Jiang Qiuqiu's operation team knew that the cross-regional post became popular in the afternoon of the next day.
Mingmei sent Jiang Qiuqiu a message and talked to her.
The girl just came back from Mo Chengyu's house, she finished a wave of mental training, she is at the limit of energy, her voice is a bit lazy.
"Qiuqiu, have you read the newsletter I just sent you?"
"Sister Mingmei, wait a moment, I'll take a look." She cut off the call, glanced at the picture Mingmei sent before, and two question marks appeared in her mind: "What's wrong with these sailors?"
"They didn't go to other food circles this time, they went to some other circles, and attracted a large number of people who said they wanted to explore the secrets under your camera, and some people have already made insulting remarks in the forum over there."
"The post is quite popular, I'm worried that many people will be brought over from your live broadcast tomorrow—"
There are too many people, there is no organization, no discipline, random asking, maybe not polite, Jiang Qiuqiu's live broadcast room has always been in a warm way since its inception.
"Although fans with good stickiness don't care about these, but too many messy barrages inserted will make the live broadcast room look messy."
A messy look and feel will affect the growth of subsequent popularity.
"Are those sailors still promoting?"
"Wan Xing checked their movements, and they are still there."
Seeing that someone was pulled, the group of sailors became even more excited and started to move.
"How many passers-by does Xiao Wan predict will come to the studio tomorrow?"
"Forty million." It was because of the large number of people that Mingmei sent this newsletter.
The exhaustion caused Jiang Qiuqiu to sit up on the bed, and she said: "These sailors gathered so many people here, they just want me to be unable to withstand the pressure and start to reply during the live broadcast."
"That's right, but you don't intend to show your face, so it's best not to reply."
Because as long as you reply, no matter what kind of reply it is, it will easily affect the emotions of the original fans.
"The direction of your circle and the live broadcast room are very good now." After Mingmei first saw the attack direction of the navy, she was also worried for a moment.
Later, seeing Qing Qi's direction in the live broadcast room and in the circle, he slowly felt relieved.
"So we have a proposal to block the live barrage, why not just block the barrage at that time—"
With a platform to sing opera, these actors have room to play, just turn off the platform!
"It lasted for a few days, and the curiosity of that group of people disappeared by itself."
"Not necessarily." Jiang Qiuqiu has a different view on this. "If you keep blocking the live broadcast, there may be more voices in other places, and the circle will not be blocked. When these people enter, there will still be a mess of smoke."
This is true, "Then..."
"Blocking is worse than blocking, we can use other methods." Jiang Qiuqiu thought of something, and his tone rose slightly, "Sister Mingmei, do you think there are many people in the live broadcast room when I broadcast live every day?"
"Of course." Mingmei replied without hesitation.
"Are there many active people?"
"A lot." Almost all the food anchors that Mingmei has seen have the most active fans.
"But even so, every time I broadcast live, my live broadcast room is still very quiet for a period of time, and almost no one speaks." Jiang Qiuqiu sat on the bed, his legs dangling slightly, and his tone was slightly sly.
Mingmei didn't understand what it meant at first, but soon she realized it! Isn't it the time when no one speaks in Jiang Qiuqiu's live broadcast room
"So you think?"