Lin Zhi's book planned to ask him to wait. There were more people in the live broadcast room and read the notes. He never thought that the number of viewers had exceeded 100,000, and he rubbed his eyes and couldn't believe it. As a result, after rubbing his eyes, the number of viewers became 120,000, and he continued to jump at a speed of several thousand per second.

She teased, "It's not bad. You're actually popular? Are you a big or a small number of people?"

Shen Chong was too lazy to pay attention to her, "Go and go, are you still paying attention to these things? Go and go."

At this time, the camera in the live broadcast screen faces the ceiling. Although there is no figure, the audience can hear the voices of the two.

"Don't be busy, let me see. Tsk tsk, Shen Chong, you can't do it. Look at other people's popularity indexes that are always one or two million. What's wrong with you? Why are there only a hundred thousand people?"

Shen Chong curled his lips, "What do you know? The number of people here does not contain water. If it is converted to someone else's, it will cost at least one or two million."

"Then you are not bad. I heard Lin Youyue say before that the signing fee for a anchor with a popularity of more than one million yuan is tens of millions a year. I think you can just switch to the industry and become an anchor."

"I said to my child's mother, Mr. Lin, are you very idle today? What are you doing? Don't make trouble? I'll close the live broadcast after reading the notes."

"Okay, you read it."

Shen Chong took the microphone closer and tapped it gently.

Usually, Lin Zhishu would occasionally hold video conferences here, but these live broadcast kits worked together.

"Hello everyone, everyone, I am Shen Chong. My wife asked me to read a note, the content is as follows. Luo Wanrong, I will repay you with a drop of water. OK, is that okay?"

"I said why did you say that I asked you to read it? As long as you say it out, others will naturally know that it is what I mean. You are so imposing!"

"Okay, okay, I'm all old, be calm."

"What do you say again?"

"Well……"

"Forget it, I'm too lazy to pay attention to you, I'll take a look at the barrage."

Lin Zhishu popped up Shen Chong's barrage again, glanced at him, then turned around and left.

Brother Shen turned his head blankly to look at the screen, and the child's mother was shy.

The content of the barrage is very lively, with both the "dialects" of various countries that he cannot understand, and more of them are Chinese jokes.

"I can't help eating this bite of dog food! I will report it and turn right for three consecutive times, say goodbye!"

"I lived to be twenty years old. The first time I ate such expensive dog food, a hundred billion, it's too much!"

"I called the police and my mother asked me why I was unhappy."

...

Shen Chong looked confused. Why are people nowadays so fragile? Is this called showing off their dog food?

He scratched his head straight, speechless.

God is pitiful. He ate dog food for his whole life in his previous life, but he really couldn't get it. This is the point of showing dog food.

"Uh, forget it. That... everyone, I'm actually fine when I start a live broadcast today. Oh, by the way, I believe many people have seen the announcement of Shenglin Group, right? Yes, what I wrote the day before yesterday is a power management system for new energy vehicles. It has now passed the acceptance of Shenglin Group. I will continue to improve and optimize this system."

As Shen Chongzheng said, a barrage floated across the screen and asked him why he didn't finish writing the entire system in the live broadcast, and if he turned around and went to find a gun to write on his behalf.

He smiled and first gave the "enthusiastic netizen" an ip Yongfeng, saying, "A friend just said it well, why didn't I finish the stuff in the live broadcast? I gave this friend ten likes to give this friend's talent, are you stupid? I've finished writing it so that others can copy it? Okay, today's live broadcast ends here, everyone... Okay... I shouldn't start the live broadcast again another day, say goodbye."

He has only started the broadcast less than five minutes later. He wants to run away after sprinkling dog food. How could the barrage water lover agree?

He originally planned to ignore it and flash it directly, but a message came out from the barrage, which was caught by him.

"Hello, Chen, I am Betzmann, a colleague of yours. I admire you very much. Can you start live programming again? Thank you very much."

Shen Chong suddenly became interested. He knew that the top five programming giants in the world were also a top system siege lion and a guest of honor for many Silicon Valley giants.

Of course, it may also be impersonated by [31 Novel Network], but this does not matter.

In short, this audience is definitely different from other people who watch the fun and are not interested in the big deal. They are traveling with each other.

Shen Chong is not interested in the live broadcast industry, but he has a natural affection for the programmer peers in this world.

It’s true that this is called Bezmann’s head. Many taciturn programmer colleagues have been furious, expressing their hope to see Mr. Chen perform again and write anything. Of course, this time it’s best to get a finished product at once, so that everyone can kneel down more devoutly.

Shen Chong thought about it, and it was unbearable to have itchy and the power management system was inconvenient to leak, but it was still okay to think of a small idea to show it out.

He asked, "Okay, since everyone sincerely requests, I'll be very excited... Ahem, in short, what do you want to read me to write?"

"Get a small game, it's so convenient to experience."

"top!"

"Although I'm not a programmer, I'm playing games. The games are so deserted recently. Please take them away!"

Shen Chong looked at the barrage all over the screen, and he was indeed a must-have for the game live broadcast. Ninety percent of them were asking for games.

His eyes turned around. Anyway, he had to look for Xiang Mengxi to talk about cooperation. Why would he take the opportunity to get a bottom?

He snapped his fingers and said, "I'm such a fucking genius!"

"Okay, then write a game. Everyone, wait, I'll think about it."

He began to lean on Lao Lin's chair and get into the exam for a long time.

He needs a creativity.

First of all, this game is simple, easy to learn and easy to get started.

After all, it's just a small game, so there's no need to be as scary as a 3a masterpiece.

How easy is it to get started?

It is best if Xinxin can play, and you can put it on your tablet and use it as a small gift for her.

Of course, the content and upper limit of the game must be a bit more impressive, and it must be difficult to pass the level and has a certain degree of playability.

After all, this game is related to Chongxin Hi-Tech's game segment business. Don't just make a trash game that can ruin brands just to save trouble.

Finally, the game must have certain characteristics and be quite viral to trigger the first shot in the game business.

To be honest, he actually wanted to create originals, but some games that caused him to smash the keyboard in his previous life were too impressed. After a few dozen seconds of thinking about it, the demon came from the depths of his mind and used an overwhelming advantage to stomp all other alternatives and personal creativity.

Shen Chong sat up and went online to check the weights, confirming that there were no old perverts in this world that made the game in advance, and there was no highly similar game interface that could cause misunderstandings.

Very good, ready to start construction.

He beat in the live broadcast interface, "Everyone waits for ten minutes, I have to change a computer. My wife's computer does not have a digital tablet, so I'll flash it first."

After saying that, he didn't watch the barrage, and he would turn off the live broadcast and flicker.

"Where are you going?"

He had just left the study room and was supervising Lin Zhishu, who was supervising Xinxin's short stories of Chinese studies, looked up and asked.

Shen Chong rushed out of the living room, "You don't have a digital tablet or drawing kit, I have to go home and start a live broadcast, let's go first."

After saying that, without waiting for Lin Zhishu to express any comments, he ran away without a trace.

Looking at his cheerful back, Lin Zhishu curled his lips.

How charming is your broken computer?

Jiang Yu walked out again, Lin Zhishu rolled his eyes, "Sister Jiang, go back and take a few photos at his house and see which accessories he has connected to the computer. Isn't there a small study room that is vacant there? Just make a set according to his habits."

Jiang Yu agreed, but didn't take it seriously.

Lin Zhishu made a mistake.

For a veteran like Shen Chong, his computer is not just a simple hardware combination, but more importantly, there are countless software installed in it, different hard disks and software partitions, different icon arrangements, and even the browser interface has personalized settings.

Every technician's computer has been trained by him for many years. It is no longer a bunch of dead objects. Every detail inside perfectly fits the user's personal habits, just like his soul mate.

Lin Zhishu can let Jiang Yu imitate the hardware configuration of Shen Chong's personal studio, but he cannot imitate the hardware soul cultivated by Shen Chong's long-term personal training of the system.

After returning to his study, Shen Chong started the live broadcast in a quick way, and then created a txt document and wrote it on the book.

Game name: To overcome difficulties with Bennett Shen Fudi, also known as the ground digging or the man in the jar.

A bunch of complaints popped up in the barrage, and everyone said that they couldn't understand what he was going to do, such a broken game, and the unlucky game name, which made people feel bored and drowsy at first glance.

Shen Chong only sneered at these cold words.

Everyone, feel the malice from another world!

Finally, take a look at your keyboard, mouse and monitors, because they are going to say goodbye to you!

Three hours, from the original painting art to the front and back ends, Shen Chong used his own strength to replicate the canister who had tortured countless people in his previous life to death.

He had to admit that plagiarism was addicted to it.

Of course, this is just because he is in a hurry. As long as he wants, he can surpass himself and get something different based on plagiarism.

For example, the complete set of power management solutions, he really planned to copy Tesla's overall solution from the bottom-level drive to charging and discharge microcontroller, which was basically perfectly replicated.

But he is still planning to expand the scope of application of this solution to more areas, which is beyond Tesla's scope and belongs to his personal original works.

Although this matter cannot be achieved overnight, at least he has set the direction and when Chongxin New Energy officially starts construction, he will bring in more battery packs at Shenglin Group, and the subsequent plan will be started immediately.

Before publishing "The Man in the Can" for free, Brother Shen had more thoughts and embedded a donation model in it.

Being a pure copy brother, I feel a little embarrassed to pay for downloading directly, but we are starting the donation mode. Give some if you want to, and just play whatever you don’t want.

After the announcement was made, Shen Chong posted the broadcast and then sent Lin Zhishu's email to the file package. The email said that this is a puzzle game he made casually. Your monitor is more eye-protective. When the time is right, Xinxin can play.
To be continued...