On the first day of the live broadcast in Tibet, my live broadcast room was cut off by the supervisor because I said "queue behind" to the deserted wasteland. The barrage only had time to display a row of question marks before the server crashed. No one knows, but in my eyes this place is packed with hundreds of "people". Millions of old fans were confused on the spot. They dug up my live broadcast on the farm half a year ago overnight and found that I had been feeding chickens to the air for three months without revealing any secrets. As a result, the next day, the official issued an announcement overnight: the only certified supernatural anchor on the entire network. A contract was signed, a lawyer was appointed, and the eminent monks, thousand-armed skeletons, and mountaintop snowmen that appeared in the camera were all treated as special effects. Now it is broadcast every night, and two billion people are watching the platform. I'm not broadcasting supernatural phenomena - I'm broadcasting the truth of another world to this world. Last month's income was equivalent to that of an ordinary person working for 500 years.
