March 27th.
This was just a very ordinary day, without any wind or clouds!
At Shanghai's Oriental Sports Center, a short man with a camera hanging on his chest appeared at the door.
He looked at the huge waiting line at the door.
He was stunned!
It was a dark mass. He roughly counted.
They were flabbergasted. There were already a hundred media outlets present.
There were three or four reporters, cameramen, and directors. There were at least 200 people at the scene.
He looked at the professional cameras that others carried and then looked at the domestic camera in his hand.
He wanted to cry. He was too embarrassed to take it out.
However, he still had to complete the mission.
After snapping a few photos, he immediately turned on his phone and logged into the Sky Cliff Forum.
"Brothers, God Lin's press conference is about to begin. I'm already at the scene.”
This little guy was not handsome, Qingcheng. His real name was Song Qing.
The Sky Cliff Forum had long been looking forward to the opening of Lin Cheng's press conference. After a few days of publicity, every media outlet knew that this press conference would attract the attention of tens of millions of netizens across the country. Even after Lin Cheng appeared on the news broadcast last night, this number would be even more terrifying.
The media outlets could already imagine this kind of popularity.
Sky Cliff had also decided to participate in this press conference. After finding someone to get a media participation ticket, he planned to send someone to participate.
However, due to the tight schedule, this important task fell on the deputy moderator, Unhandsome Qingcheng, who was in Shanghai.
Due to the limitation of the network speed and platform, Sky Cliff decided to refer to the most popular text broadcast method.
In the beginning, this kind of text broadcast was born out of NBA sports live broadcast. A large number of basketball fans could not stay in front of the TV. They could only hold the function phone and browse the news on the sports network to watch the text broadcast.
Then, this method of live broadcasting began to spread and was applied to various sports events.
There was once a time when the audience didn't even watch the live broadcast of an eSports competition. They would be excited for a long time just by seeing a few lines of text refresh and who had the advantage and who had obtained the Baron.
However, since it was his first time doing a text livestream, Tian Ya was not very familiar with it. He only posted a post labeled "Text Livestream-God Lin's Conference" at the top of the news section.
There was no site-wide announcement.
But even so, when Song Qing's news was first sent out.
Countless comments flooded the post.
"Has it started? I'm so excited."
"A text broadcast? Sky Cliff is indeed extraordinary."
"I want to see the picture. OP, can you send me the picture?”
"OP, broadcast the entire process. Don't miss any key information. I really want to know what good news God Lin will announce at this press conference.”
"That's right, that's right. I can't wait anymore.”
There was an endless stream of comments, and some netizens were already feeling stuck.
"What the hell? Even a text broadcast could be blocked? I can't refresh it."
"Mine is also stuck. I've called more than ten times.”
A series of comments emerged one after another, and Sky Cliff's CEO was already stationed backstage.
Seeing that the data of the post kept surging, and in just a few minutes, there were millions of users pouring in, he was shocked. As expected, God Lin's popularity was extraordinary.
It was only five o'clock in the afternoon, and there were still four hours before the press conference began. He did not expect so many people to pay attention to it.
However, bad news also came.
"What server is down?”
"Trash, didn't I tell you to prepare in advance?”
"Use all the backup servers and rent ten temporary servers for me.”
Song Qing, who was at the scene, was already shocked by the popularity of the post.
However, he still braced himself and continued typing.
"God Lin's press conference will be held at Shanghai's Oriental Sports Center. This is a large stadium that can accommodate 30,000 people.”
"There's still about half an hour before the entrance time, but brothers, there are already more than 300 media outlets here.”
"OP is holding a camera alone and is at the end of the line. Because it's not a smartphone, I can't upload photos. However, I've already taken a lot of photos. After the press conference, I'll go to the nearby Internet cafe and upload them to everyone.”
After posting this, he stopped and planned to see which media outlets were present.
However, under his post, the netizens 'enthusiasm for replying did not diminish at all.
"Oriental Sports Center? I'm nearby. I really want to go, but I don't have an entrance ticket. Can you bring me in?”
"Haha, I can already imagine how weak and helpless the Tower Lord must be.”
"Is that a girl upstairs? If it's a girl, the OP might bring you in.”
"A delicate body and weak body are easy to push down."
"Haha, Tower Lord, seize this opportunity!”
Song Qing didn't notice that someone had already come to meet him in the comments section.
At this moment, his eyes were fixed on the entrance of the media.
That was Central TV!
Oh my god! Central TV actually sent a reporter over.
There was also the person behind Central TV. His interview signboard read National Daily.
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