Live Streaming: Great Adventure in the Wilderness

Chapter 431: Chapter 429 Welcome Back!

Although it was the descent, the lively atmosphere in the live broadcast room continued, and new viewers were even flooding in.

By ten in the morning, the number of viewers… had surpassed ten million.

Whether it was within Wolf Fang or the always adversarial Tiger Fang and Shark, they all obtained this report through various channels.

The number of viewers abroad surpassed four million, while domestic viewers exceeded seven million four hundred thousand and were still increasing, perhaps reaching the threshold of eight million.

This figure, before the summit, was merely six million viewers, inclusive of both domestic and international audiences.

In just those twenty minutes of summiting, the number more than doubled.

Over ten million viewers, nearing twelve million, what kind of concept is that?

This was prime time in the Capital!

Even on a day off, at this hour many regions overseas were still in the middle of the night, or even early morning, but when they learned that today was the day of the summit, they still stayed up to watch the live broadcast.

Almost like devout followers, these die-hard fans came for Master Fang, to see this man of legend.

Like the sun at high noon.

In the wilderness, Bi Fang was the only sun.

“In a personal live broadcast, this is probably the limit,” Wang Yongbo mused as he sipped his tea in the village, feeling particularly emotional.

How long ago was the first live broadcast?

About a year ago, right?

Wang Yongbo still remembered every scene from when he invited Bi Fang to join, full of hardships but very real difficulties faced.

Back then, Bi Fang was like a mighty tiger stuck in the mud, powerful but hindered by the environment.

In one year, many streamers might have just started to make their mark, right?

Yet Bi Fang had reached his zenith, creating one breathtaking record after another.

It was already rare enough in the live broadcasting industry to have over a million viewers at the same time for a personal streamer, let alone over three million, which was unheard of.

Wang Yongbo was certain that before Bi Fang, such a streamer did not exist; only various live sports broadcasts could achieve such numbers.

Over ten million, in his memory, seemed to only occur in events like the semi-finals and finals of League of Legends, where the global average online viewership was around twenty million, with peak values over forty million.

That is to say, Bi Fang alone had surpassed all the domestic and international streamers and all leagues, with the only thing above him being the global League of Legends tournaments.

Of course, compared to such grandeur, the gap was still significant, nearly fourfold, but one must remember, Bi Fang was just one person!

“Incredible,” Danzeng said, giving a thumbs up. He didn’t understand live broadcasting much, and only after hearing Wang Yongbo’s explanation did he grasp the extraordinary aspect of the numbers.

“But it should be irreplicable, and it’s uncertain whether it could be reached again in the future,” Wang Yongbo said, happy yet still composed.

Mount Everest, it’s just different, representing a passion, a dream, a longing.

Plus, there’s the support of patriotic sentiment, which the ratio of viewership shows. In the past, the number of domestic and international viewers was similar. Domestically, the fame was great, but there were more people overseas, and more who liked watching live broadcasts.

Now the number of domestic viewers is nearly double that of international viewers, simply because Bi Fang is the first from Huaxia to summit Everest without oxygen and did so solo. Incredibly strong, to an outrageous scale, it’s something anyone would be curious about.

The moment the summit was successful, the trending searches nearly burst, as anyone who saw it or was interested would naturally click to watch the broadcast. Even those who didn’t understand live streaming felt compelled to see for themselves.

Last time, the peak viewership for the live broadcast was just over four million, and this time it tripled, which goes to show that most were just joining in the excitement, with only a few staying behind.

“That’s still very impressive,” Danzeng, the professional comic relief, remarked.

Indeed.

Yao Jun and others nearby nodded in agreement without needing to arrange it; Bi Fang’s income from a single live broadcast was now comparable to that of some small and medium-sized enterprises.

Excessively exaggerated.

[There are no new heights left on Earth for Master Fang to challenge, thinking of this gets my blood boiling]

[The highest point has been flagged, time to go to the lowest point]

[Mariana Trench, negative 11,000 meters, charge! Plant the red flag! Blossom everywhere!]

[Master Fang: Overwhelmed by idiots]

[Old Fang: Might as well kill me]

[I remember, isn’t Master Fang a former military officer or something?]

In the live stream, someone suddenly brought it up.

Many people then recalled.

Right, Old Fang was Special Forces!

Bi Fang had used an Identity Change Coupon, and he used it on his Special Forces skills, and for various reasons, coupled with support from above, he got promoted.

The audience didn’t mention it; he had almost forgotten himself.

[Ah, this move, this move is the military’s victory!]

[Is this red flag an individual act or some kind of metaphor? (Thinking)]

[So, who let him retire in the first place?]

[Oh no, oh no, there’s a traitor!]

With the added aspect of his identity, the audience reacted even more fiercely, especially many who had never heard of it before, now felt profound admiration.

This is an innate trust.

A streamer with no background, no matter how strong or impressive, many actions might seem like showboating to a lot of people.

Because that’s the impression this profession gives, false and unreal, not even like a serious job. If someone says they make a living from streaming, even the most open-minded parents would think it’s irresponsible.

But with a background, it feels completely different.

Climbing Mount Everest is proof of strength! It means badass, it’s something that makes everyone exclaim wow!

Even a proof with a more intense flavor, a sense of power spontaneously emerges!n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

This is Huaxia, this is us; what others can do, we can do, and what others can’t, we also can do!

Thus, once again, howls like those of wolves resounded in the live stream, and a new round of celebration began!

Now, there was nothing for the haters to criticize.

But Bi Fang didn’t care about these things; his focus was entirely on the mountain path. Despite the fact that going up was easy and coming down was hard, Bi Fang’s speed was still much faster.

He enjoyed the relief after pressure, his blood flowing more freely, and even the severe cold seemed not fearsome. Encountering smooth ice and snow, moderate slopes, he almost slid down sideways with his legs together.

The audience leaned back forcefully, as if the winds and snow were right in front of them.

At such a speed, in just half an hour, Bi Fang had descended three hundred meters, reaching over 8,500 meters, and once again saw “Sleeping Beauty”.

[Sleeping Beauty was named Frances, and unlike the other two, she became a famous “Corpse Marker” because she was the first woman to climb Mount Everest without supplemental oxygen. She died on Mount Everest in 1998, but Frances collapsed due to hypoxia exhaustion while descending the mountain, two hundred and forty-four meters below Everest.]

[At that time, people passed by, but not a single one could lend a hand, because once you reached out, the dead might not just be one.]

[There were detailed records at that time, and even a gentleman who didn’t reach out suffered long-term conscience and public opinion torment. However, if you check the memoirs of the survivors, you’ll find many of the details don’t match up, because above seven thousand meters, a normal person’s brain already became dull.]

The audience was shocked; there was such a story?

Fortunately, this did not affect Bi Fang; as the altitude decreased, safety increased.

By eleven o’clock in the afternoon, Bi Fang had rapidly withdrawn to eight thousand meters, exited the death zone, and came back to Camp Four to collect his backpack and miscellaneous items left there.

Only then could Bi Fang finally breathe a sigh of relief and feel at ease to speak.

By noon, he had descended to an altitude of seven thousand meters.

Camp Three, down, continue downward.

Camp Two, down, continue downward.

Camp One, Bi Fang took a glance; it was still very far below.

Finally, before the sun had completely set, Bi Fang crossed the Khumbu Glacier and returned to the base camp, completely away from the danger zone.

But he didn’t stop; instead, he rushed through the night, making his way back to the original village, but just as he had just descended to four hundred meters,

Rows of bonfires lit up, the Sherpa people, Danzeng, Puba, and many friends holding torches, looking at the man coming down from the mountain.

They clapped together,

“Welcome back!”