Video bloggers in American comics

"Why did you bring this kid back?"

"Of course it's useful."

"What's the use?"

"hey-hey……"

The one who laughed was a fat white man with a bald head and a big belly. On the contrary, his companion was a muscular black man.

The strong black man pointed at the Asian young man on the sofa and said: "I'm warning you, if you have that kind of hobby, you will move out of this damn apartment tomorrow morning. Otherwise, don't blame me for interrupting you and your 'lover'

Kick your legs out!"

The Asian young man looks young, about 17 or 18 years old, with a typical oriental face. There is a wound on his forehead, and his half-length hair is stuck together with coagulated blood. He looks like he has just experienced a car accident.

Too bad.

To make matters worse, his hands and feet were tied with ropes, and his mouth was blocked with a rag.

He was kidnapped.

This unlucky man was called Zhang Ming. His eyes were closed tightly, as if he had fainted, but in fact he had just woken up. Zhang Ming was carefully raising his ears and eavesdropping on the conversation between the two strange men.

The fat white man opened the refrigerator and took out a bottle of beer. After hearing the curse from his companion, he raised his middle finger, bit open the beer, took a big gulp of the beer and said: "Shut your stinky mouth, I don't have that habit."

.Look at this refrigerator, it’s just a fucking storage cabinet with no cooling function at all? Is it broken?”

He patted the refrigerator hard, pretended to put his ear on the refrigerator, turned to his companion and said: "It said it's not broken because we two poor guys owe three months of electricity bills, so it went on strike! This

It’s so bad that I can’t even drink a bottle of cold beer in the summer!”

"What on earth do you want to say?" the strong black man said impatiently.

"he."

The fat white man pointed at Zhang Ming on the sofa.

"This kid is thin and frail, but at least he can be considered healthy. If we sell him to the crazy doctor in the East District, he will probably get this amount!"

The fat white man stretched out his hand and made a five sign.

"$5,000!"

The strong black man stood up directly from the sofa, his eyes widening like a wild donkey.

"Then what are you waiting for? Let's go right away! When we're sold out, we'll go straight to the bar. We can still have some fun at this time."

"Wait, idiot, what's the rush?"

The fat white man sat down on the sofa. The old sofa made a creaking sound.

He was leaning on the back of the sofa, holding up a beer bottle, as if he was not in a shabby apartment, but the most luxurious securities trading room on Wall Street.

"There is another option, if we take him across a few blocks to Michael's territory, find a 'shipper', and sell this kid to Africa to dig for coal, gold or some other shit.

Damn, this is fifty thousand dollars." The fat white man said.

"fifty thousand……"

The amount had increased tenfold, but the strong black man could not see much excitement. He pinched his fingers, making a clicking sound, and paced back and forth in the room.

The strong black man said: "That is Michael's business. If he finds out, we will be killed."

The fat white man took a sip of wine and said: "So, I offer two options, either get 5,000 US dollars safely, survive this damn summer, and at least drink some cold beer. Or..."

The fat white man clenched his fist and said viciously: "Just do it! This guy is a stranger. He is not a local. He may be a stowaway. As long as he is not discovered by Michael, a professional human trafficker, no one will cause trouble for us."

The strong black man fell into silence and lowered his voice to discuss with the fat white man how he was not discovered by Michael and what to do if he was discovered.

Zhang Ming closed his eyes and felt horrified.

What the hell is this place, and who are the two kidnappers next to me?

The English that the two foreigners chattered next to them was mixed with a lot of slang. Zhang Ming, who is weak in English, could understand every word...

"Did I travel through time?"

Zhang Ming's last memory remains in his dormitory.

Zhang Ming is a sophomore student. In addition to studying, he is an amateur short video creator.

Because the Marvel series has become quite popular in recent years, on this day, Zhang Ming was creating a mixed-cut video of Marvel movies in his dormitory.

Just when he was about to finish, and he was happily exporting the video, his computer suddenly crashed, and half a month of work results were gone. He was so angry...

Why are you so angry?

The memory is a little fuzzy, so Zhang Ming recalled it carefully.

Faced with the disappearance of the fruits of his labor, Zhang Ming became angry...

Turned off the computer and went to bed.

???

That's right, Zhang Ming didn't smash the computer or touch the switch. He turned off the computer, took a shower and went to bed. Before going to bed, he also drank a glass of milk to help him sleep.

Even this doesn’t work? Do we have to travel through time forcefully?

Forget about traveling through time, shouldn't there normally be a period of incubation for indecent development before facing danger?

How could he be kidnapped by two gangsters as soon as he came up and told that he would either be cut into pieces or sold to Africa to work as a coolie for the rest of his life? This... this is unreasonable!

"Bilibili!"

Just when Zhang Ming fell into despair, a crisp electronic sound appeared in his ears. He still closed his eyes tightly, but suddenly a small blue icon appeared in his dark vision.

The icon is square and square, with a cartoon smiling face drawn in two simple strokes. There are two antennas on the top of the head, just like a cartoon version of a small TV.

"The Bilibili system has been started...the host is bound successfully...the system is matching...the matching is successful!"

"Hello, Zhang Ming, I am Xiao TV, the administrator of Bilibili System, or Bizhan System for short. I am happy to serve you."

Bizhan system?

Zhang Ming knows about Bilibili. It is also called Bilibili, or Bilibili. It is a large video platform. Its main audience is young people between the ages of 10 and 30. It is based on the second dimension and life sharing.

host.

Different from other video platforms, such as Qiyi, Ku, and Xun Video, most of the videos that support the operation of Bip Station are self-created by ordinary viewers.

Users of Bizhan are both viewers and creators.

As an amateur video creator, Zhang Ming usually publishes most of his edited videos on Biz. The small blue TV in front of him is the icon of Biz.

But what is the Bizhan system?

As soon as this idea appeared in Zhang Ming's mind, Little TV explained:

"The Bizhan system is the core system carried by the host when traveling through time. The host can gain attention, likes and coins by recording and sharing the time-traveling life, and use the coins to exchange for corresponding special abilities."

I’ll just say it!

How can there be no benefits to time travel!

Zhang Ming resisted the urge to pump his fists and laugh, and asked excitedly in his mind: "I will be sent to Africa soon. Is there anything that can help me with my ability, which is cool and dazzling and suitable for showing off?"

For a slap in the face, it’s best to have a beauty filter function.”

"Ding"

Zhang Ming's response was a system prompt, and the small TV said: "Newbie's task: the first video."

Mission introduction: Record your first video from time travel.

Mission reward: The editing function is activated.

"How to record?" Zhang Ming asked.

The strong black man had already started to put on his clothes and was about to carry Zhang Ming out. Zhang Ming had to hurry up. If he delayed, the knife would fall with his hands, and any system would be useless.

XiaoTV said: "The host's eyes are cameras. After recording through both eyes, you can choose to save the video."

"good."

Just open your eyes and take a look. It doesn't take more than a second. It's very simple.

Zhang Ming narrowed his eyes and carefully looked out. Just as he was about to close them, the fat white man suddenly scratched his butt and glanced at Zhang Ming subconsciously. The two eyes intertwined in mid-air.

The air suddenly became quiet...

"Fuck!!!"

Zhang Ming was simply fooled by his luck. He could be discovered the moment he opened or closed his eyes!

The fat white man came over and said with a smile: "Are you awake?"

The strong black man picked up a baseball bat from the corner: "Do you need me to knock this kid unconscious? It will be more troublesome to struggle."

"Small TV!" Zhang Ming shouted in his mind: "Can I upload it now?"

"Sorry, the length of the video cannot be less than ten minutes." the small TV reminded.

"What the hell..."

Zhang Ming felt that his journey through time was coming to an end.

Seeing the strong black man coming over with a baseball bat, Zhang Ming quickly spit out the smelly rag in his mouth, ignoring the fishy smell in his mouth, and said loudly: "Don't hit me, I...I can help you make money!"

The fat white man stopped his companion.

"What do you think."

Zhang Ming pursed his lips. The taste in his mouth made him want to vomit. His mind was in a mess. His thoughts were like a pot of popcorn, popping and popping.

"I, I heard what you just said. The two options sound good, but I say that neither one is a good idea. A one-time sale is always the most stupid thing to do."

Zhang Ming started making nonsense.

"Keep your mouth clean!" the strong black man yelled, spraying spittle all over Zhang Ming's face.

The fat white man grinned: "Boy, I like you very much. Because in my eyes, you are just bundles of banknotes, so I am willing to listen to you say a few more words before sending you to the ship to Africa."

The fat white man pointed at the strong black man next to him, "But my brother is not so rational. If you can't explain what you just said, you will have a hard time tonight."

Zhang Ming swallowed and continued: "I'm a stowaway. I have no background and can't find any decent job. But I'm not here to find a decent job. I'm here to make money, big money!"

As soon as he heard about money, the strong black man became interested.

"How much money do you make?" asked the strong black man.

What kind of money can I make... I don't know what kind of money I can make.

Zhang Ming suddenly saw a poster of a beautiful star on the wall.

Zhang Ming bit the bullet and said, "I want to make money from women."

What the hell am I talking about...

Zhang Ming's mouth and head were completely out of sync, but the words were out of his mouth and he could only continue to make up.

"Yes, women's money." He repeated.

Zhang Ming's hands and feet were tied. He sat up with his head on his body, shook his hair, and tried to make a chic posture.

"you?"

The two kidnappers were stunned for a moment, then burst into laughter randomly. Among them, the strong black man was the worst. He threw the baseball bat in his hand on the ground and hung against the wall, almost crying with laughter.

The fat white man said: "Man, I like your humor. If I hadn't been so short of money recently, I might have let you loose and invited you to a nearby bar for a drink."

"It's not necessary. You will treat me to a drink sooner or later."

Zhang Ming seemed not to have heard their ridicule, and shouted loudly: "Do you think a rich woman will like you? A fat pig? Or you? An ugly muscle stick? Neither! They have seen too many people like you."

Look at me again, I come from the mysterious East, I am thin and slightly thin, but I have a handsome appearance."

"Handsome?" The strong black man couldn't help but interrupt. "I think you Orientals all look the same."

"That's because you are ignorant and the rich woman likes me like this!"

Zhang Ming stared at the two kidnappers fiercely and said: "Listen, I sold my house in my hometown and spent nearly 100,000 US dollars on plastic surgery in Kimchi Country just to make a lot of money here. What are you going to do? Give me 50,000 US dollars.

Sell ​​US dollars? Are you crazy, or is your math teacher so angry that you hanged himself?"

Zhang Ming took a deep breath and made his final declaration:

"Let me tell you clearly, I am here to be a male publicist, and I also want to be the king of male publicists in this city!"

The two kidnappers were silenced by Zhang Ming's cruelty. The fat white man pulled his companion to the window and whispered.

"You don't really believe what this kid says, do you?"

The strong black man said: "I don't know, but that boy does have a face that is most common among Asians. I heard from my friends that some people like this type."

The fat white man touched his chin and said, "One hundred thousand? That face of his?"

"Hey! Don't murmur like a woman. If you don't believe it, I'll show you later how to make money in one night that you can't make in a month. If you don't succeed, you can

I would be willing to sell me to the moon."

Zhang Ming almost believed himself in the performance, and subconsciously asked the small TV how much time was left.

"Two minutes and forty-seven seconds left."