Dragon, choose cultural victory to make money

Chapter 222: The Hijacking of the Magic Vision Signal

The noisy Liquid Bread bar quieted down.

If it were any other show, a little noise wouldn't be a big deal, but for a music variety show, if anyone makes any noise, the workers would get really upset.

Old Mike glared at his co-worker who was showing off his cell phone, but he was still thinking about the songs he heard from his cell phone.

If it's really as he said, anyone who wants to make a call has to listen to the designated song.

That's really interesting.

Being different from others, or being personalized, is a need that everyone has.

Otherwise, wearing the same clothes would be a little embarrassing.

The strength of this demand is directly proportional to the balance of spare cash on hand.

When you have no money, no one cares about these things. But when you have some money, you start to think more about them.

A more professional way of saying it is providing emotional value.

The term emotional value sounds pretentious as if it comes from psychology. In fact, when it was first proposed, it was a marketing concept, focusing on how to make something useless seem somewhat useful.

For example, now, old Mike thinks the ringback tone function is really useful.

"On an ordinary cell phone, what sound do you hear before a call is answered?" he asked in a low voice.

"That 'beep' sound."

Old Mike nodded after listening to it. There was a song that was indeed much better than Dudu. If this function was not expensive, he would like to get one.

But even if the functions are not expensive, an ordinary mobile phone still costs 20 silver coins.

This is almost enough to cover their family expenses for half a year.

In the past, Drogo Group's products always had low-priced models that ordinary people could afford.

At worst, there are cheaper imitations with lower quality and lesser functions. As long as they are not made too similar, Drogo rarely pursues the matter.

It is said that this is called using cheap imitations to cultivate potential genuine users.

He was not quite sure what to think.

As for those who copied it, they did not end up well. They were basically hit hard by the legal department of the Drogo Group and lost everything they had.

The few who have not been sued are probably also being watched, waiting to be reaped when they have earned enough money to pay compensation.

He understood this. It was the same principle as when fishing, you should not catch fish that are too small. You should wait until they are fatter before bringing them online.

The problem is that as for mobile phones, there are currently no imitations or low-priced models on the market.

Maybe the cost is really high and the technical content is not low, so small workshops cannot imitate it.

Magic Vision is also another brand that appeared nearly two years after it was launched on the market.

But now I really want a mobile phone.

He had seen factory owners talking on their cell phones, with the big box pressed against their ears, and every time they talked they were talking about business worth hundreds or thousands of gold coins. How respectable!

It was as if he had a mobile phone and would have business worth hundreds or thousands of gold coins.

Where can I get twenty silver coins?

In fact, he had enough savings, but that was the money he was going to leave for his son's schooling. He didn't want his child to have to eat coal dust in the factory every day in the future.

Study hard, become a scholar or scientist, and work in a bright office or laboratory. That's a truly good life.

But mobile phones are also useful. You can browse so many things on them, and you can also use them to study and see the world. It can be considered another form of education.

It cannot be said that it is a complete waste of money.

Yes, that's right.

Buying a mobile phone is not a waste of money.

When people make impulse purchases, they always make up some excuses to make their impulse seem more reasonable.

After thinking about it, Old Mike turned his eyes to the small blackboard hanging on the wall of the tavern.

It says today's bet.

Bet on how many contestants will be selected by the mentors in tonight's show.

This is how life is here. As long as the outcome is uncertain, there will always be people setting up bets.

There is no way. I can't resist the temptation of unexpected wealth.

Although we all know that we lose more than we win and that only the dealer never loses money, we still hope that we might be the lucky one.

Old Mike looked at the odds on the board.

It is divided into four ranges: below 5th, 5th to 8th, 8th to 10th, and above 10th.

In the last episode, a total of 15 contestants performed, and only 4 were selected.

So most people bet on below 5th and between 5th and 8th, so the odds for these two ranges are not high, only a little over 2.

The odds in the last two ranges are much more attractive. If you place 8 to 10, the odds can be multiplied tenfold, and if you place above 10, it is even more exaggerated, up to 10 times.

This only costs 1 silver coin, and if you win, you will have money for your mobile phone.

Old Mike's mind perked up.

Although it seems unlikely that there will be more than 10 contestants, what if there were too few contestants in the previous period, so during this period, the contestants behind were trained, or the capable ones were deliberately placed at the back?
It's not impossible.

If the passing rate remains at this level, there won't be enough contestants for the next round and subsequent shows will not be able to go on.

Many people think the same way, so they bet on the middle two levels.

Not bold enough.

Old Mike had an idea in mind.

If you're going to gamble, you might as well gamble big.

What’s more important is that even if you win the low bet, the money won’t be enough.

"I'll bet on more than 10."

Old Mike walked over to the boss and took out a silver coin.

"Oh, we don't allow regrets here, you know the rules."

The boss said in advance.

He knew most of the patrons in the pub and what their incomes were.

Betting a few or dozens of copper coins can be considered entertainment, but a silver coin is not a small amount of money for a factory worker.

Up.

The boss has seen many gamblers like this, who place their hopes on random events and usually end up with a mental breakdown.

"No regrets, I know the rules. If I lose, just treat it as opening a bottle of good wine and spilling it on the ground." Old Mike replied.

The boss shrugged and took the silver coin.

Every gambler in high position said so. There were those who smashed things afterwards, those who acted crazy and stupid, those who cried miserably because they had elderly parents and children to take care of, and those who rushed up and wanted to fight to the death.

It's just not normal.

But he still accepted it.

He won't lose anything anyway.

Just from the commission, I make more money than from the alcohol business.

Those thugs in the tavern were not hired for nothing. If Old Mike really goes crazy and beats people up, he'll have another experimental subject that can be sold to the wild wizard.

This is an underground business that everyone knows about.

Many magical discoveries were born out of inhumane experiments. The mages of the Mage Guild cannot conduct these experiments openly, but they are reluctant to give up those discoveries.

Therefore, all countries turned a blind eye to the underground experiments of wild mages, and many wild mages even had funding from guild mages behind them.

After placing the bet, Old Mike returned to his seat.

The show just started.

Once money is involved, the heart of watching the show is no longer pure.

I had no intention of paying attention to how well each contestant sang; I just wanted to know who would pass.

With every person you pass, your phone takes a step forward.

From this perspective, perhaps it is pure in another sense.

Old Mike had never been so nervous watching a variety show.

The contestant was singing on the screen and his palms started sweating.

The first one was an orc singer. I didn’t expect that those orcs who only thought about fighting all day would be interested in singing.

If what he sang could be considered singing.

It is obvious that this orc is a fan of the band Underground Abandoned. His singing voice is very rock and roll, but he also has the common shortcomings of the lead singer of a low-level rock band.

No technique, all emotion.

No singing skills, just howling.

His performance was cut to less than a minute, and the post-singing segment was also very brief. Xiao De expressed his affirmation of his creation, but his singing was really not good.

I hope he can practice his singing skills well and come back next season.

When the auditions started, I realized that many contestants submitted demos that were recorded one sentence at a time, with the best ones put together, and they did not have complete singing skills. This greatly improved the professional level of the mages in the city who can tune and edit.

It was a bad start, and Old Mike slammed the table hard. If he wanted to get more than 10 people, every one of them was important.

The second one is an elf singer.

The performance sounded perfect and impeccable to old Mike and had to pass.

But the reality is not what we want.

The Elf Singers also received four mentor chairs with their backs facing each other.

Ms. Rowling pointed out various problems without hesitation.

"A dark plot! This is all because of the racial feud between the drow and the elves!"

Old Mike yelled in dissatisfaction.

The gamblers are more anxious than the players themselves.

"Please keep quiet!" the boss reminded again.

Old Mike sat down angrily.

He picked up the wine glass and took a sip of the wine into his beard.

Confused.

In his opinion, the mobile phone has gone far away from him.

However, just when he was feeling depressed and lowered his head and was unwilling to look at the magic camera.

"Ah!"

There was a sound effect of the instructor turning around.

Oh, this sound has never sounded so good.

What was even more unexpected was that the next few contestants were successively selected by the mentors.

They went on stage one by one.

One, two, three...

An hour and a half later, eight contestants had passed.

Each episode lasts more than two hours, and focuses on watching large amounts of food and satisfying the appetite.

As expected, he guessed correctly. No matter what the reason was, the first issue was an accident, and such a pass rate was normal.

Now it's the turn of those who bet on numbers below 8 to feel dejected.

Old Mike couldn't help humming a song.

There are still 5 contestants who have not yet gone on stage. As long as 3 of them pass, more than 20 silver coins will be obtained.

He had never earned so much money at once.

Life is wonderful.

From now on, today will be his lucky day.

Although the money has not yet been received, it is a done deal in his opinion.

"Be right back after commercial."

The host's voice came from the magic camera.

"Uu——"

The people in the pub burst into laughter instantly.

They all knew very well that there was no such thing as coming back immediately, and each time would take at least 10 minutes.

I also thought the advertisement was very interesting when I saw it before.

Now I can memorize those common advertisements.

"Why do you think the Drogo Group is still advertising? Who doesn't know them now?" someone said dissatisfiedly.

"I said you didn't read much, but you don't even know this."

"Then you know what you said?"

"Um... can I tell you the secret so easily?"

"cut!"

Unlike others who found something else to do while waiting for the commercial break to pass, Old Mike remained focused on the screen.

He didn't want to miss every second of his winning bet.

He couldn't wait any longer.

However, when Old Mike was watching the commercial with his legs shaking, the picture on the magic camera shook and then snowflakes appeared.

"Boss, there's something wrong with the magic camera!"

Old Mike shouted hurriedly.

"Why is it like this again?" The boss sighed as he looked at the screen of the Magic Video Recorder that was covered with snow. "Last time, we said that after we improved the signal, this problem wouldn't occur again."

"Can you fix it? You can definitely fix it during the commercial break, right?" Old Mike was very anxious.

He had already made plans to rush out of the tavern and look for the magic camera somewhere else if his boss answered that it couldn't be repaired.

"You know, I'm not a researcher on this. I just run a pub. Whether I can repair it well or not depends entirely on luck..."

While complaining, the boss used the traditional method and slammed the magic camera with his hand.

"Push harder!" Old Mike urged.

"What if I break it if I use too much force? Will you buy me a new one?"

The boss said impatiently.

"Wait, the picture is coming out!"

Old Mike pointed at the magic camera and shouted.

As he said, the snow on the screen disappeared and a pure black screen appeared.

"What kind of advertisement is this?"

Before he finished speaking, a blood-red mark appeared in the black, drawing a pattern on the screen.

First a circle is drawn, then a cross that is tilted to the left.

There is a vague feeling of evil.

Old Mike didn't understand what kind of advertisement would have such a creepy style.

Is this to attract people to buy or to scare people?

The pattern was completed, and a voice like chanting came from the speakers, but it was different from the scriptures of the church pastor. It was like a possessed patient repeating a terrible prophecy.

"God is the root of all evil, and only Mammon can bring salvation."

"God is the root of all evil, only Mammon..."

Repeating this sentence over and over again.

I've never heard of any religious sect praying like this; it's more like a spellcasting chant.

Wait, the chanting of spellcasting.

Old Mike stared at the screen intently, feeling an inexplicable anger rising in his heart.

Why do I have to gamble to be able to afford a mobile phone when I work so hard every day?

I start work before dawn and get off work at night.

He never rests, but can only barely support his family.

He is nothing more than a slave without chains.

Who caused all this?
It's the rich people, every rich person, they are guilty, every one of them is guilty...

When no one was paying attention, Old Mike's eyes gradually turned red, and he began to chant the strange prayer that came from the magic camera.

People around him noticed that he was abnormal and didn't know what was going on.

Gradually, more and more people fell into this state.

At this time, in Old Mike's eyes, the tavern owner had become one of the incarnations of evil.

From his perspective, devil horns gradually grew on the tavern owner's head and his skin turned dark red.

It is true, these people are evil demons in disguise.

He wants to expose these people's disguises.

Old Mike rushed towards the tavern owner in anger.

"Bodyguard! Bodyguard!" the boss shouted hurriedly.

But no one responded.

The boss looked at where the bodyguard should be. He was standing there blankly, his eyes also the same red.

At the same time, similar situations occurred in many places on the mainland.

(End of this chapter)