Enforcer Manual
Chapter 364: Crisis Management_1

Chapter 364: Chapter 364: Crisis Management_1

Just past 7:30, Song Lan was already waiting inside Obena Lionheart’s temporary live broadcast room, following the address posted on the rescuer’s official website. He had never been this eager to watch a live stream back in 2020.

However, after 2166, Song Lan almost stopped watching live broadcasts entirely.

It wasn’t that the live broadcast industry was in decline; on the contrary, its technology had become overwhelmingly advanced. The widespread use of holographic technology allowed the audience to immersive themselves in the thrills and adventures of games, as well as watch the host dancing right in front of them while browsing the dance zone.

The bloom of holographic technology even granted the viewers the chance to handshake with virtual idols from the comfort of their homes.

What shocked him more was that in 2166, there was no such thing as skirting around the rules; both the hosts and the viewers in live broadcasts were strikingly straightforward.

But Song Lan was someone who understood the importance of being vigilant in easy times.

As soon as he realized the power of the current live broadcast technology, he imagined what would happen if he carelessly clicked into some dance broadcasts and Lu Xiang happened to come upon him.

The ensuing scene could be too bloody, which promptly led him to quit the habit of watching live broadcasts outright.

After a long absence from live broadcasts, the atmosphere of the comments made him feel right at home.

With less than half an hour to go before the start of the live stream, the comments had already turned dark with insults flying, almost all from newly registered accounts. This bustling scene took Song Lan right back to 2020.

It seems that the spirit of the comments remains unchanged through the ages.

Song Lan also registered a burner account.

He originally planned to show off his skills and set the tempo during Obena’s live stream by strategically commenting and being sarcastically ambiguous, but once he got to the live room, he discovered he had made an astonishing mistake—compared to the wrathful comments, he was too civilized and just didn’t fit in with the environment of the live room.

Watching the incessant flow of comments, Lu Xiang, experiencing her first live broadcast, couldn’t help but frown, "Has the comment environment always been this toxic?"

With the internet and nicknames serving as a shield, some of the discourse had become pretty unbearable.

She wasn’t intending to excuse Obena, but she felt these comments might corrupt Song Lan and have a negative impact on his mental health.

"Not always, this is because Obena has incurred public wrath."

As someone with experience, Song Lan started to enlighten Lu Xiang with some common knowledge. He was good at observing the essence through the phenomena, "What they really want to criticize isn’t his Destruction of the prosthetic hospital, but rather his affiliation as a corporate lackey and pawn of the Foster Family."

For a long time, the Fosters had made life miserable for District 17.

The direct result was that when the topic of the Foster Family came up, the passionate netizens of District 17 would opt for the strategy of ignoring the facts and going straight for insults.

This attitude was clearly exhibited in the comments of the live room.

"Actually, in other live rooms, the atmosphere is quite harmonious."

"Like where?"

Filled with curiosity about her knowledge gaps, Lu Xiang eagerly asked.

"Like in dance live rooms, where the culture is mainly centered around praising. It might be the most peaceful place for discussions on the internet. Strangers kindly call each other ’good brother’, and there’s rarely any issue of insulting the host. They appreciate the hosts’ silent contributions, referring to them as Bodhisattvas."

"Really?"

Lu Xiang was somewhat skeptical; although she didn’t usually watch live broadcasts, she was familiar with the internet. Knowing that more than 90% of anonymous public forums were filled with insults and abuse, it was hard for her to imagine an online sanctum as described by Song Lan.

She was always a person of action.

Glancing at the time, with nearly twenty minutes left until the live broadcast began, Lu Xiang didn’t want to stick around in a broadcast room filled with offensive comments. So, she fired up the holographic theater at home, went back to the homepage of the live broadcast site, and, under Song Lan’s progressively stiffening gaze, clicked into the dance zone.

Before Song Lan could say a word, she entered the most popular live room.

Exhilarating music instantly filled the living room.

Just as Song Lan had said, the comment atmosphere in this live room was unbelievably harmonious.

Strangers called each other "good brother" and exchanged "information and resources" they possessed. They selflessly shared these resources with faces behind the screens whose identities they did not know, and those who received would often respond with "may good people lead a peaceful life."

A common live streaming room, yet it purifies the restless atmosphere prevalent online today.

It breaks down class barriers, turning everyone who enters the live stream into comrades with a shared goal.

Unfortunately, the host’s flesh bounced so much during her energetic dance that Lu Xiang’s eyes hurt.

Her outfit was as skimpy as a "Pink Lady," occasionally using her gaze and subtle expressions to seduce the audience’s hearts.

Lu Xiang exited the live stream.

The living room regained its tranquility, but this felt more like the calm before a storm.

"Song Lan."

After an unknown amount of time, Song Lan heard a voice from his right, devoid of emotional fluctuation, "Do you like to watch this when you are alone?"

Lu Xiang remembered that this live streaming app was one of the features of the full-series home theater system, and she had never checked its browsing history before.

Lacking a spirit of entertainment, she had never imagined that such a form of entertainment existed, and from Song Lan’s previous remarks, it seemed he was quite familiar with it.

He clearly had communicated with the "good brothers" in the comments section quite a few times.

"That’s right," Song Lan replied, clearing his throat, "You see, this website has a homepage for live streams, right?"

"Yeah."

Lu Xiang went back to the homepage and nodded blankly, patiently waiting for him to continue.

"This homepage often pushes some content, leading people to click on it due to some irresistible, accidental factors."

"However, the content on the homepage is the result of big data filtering, and it only recommends similar content if you frequently watch this kind of stuff."

Lu Xiang might not understand live streaming, but she understood big data.

In the world of hacking, it was common to filter data through big data methods, a topic she often discussed with Dr. Bai Zhu.

"Ah, oh, yeah, really? That’s interesting—big data is truly amazing!"

"You’re avoiding the question."

Lu Xiang’s gaze was sharp; with her extensive interrogation experience, she had a clear grasp of Song Lan’s evasive tactics, "I’m asking you, do you like to watch these or not?"

Song Lan knew that when Lu Xiang repeated the same question twice, it meant she indeed cared a lot about the answer.

"It’s alright, you can speak freely."

Song Lan felt Lu Xiang was being too cunning, setting a verbal trap to make him careless.

"I don’t really watch it often, you can check the records."

That was close.

Fortunately, he was always upfront, not changing his name or his stance, even when Lu Xiang worked overtime and wasn’t home, he still clicked in to take a look.

"I see..."

Lu Xiang looked thoughtfully at the holographic home theater.

She indeed wanted to know the answer to that question because she had been pondering something, "That looked pretty easy to learn, and I was thinking if you liked it, I could dance it for you."

She had even been on the battlefield; learning to dance would be a piece of cake, wouldn’t it?

"But if you’re not interested, then never mind."