Chapter 431: Chapter 429 Welco 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 dostic viewers exceeded seven million four hundred thousand and were still increasing, perhaps reaching the threshold of eight million.
This figure, before the summit, was rely six million viewers, inclusive of both dostic 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 pri ti 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 ca 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 rembered 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 environnt.
In one year, many strears 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 sa ti for a personal strear, let alone over three million, which was unheard of.
Wang Yongbo was certain that before Bi Fang, such a strear did not exist; only various live sports broadcasts could achieve such numbers.
Over ten million, in his mory, seed 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 dostic and international strears and all leagues, with the only thing above him being the global League of Legends tournants.
Of course, compared to such grandeur, the gap was still significant, nearly fourfold, but one must rember, 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 sentint, which the ratio of viewership shows. In the past, the number of dostic and international viewers was similar. Dostically, the fa was great, but there were more people overseas, and more who liked watching live broadcasts.
Now the number of dostic 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 sothing anyone would be curious about.
The mont 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 ti, the peak viewership for the live broadcast was just over four million, and this ti it tripled, which goes to show that most were just joining in the excitent, 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 agreent without needing to arrange it; Bi Fang’s inco from a single live broadcast was now comparable to that of so small and dium-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, ti to go to the lowest point]
[Mariana Trench, negative 11,000 ters, charge! Plant the red flag! Blossom everywhere!]
[Master Fang: Overwheld by idiots]
[Old Fang: Might as well kill ]
[I rember, isn’t Master Fang a forr military officer or sothing?]
In the live stream, soone 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 ntion it; he had almost forgotten himself.
[Ah, this move, this move is the military’s victory!]
[Is this red flag an individual act or so kind of taphor? (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 strear 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 soone 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 ans badass, it’s sothing that makes everyone exclaim wow!
Even a proof with a more intense flavor, a sense of power spontaneously erges!
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 seed not fearso. 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 ters, reaching over 8,500 ters, and once again saw “Sleeping Beauty”.
[Sleeping Beauty was nad Frances, and unlike the other two, she beca a famous “Corpse Marker” because she was the first woman to climb Mount Everest without supplental oxygen. She died on Mount Everest in 1998, but Frances collapsed due to hypoxia exhaustion while descending the mountain, two hundred and forty-four ters below Everest.]
[At that ti, 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 ti, and even a gentleman who didn’t reach out suffered long-term conscience and public opinion tornt. However, if you check the moirs of the survivors, you’ll find many of the details don’t match up, because above seven thousand ters, a normal person’s brain already beca 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 ters, exited the death zone, and ca 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 ters.
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 ters,
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,
“Welco back!”
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