There Are No Dead People in the Live Broadcast Room

Head anchor Lin Wanwan died. He died in a live broadcast with over 10 million viewers. Everyone thought this would be the last time she would appear in front of the camera. But at eight o'clock the next night, her live broadcast room lit up on time. Lin Wanwan on the screen was wearing the white dress from last night and said with a smile: "Good evening, family. The first item today is a secret I want to sell." Three million people flocked to the live broadcast room. Some say it's a script, some say it's AI, and some say even a dead person can't stop capital from making money. Only Chen Mo knew that this was no ordinary live broadcast accident. Ten years ago, he was a poor reporter who personally turned a county clothing store clerk into a super anchor with tens of millions of fans; ten years later, he has become the MCN trader who knows best about traffic, characters, and how to create "reality." He has created love, tears, counterattacks, and countless lives that the audience is convinced of. But when Lin Wanwan was still able to continue live broadcasting after his death, he discovered for the first time—— This industry no longer needs real people. From show live broadcast, top brother, MCN, guild PK, to live broadcast of goods, the lowest price on the entire network, house collapse storm, to digital human anchors and algorithmic traffic, this is a carnival that lasts for ten years. Everyone wants to be famous. Everyone wants to make money. But no one has ever asked: When one is left with only data, tags and conversion rates - Is the person alive in the camera still the same person? The live broadcast can end. The account will not. People will die. Traffic won't. ——"There are no dead people in the live broadcast room"