were no longer ordinary.