Video bloggers in American comics

The two hosts clasped their hands to complete the victorious meeting.

"Zhang Ming."

"Murong Tiezhu."

"Iron pillar?" Zhang Ming asked.

Murong Tiezhu explained with a smile: "My stage name. Because I went to the Japanese-style Naruto world, my real name was not readable by those Japanese people, so I randomly chose a stage name. As for my real name... I won't say it, anyway.

I haven’t heard it in a few years.”

"How many years have you been the host of Bizhan?"

"Five years."

In just half a year, Zhang Ming has encountered so many things. He can't imagine whether he can persist for five years.

Murong Tiezhu said with a long yawn, "We have met, why don't we find a place to have something to eat? There should be Chinese food in Tokyo."

"Okay, let's chat while eating and see how we will shoot the next video -"

Before Zhang Ming finished speaking, a system prompt sounded in their ears at the same time.

"Confirm that the two hosts have met, please upload the first linkage video within five days!"

Below the prompt, there is a detailed introduction.

Every five days, Bizhan will ask each group to upload a video and start audience voting.

Because the event lasts for twenty days from January 1st to January 20th, during the entire Spring Festival event, each group will upload a total of four videos and conduct four rounds of voting competitions.

Every Bizhan viewer will receive a valuable vote for their favorite video in the new round.

This number of votes will, on the one hand, affect the final outcome, and on the other hand, it will also affect the exposure of the video. In the last round of voting, for videos with high votes, Bizhan will arrange better recommendation positions, forming a healthy development.

After the four rounds, the final ranking will be based on the number of votes.

There will be many factors that affect voting, and hosts with a high number of fans will definitely have an advantage.

Of course, there are dark horses emerging every year. During the Spring Festival activities, they became a blockbuster. From a silent little host, they became popular in an instant. They won the train ticket home and also won the attention of a large number of fans.

"Come, Tiezhu."

Zhang Ming pulled Murong Tiezhu, who looked confused, took out his mobile phone, took several selfies, then used the beauty software to adjust the filters, and then posted them to the personal interface of Bizhan. The copywriting is to invite everyone

Fans remember to collect, subscribe and vote.

"What are you doing?" Murong Tiezhu asked.

"Canvassing votes." Zhang Ming said, "It is always good if fans can cast more votes."

"You don't really want to fight for a train ticket home, do you?"

"Why not? Didn't you choose to participate in the Spring Festival activities just to go home?" Zhang Ming asked.

Murong Tiezhu smiled, said nothing, and just shook his head. Sitting lazily on a chair, he searched on the ground and finally found a cigarette butt, lit it, and took a nice puff before saying:

"I'm not. I gave up on this unrealistic idea a few years ago. But I won't advise you to give up. After all... holding on to your dreams is a good thing."

Tie Zhu exhaled smoke for a long time, and the smoke dispersed in the air and disappeared, just like a certain feeling that he had long since disappeared.

Zhang Ming asked in confusion: "Then what are you doing here?"

Coming to an unknown world is still very risky. The system is responsible for bringing the host here safely, but it has no obligation to bring the person back safely.

"Just treat it as an annual trip, eat, drink and have fun. Take a video on the way. If you are lucky, you can get a B-level skill card. If you are not lucky, forget it."

As Murong Tiezhu spoke, he touched the butt of the cigarette on the ground again. After searching for a while, he found that it was gone, so he simply lay down on the bench. His whole person revealed an extremely decadent temperament.

After listening to Murong Tiezhu's dejected words, Zhang Ming asked: "So... you don't want to fight for anything?"

"No." Murong Tiezhu answered simply.

"Will you still shoot videos normally these days?"

"Shooting, of course, in this business, no matter how lazy you are, you still have to do the work you should do."

"Mind a fight?"

"I don't mind. As a host, you have to fight wherever you go. Just don't be too powerful. If you are too powerful, I will run away."

Zhang Ming nodded. Because he was cooperating with a host from another world, he thought about many situations, but he hadn't considered it yet - what if the host of the world was a salted fish?

But salted fish has the advantage of salted fish. He will not jump around casually, let alone disrupt Zhang Ming's plan. He will just lie there quietly. When necessary, he will turn over a little and do a little favor.

that's enough.

Yes, enough!

Although Zhang Ming was a little unprepared for Murong Tiezhu's attitude, after thinking about it carefully, he felt that this was a good idea.

This is Zhang Ming's home world, and only he can maximize his home court advantage!

After asking Murong Tiezhu to wait, Zhang Ming went to the vending machine next to the park, bought a pack of cigarettes, and handed it to Tiezhu. When he lit another cigarette and squinted to enjoy it, Zhang Ming spoke.

"How about this."

Zhang Ming said: "In these twenty days, I will not interfere with your life. You can go play, travel, whatever you want. But if you are willing to act with me, after the event is over, I will give you a valuable

One thousand coins of roasted gluten as a reward. If you are willing to help me with some small favors in action, I will give you three roasted gluten as a reward."

Murong Tiezhu did not answer immediately, but smoked one cigarette after another. Zhang Ming stood beside him without urging him.

After smoking the third cigarette, Tie Zhu threw the cigarette butt on the ground and crushed it out with his toes.

"Wugen, I will work with you to help you deal with some small things, but I need to remind you that once I encounter real danger, I will leave as soon as possible."

Zhang Ming grinned, "Deal."

Murong Tiezhu put away the remaining cigarettes, "In the next twenty days, you will be the leader, and I will follow your lead. Tell me, where should we go?"

"First find a place to eat. I need to know what your abilities are before I can make a plan for the next step."

Zhang Ming left the small park with Murong Tiezhu carrying a heavy backpack full of bombs.

"By the way, who are all here?" Zhang Ming asked.

"I don't know. From past experience, it's usually the male protagonist and the more important villain in the current plot, along with a few miscellaneous fish to make up the numbers. According to the progress of my plot, it should be the protagonist: Uzumaki Naruto and..."

Murong Tiezhu's footsteps suddenly stopped.

"And?" Zhang Ming looked back at Tiezhu.

Murong Tiezhu raised his head, the laziness on his face disappeared, and a trace of unnaturalness appeared on his face.

"And that one..."

Tokyo, the secret base of the Hand.

A few hours ago, they were conducting a secret ritual, trying to summon a monster from another world - the "Black Sky" - to gain powerful power.

However, just as the ceremony was about to be completed, the ninjas of the Hand held their breath and waited quietly for the result.

A morbidly thin man smashed the walls and landed in the center of the ritual altar, breaking his balance.

The Hand's years of preparation were suddenly ruined!

The ninjas of the Hand fell into madness. They picked up their weapons and were filled with murderous intent. Dozens of the top ninjas rushed towards the thin man in the center of the altar at the same time.

At this moment, the thin man raised his head, and there were circles of ripples in his eyes.

An invisible wave, centered on him, spread rapidly to all directions!

Whether it was the darts thrown by the ninja or the slashing swords, they were all bounced away by the person and the weapon in an instant, smashing into the wall, and life or death was uncertain.

As soon as the man raised his hand, a huge gravitational force suddenly appeared in his palm. A still alive ninja flew over under the influence of gravity and was caught by his neck.

Putting a hand on the head of the Hand ninja, the thin man closed his eyes and read the ninja's memory. After a few seconds, he drew out a light blue soul and ended the ninja's life.

"Earth, Japan, the Hand...the same decadent world." He murmured softly.

The ninjas outside heard the sound of fighting and rushed in one after another. Looking at the corpses on the ground, they saw the only enemy. Just as they were about to take action, the enemy said: "From now on, I will be in charge of the Hand.

"

No ninja responded, and they rushed forward again, just like their companions who died a few seconds ago.

It was still an extremely simple killing, but this time one person was left alive.

"Go and tell your people that I will wait here for a day and anyone can come and try to kill me."

"who are you?"

"god."

In a Chinese restaurant, Zhang Ming and Murong Tiezhu ordered a table of dishes. The chef was an authentic Sichuan uncle. The dishes he cooked were spicy and fragrant. Murong Tiezhu was like a starving ghost reincarnated. He never stopped using his chopsticks.

Pass.

"Do you think the person who came here this time may be Payne?" Zhang Ming asked.

"It's just him, everyone else is a bit weak. The only one who is relatively powerful, Uchiha Itachi, is still a young kid. If he comes to this different world where no one cares and he immediately becomes a good person, what else will the audience see?

Boss, Bizhan will not do such stupid things... Boss, add another bowl of rice!"

"okay!"

After the waiter left, Murong Tiezhu pointed to a few sesame seeds on top of the white rice.

"For a joint mission, the first thing to do is to find someone. Tokyo is the bowl, Mi Li is the ordinary citizens, and we outsiders are the sesame seeds."

He stirred the rice.

"The people who came here this time are all ninjas. They are best at hiding their identities and stealing information. In just a day or two, they can completely integrate into the city. How are you going to find them?"

"It's not difficult to find people. The penetration rate of surveillance is so high now. As long as we hire enough people and search one by one, we can always find them."

"It's a little troublesome, but it should work."

"But I don't choose this method."

"ha?"

"Why should I look for them?" Zhang Ming pointed to himself, "I want them to look for me."

"Why?"

"Based on this."

Zhang Ming pushed the phone in front of Murong Tiezhu.

He held it up and read the words on it:

"Supervillain plan?"