pjbooks Chapter 9: [Thank You]
Chapter 9: [Thank You]
The next day, the first thing Liu Zhuohao did upon opening his eyes was not to get out of bed, but to reach for his Redmi phone on the bedside table and open Bilibili.
He had a small hope in his heart: maybe, after a night of fermentation, the number of views could break a thousand? That would be a great start.
As Liu Zhuohao walked towards the sink, his screen lit up, displaying background data:
Views: 587.
The moment the numbers appeared, the little bit of expectation in his heart burst like a balloon punctured by a needle.
"Only 587..."
But as he subconsciously continued looking down, his breath hitched slightly:
Likes: 189.
Coin: 105.
Number of favorites: 93.
Number of comments: 81.
After editing and uploading the video in the afternoon, the actual release time was around 6 PM. Over the course of the night, the video's performance was unremarkable.
But Liu Zhuohao's lips slowly curled up.
"It's done."
He muttered something under his breath, then his phone screen went back to the account's follower count—93 followers!
The account only had 93 followers, but its first video received 81 comments!
What does this mean?
This means that your account data is completely genuine, without any manipulation whatsoever, and consists entirely of real users!
When Liu Zhuohao first saw the 587 views, he was a little disappointed. He had forgotten that this was not 25 years ago, not the era of inflated data!
In the past 25 years, whether it's Bilibili, Douyu, Douyin, or various other platforms, the number of followers, views, and bullet comments have almost all been fabricated.
Or perhaps the streamer himself shut down the server and bought zombie powder.
Or the platform itself may be deliberately fabricating data to create the illusion of high user activity.
But it's 14 now, and there aren't that many robots or that much fake data yet.
At least, given Bilibili's current size, it can't fake it.
At this moment, it's more like a community than a video website.
Therefore, despite having such pure user data, Liu Zhuohao currently has no way to monetize it.
Currently, Bilibili (the website) does not have an incentive program. As a blogger on this site, without fans spending money to support you, you can only "generate content out of love."
No, at this point in time, it doesn't even have a charging function!
In other words, there is no way to generate income through video views, likes, or favorites.
Unless you have a certain number of followers, you can't monetize your traffic through business opportunities on Bilibili or through your own network of contacts.
"If I had a million followers right now..."
Liu Zhuohao was lost in thought.
With such pure data, being a blogger with millions of followers now means that as long as you post a video, regardless of other data, as long as half or a third of the followers are willing to leave a free comment.
Then, your comment section will have at least 200,000 comments!
If I switch from Bilibili to another video platform, I can immediately bring at least hundreds of thousands of daily active users to that platform!
If you put it in 25 years, it would mean that you had just joined the struggling Huya platform and immediately ascended to the throne of Huya's number one influencer!
"How much would it cost to sign a contract with a legend like me?!"
Liu Zhuohao brushed his teeth, the toothpaste foam splashing everywhere with delight.
But as he smiled, the curve of his lips gradually faded.
This is an opportunity.
This pristine environment and this valuable user base are hard-won.
Based on what I understand, Bilibili will begin its initial commercialization next year, which means taking down unlicensed reposted videos, purchasing anime series for a fee, and trying out GG integration... a series of operations.
We must seize the opportunity and establish connections with users before the platform deteriorates, capital floods in, and users become restless.
Time is actually tighter than we imagine.
Thinking of this, Liu Zhuohao brushed his teeth while browsing the comments on his phone.
A high school sophomore slacking off: "Good luck, senior! After watching the video, I uninstalled the game and did two practice tests in one night!"
He pondered for a moment, then clicked to reply: "I hope what you're saying is true."
If you're going to buy something, buy Jin Ke La: "The crust is very flaky and layered, the technique is professional, and you can make four at once. Does your family run a business?"
Liu Zhuohao paused, carefully choosing his words, "Competitor? Boss, you have a very professional eye, but I'm self-taught; no one in my family is in business."
Summer Solstice Not Yet Here: "The uploader's voice is so soothing. Could you talk more? On your days off, I feel like you could film some everyday moments?"
Misaka Mikoto: "Even though I don't eat green onions, this looks so hungry! I've liked, commented, and subscribed three times already, looking forward to the next update!"
The 11th Vongola: "Senior, I'm here~~~"
He responded to every comment in the comment section as much as possible and analyzed his "user group".
They acted with goodwill.
25 years ago, the comment sections of many apps were filled with repetitive comments, trolling, emojis, trolls, and envious remarks...
"If it's 25 years..."
Liu Zhuohao tiptoed to turn off the living room lights, slung his bag over his shoulder, and took two plastic baskets downstairs. "Right now, the comments section will mostly, no, it will definitely be filled with a cost monster, calculating the cost price of pancakes, sausages, and so on, and then someone will start arguing with him."
He murmured, his face bearing the knowing helplessness of someone who had been through it all.
But then, as if remembering something, Liu Zhuohao let out a soft "heh".
"It doesn't necessarily have to wait until 25 years."
He loaded the plastic basket onto his bicycle and pushed it away from the security door. It was still dark, and the streetlights shone on him. "If I hadn't posted this on Bilibili, but on Diba..."
……
……
Perhaps because of his performance yesterday, which reassured his father, Liu Zhuohao was not "picked up" today. Instead, he rode his bicycle to the wholesale market to pick up goods and then went to school.
But because of this, he was able to record for longer periods of time.
On the second day of setting up his stall, Liu Zhuohao's mood was no longer as anxious as it had been the day before.
Around 6 a.m., some of the boarding students had just gotten up when their stalls already had customers.
After all, I didn't see a single negative comment in the comment section of my own video.
My homemade scallion pancakes were well-received for their taste.
A somewhat shy boy wearing glasses whispered as he handed over the money, "Senior, I'm a 'slacker in my second year of high school,' but I actually did two practice tests last night."
Liu Zhuohao was taken aback for a moment, then laughed and added another slice of bacon to his plate: "You keep your word, impressive. This slice is on me."
Another girl with a single ponytail came in to buy a pancake and whispered, "Boss, I think your voice is really nice. Can you record some other videos documenting your life in the future? I'm 'Summer Solstice'."
Liu Zhuohao's hand trembled, and his heart was slightly jolted.
He nodded: "Okay, but we'll have to wait until later. After all, my main focus right now is earning money to support my family..."
"Senior, I've liked, favorited, and given you a coin for your video!"
"I checked yesterday, senior, you've almost reached a hundred followers!"
"Senior, do you know that cat that bites?"
……
The words left in the comments section transformed into vivid, living people who appeared before their eyes, and these people were their fans.
This feeling is very subtle.
And there will only be more and more fans like this in the future, because they are standing on the foundation of the "real economy" and get to know them first, and then they pay attention to them.
It's not that they met each other online first and then met in real life!
"Your business looks to be doing very well."
A familiar female voice rang out. Liu Zhuohao had just handed a pancake to a student when a familiar yet unfamiliar face appeared before him.
—Huang Haili.
His ex-girlfriend, his second girlfriend.
But in a sense, it can also be considered my first love.
In high school, I had a crush on her. She was very active in class and quite pretty.
But it wasn't until they met again in Huacheng after graduating from university that they truly began their relationship and confirmed their commitment.
In Liu Zhuohao's eyes, the image of the girl with a single ponytail and a bright smile on her face flashed and overlapped rapidly with the image of the woman with chestnut hair, a small tattoo on her arm, and a discerning eye.
In a daze, he could even smell that suffocating scent mixed with perfume and cigarette smoke from his memory.
Did you receive a bonus recently?
"What's wrong with buying me a bag for Christmas? I've hinted at it so many times!"
"Many people own this Michael Kors bag, and it's only a little over two thousand yuan on sale. Do you know how much time I spent getting a personal shopper to bring it back for me..."
However, in Liu Zhuohao's memory, it should be the argument at the time of the breakup.
"No, Huang Haili, are you crazy?"
"What kind of family background do you come from? You're asking for a bag that costs over two thousand yuan."
"We even have to ask someone to help us order takeout and get a bonus. Can you please stop comparing yourself to your best friends all the time..."
And the most profound sentence among them.
"You're so useless. All you do is work. Other people can be bosses, so why can't you be one? Wang Yong from our class back then, he runs a small supermarket now, and he makes tens of thousands a month just selling cigarettes. Why are you so unambitious?"
It was this sentence that truly made him give up the idea of working for someone else, earning a fixed salary, and living a stable life, and decide to take the risk of starting a business.
Liu Zhuohao smiled, looking at the girl in front of him: "It's alright, it's all thanks to these junior students' support. How about a few pancakes?"
"I... um, give me three, all kinds of toppings," Huang Haili chuckled. "Old classmate, do you get a discount?"
"Of course, I won't charge you for that pancake."
Liu Zhuohao smiled, his tone carrying a hint of gratitude, "Consider it a thank you."
Thank you for putting pressure on me back then, which made me take that step.
"Then you should definitely thank me."
Huang Haili replied, looking somewhat smug, "I've come to patronize your business."
The two didn't talk much, or rather, she wanted to talk more, but Liu Zhuohao had already turned his attention to the other students next to him, asking them what toppings they wanted for their scallion pancakes.
To be honest, if he could do it again, he would be confident that he could satisfy Huang Haili's material desires.
But the problem is, he doesn't want to anymore.
Liu Zhuohao dislikes, or rather, loathes, those who are "unable to grasp" their own situation.
This isn't about gender, but simply about those who, despite earning only three or four thousand yuan a month, would rather take out loans to travel, buy luxury goods, and so on...
In the end, they left a mess for their partner and family, which they found incomprehensible and repulsive.
Was Huang Haili like this during her high school years?
Liu Zhuohao didn't care; he simply didn't want to have anything to do with this woman anymore.
A simple thank you is enough.