Rebirth: I Am the King of Live Broadcasting

At the age of thirty-five, Chen Mo died at his workstation. At the moment when my heart stopped, the reward list of the live broadcast room was still scrolling on the screen. He has been operating for others for half his life - creating stars, casting people, controlling reviews, calculating data, pushing amateurs to the throne one after another, and he will always be the shadow behind the scenes. The final thought is: I have written a lifetime of stories for others, what about my own? Then he opened his eyes. 2016. College graduation ceremony. The eve of the Chibo War. Yingke, Huajiao, Panda, Douyu—hundreds of platforms are crowded together to fight. TikTok is not online yet. Station B is not yet listed. The glory of the king is just hot. The term live streaming has not been invented yet. And in his mind, he holds the memories of this industry for the next ten years. Who will win, who will die, which track is a gold mine and which road is a dead end - he knows it all. But knowing the future is one thing, and whether you dare to bet on it is another. Moreover, rebirth was far from as simple as he thought. Memories will be blurred, changes will have a chain reaction, and the more you use it, the more uncontrollable it becomes. What was even more troublesome was that the person he regretted most in his previous life was standing in the crowd at the graduation ceremony, smiling at him. —— Chen Mo: "Let's run the data first." Lin Wan: "Why do you sound so businesslike when you talk?" Su Nian: "Okay, I believe you once. Just once." Zhao Beichen: "There is a bug in your logic, it's like an infinite loop." —— This is the story of the rebirth of a behind-the-scenes operator. It is also the story of a man who finally learned to come to the front of the stage.