These people didn't know what Chen Guang couldn't do well, but everyone knew that if there wasn't an irresistible force, no one in the world would be able to stop Chen Guang from being crowned as King tomorrow.
Some things were just so strange. Even if they knew the result from the start, these people still felt their blood boil when they thought of that scene.
The Global Dota Solo Throne Challenge grew from nothing, and the attention grew from low to high. From an unbridled young man who seemed to be clamoring in a dream, to a hero who trained hard and finally became a great person, to be crowned on the stage.
More and more people paid attention to this competition. At the start, the number of people who signed up for the competition was in the millions, but by the opening match, the audience had already reached the tens of millions.
But unknowingly, when Chen Guang really won 140 matches in a row, the attention of the last day of the Throne Challenge had already exceeded a hundred million to a certain extent.
More and more people started to remember. They might have found out about this from different channels.
At the start, this was treated as a joke, but now this joke was about to become real.
A competition without suspense shouldn't be attractive, but if everyone knew that he could really win and that he was really going to step on the heads of all the players to be crowned as King, everyone would want to personally see him take that last step.
Those who liked and were passionate about esports were mostly young and energetic people.
Even many people born in the 80s, who were once youths, had already gone on to various jobs as they graduated, becoming the mainstay of the country and society.
But no matter whether they became so-called managers, so-called middle management, or section chiefs, no matter whether they were high-spirited or solemn, no one could deny that they were once young.
Employees who had just started working would think that these people born in the 80s were cold-faced leaders, that they were unreasonable, and that they were inflexible.
But no matter if they were born in the 90s or in the 80s, who hadn't been youthful, who hadn't been hot-blooded?
Time flew, and no one could find back what was lost. It was only hidden in the corner of their memories, occasionally surging up in their minds in the middle of the night.
They were either hugging their wives and children, or sitting by the window and looking at the dark sky outside, but their minds were gradually recalling the sounds and scenes of the past.
We recalled the past, and it was as if we had returned to the time when a large group of people crowded in a university dorm room, shouting in groups of five to six. We endured the heat of the scorching summer night as we roared with sweat dripping down our foreheads.
When you are killed under the tower, four TP cards will light up at the same time.
When you are being chased by five people and are about to fall to the ground in the next second, your roommate will descend from the sky with his Centaur Mammoth, reversing the Yin and Yang, cutting off the path of all the enemies.
Just as your Fire Lady was on the verge of death, your teammate, the Soul Guard, sounded the war drum and rushed over from behind like a god descending to the mortal world. He ignited his Black Emperor Scepter and held your hand tightly, using the Soul Barrier to transfer his life to you.
When all your outer towers and barracks fell under the enemy's overwhelming attack, you controlled Medusa and held the holy sword that your teammates had bought with their lives to forge for you, defending the World Tree with your own strength.
When you and your teammates withstood the pressure of guarding Athena and shouted, "As long as the tower doesn't fall, we won't retreat."
When you, who were in charge of the support, were defeated time and time again, and even lost the courage to step out of the spring, your teammate, Will-o-Wisp, finally came out of the radiance. He told you, "Brother, thank you. Leave the rest to me."
When the team battle erupted, your teammates were defeated by the enemy. Your wandering swordsman finally found an opportunity. He roared and roared. Golden light flashed as he summoned the power of God and jumped into the crowd. He stunned all the enemies with the Storm Hammer and waved Daedalus's Mortis fiercely, using the enemy's dark red blood to sacrifice the lives of his teammates.
When everyone thought that they had failed and that the five enemies were about to destroy all your barracks, you and your teammates sold their equipment at the same time, took out flying shoes, and landed in front of the enemy's World Tree to turn the situation around.
All these memories gradually faded with the erosion of time, but they were always like assassins hiding in the dark, suddenly jumping out when you were not paying attention, ruthlessly stabbing the softest part of your ribs, causing you to unknowingly feel heartache and hot tears welling up in your eyes.
In fact, what people cared about the most wasn't the game itself, but the youth and memories that had been taken over by the game.
Our computers had changed from Pentium to Core, our mice had changed from Dual Swallow to Thundersnake, and our keyboards had changed from 30-yuan street goods to Green Red Black Tea's dazzling backlit mechanical keyboards. The environment in which we played games had also changed from crowded dorms that were as hot as steamers to high-end internet cafes or our own study rooms. Our game screens had also changed from the crude War3 to the Origin 2 engine's Dota 2.
Everything was getting better and better, but the lost youth and memories could never be found again.
No matter how good the internet cafes and study rooms were, they couldn't compare to the once steamer-like dorms because things remained the same, but people had changed.
However, no matter how good one's youth was, one would eventually grow old.
Time was like gold, and it would always be blown away by the wind and rain.
Perhaps we would take a break from our busy work to watch the competition, to see the players that we used to admire, and to see that they were now as old as we were.
We would also be secretly sad about the desolation of Sean Dota, and we would also fight with the League of Legends players until our faces were red with anger, even if it was meaningless.
No one could deny that the game was ultimately just a passerby. What would never change in life was responsibility, be it family, life, or work.
These people from the 80s and 90s had their own duties and responsibilities, pulling themselves away from the sharp edges of their youth and turning them into smooth gears, quietly staying in the corners of this world where they needed to stay, earning a little bit of the salary that they deserved, and using this salary to continue living, waiting to grow old, waiting to be forgotten by this era.
However, what Chen Guang had done these days had pulled back those former players, current office workers, and the "old men" that had a generation gap in the words of the young people.
They also wanted to see what kind of person could actually be crowned as the king of the game that they had once been crazy and infatuated with.
At nine o 'clock in the morning, the competition hadn't started yet, but the viewership ratings of Da Chuan province satellite TV had already stabilized at more than 1.5%. This was almost the highest viewership ratings of Da Chuan satellite TV in the past few years. At this time, the television was still playing the Da Chuan morning comprehensive news program.
Everyone knew that these people were all here for the King's Challenge on the last day.
In Bamboo Culture, Chen Guang's personal live broadcast room was currently playing the highlights of yesterday and the day before, but the number of viewers had risen steadily, quickly breaking through the tens of millions, and it continued to rise.
The server resources that Xiao Cong had deliberately allocated specifically for this competition were almost unable to hold on. He made a prompt decision and decided to open a second and third channel in Chen Guang's name, mobilizing all the streaming resources that the entire Bamboo Culture could mobilize. At least more than 90% of the entire platform's bandwidth was placed on Chen Guang's competition.
The foreign live broadcast platform simply applied for a second authorization from Xiao Cong, distributing the live broadcast signal to three different companies in Europe, America, and Asia for distribution.
ESPN Sports Channel signed an agreement with Xiao Cong last night, putting the entire day's overseas cable TV resources on this competition.
The provincial stadium was already full, and there were no empty seats.
No one would have thought that an esports competition that was hastily prepared would actually grow from nothing to being famous all over the world in seven days.
Such a concept was almost equivalent to building a city of Rome in seven days.
If others wanted to organize a competition, they would start to publicize it a month or two in advance, then gather all the best players together, and finally get tens of millions of global attention.
Even the annual TI International Invitational Tournament, which was held at the very top, had at most thirty to forty million viewers.
But for Chen Guang's competition, from one million to twenty million, that was, from the official start of registration to the opening ceremony, it only took four days.
From twenty million at the opening ceremony to today's accumulation, it directly broke through a hundred million, all in just two days.
What was the concept of a competition that broke through a hundred million attention?
One-thirtieth of the Olympic Games, one-twentieth of the World Cup, seven-eighths of the European Championship, three-fourths of the Champions League. This description might be more convenient to quantify.
There were many reasons for this, but in the final analysis, it could not be separated from the most important point, and that was that he really kept winning. He was turning what the world thought was completely impossible into a reality.
This went beyond the scope of esports and became a human challenge to their own limits.
He expanded the spontaneity of a news to the extreme, and the effect was more immediate than the greatest publicity and marketing.
Others spent money to buy headlines, but he was the headline, spending money to buy his news. This was the difference.
His only regret was that he didn't realize the economic value of the competition in the beginning. Of course, not many people would believe him if he told them at that time. No one was willing to pay a high price for a competition that he came up with on a whim.
For example, the Olympic transportation fee and the broadcasting license fee of the World Cup were in the billions of US dollars. But it was obviously impossible for satellite TV stations or ESPN to spend tens of millions of US dollars to buy his live broadcast of the competition, even if it was only a few tenths of the Olympic broadcasting license fee. People would think he was crazy.
He had helped Little Cong and the platform company that was the first to buy the rights to broadcast overseas live streaming online. He had also helped Dachuan Satellite TV earn a great deal for free. Even the advertising sponsors were just a few small brands. Now, the people in charge of these small brands were overjoyed.
But this did not matter, and he could not blame anyone. If he did not decide to give Xiao Cong and the foreign platform such good treatment from the beginning, the other party would not have put so much effort into supporting the publicity resources.
As long as one was not an idiot, they would be able to imagine that Chen Guang could create a Sword Tower Throne Challenge. Maybe next time, he could also create a global race of the top racers. So far, he had shown a lot of tricks, and it was not difficult to recreate a miracle.
Chen Guang didn't know how to do business, nor did he pay much attention to it. However, others knew it in their hearts.
Only when everyone cooperated happily could it be a long-term sustainable cooperation.
A took advantage of me today and did not give me any benefits in return. So next time, I can look for B, or I can look for C.
In a sense, Chen Guang used such a top level Solo Throne Challenge to tell everyone that he had changed from an ordinary Internet celebrity in the traditional sense to a global phenomenal content provider.
The content he could provide was very simple and crude. It was his own personal skill show, but it was exceptionally effective.
In the afternoon, when the sun was setting, looking at the other party's GG on the screen, Chen Guang let out a long sigh of relief. He picked up the cup and drank the water casually, feeling the incoming faith value, and stuffed it into the world in the cup.
The Sword Tower Cup World's faith value was full, and the daily production was 44455. These days, the Deer Cry Flower seemed to be developing quite well.
His Weibo fans had reached 15 million, and the number of viewers in the live broadcast room had reached 4.8 million. In the past three days of live broadcast, the total gifts received were close to 4 million in cash, and it was still growing.
Dachuan Satellite TV, under the pressure of the policy of "Only Smashing the Chrysanthemum", forced the live broadcast for a whole day, and the average rating was 2.2%, setting a new record for the entire television station.
After considering the impact on the income of the TV station, Dachuan Satellite TV finally decided to pay 7.86 million yuan in cash for the sponsorship fees from the advertising sponsors that had been forcefully stuffed into the TV station in the past two days. In addition to the 1.5 million yuan from the licensing fees for the live broadcast, the total was 9.36 million yuan, all of which was paid to Bamboo Culture.
The overseas live broadcast platform, on the other hand, paid a total of 4 million RMB for the license fees, 6 million for the post-production distribution license fees, and 7.38 million for the live broadcast room gifts. After deducting 15% of the expenses and processing fees, a total of 14.77 million RMB was paid to Bamboo Culture.
ESPN bought the last day's live broadcast license and paid 2 million USD. After deducting other expenses, Bamboo Culture received another 10 million RMB.
The other domestic sponsors' fees added up to a total of 600,000 RMB. Okay, this was indeed quite shameful.
In addition, the live ticket revenue was 1.5 million RMB …
Okay, this unlucky person's ticket revenue was not even enough to pay for the construction of the stage.
However, Little Cong decided not to take any of the money mentioned above. He did not want any dividends at all. He even added another 20 million to Chen Guang when he had already invested 10 million in the competition itself!
There was no other way. The publicity effect he had enjoyed during this time was really too good, and it made him feel so good that he could fly.
He found that he had been deeply infatuated with the pleasure of hitching a ride, and he was completely unable to extricate himself.
A total of seven or eight days of competition made his Bamboo Live Broadcast, which was originally ranked third in the country, rush to the first place. Whether it was the number of active users or the traffic, it was double first.
He was not stupid. As long as he followed Chen Guang to run this platform well, he would have more money slowly.
However, if he made Chen Guang uncomfortable, not to mention offending the second and third generations in Beijing, Chen Guang would be unhappy and switch to other platforms, and he would have no place to cry.
Therefore, this meant that Chen Guang himself spent 2 million USD to make this global feast, and in the end, not only did he not lose, but he also made a net profit of about 48 million RMB.
This was an exaggeration, but if you really consider that the actual impact of this competition was one-twentieth of the World Cup, it was really not surprising.
This was also the first time he had done this kind of thing. He had no experience, and others also did not have confidence in him. If he really wanted to operate strictly according to the business model of promotion, for a competition of this scale, as the organizer and the most important content provider, it was reasonable to earn hundreds of millions.
Of course, at this time, he was still completely unaware of this. He was sitting on the eSports chair, enjoying the final glory and temporary satisfaction of this stage, satisfied with the production of faith value in the cup to the top.
He slowly got up and opened his arms. The afterglow of the sunset shone on him through the reflection of the glass on all sides of the Provincial Stadium. More than 70 spotlights shone on him at the same time, making him, who had just been crowned through the King's Challenge, look exceptionally tall.
"Everyone, thank you for your support."
Chen Guang said.
"All-powerful Chen Guang! The strongest on Earth! "
No one knew who first thought of this slogan, but it quickly resonated with countless people in the stadium. It first sounded from the corner, and then quickly spread throughout the whole stadium.
Chen Guang smiled. Looking around, the whole stadium was filled with white faith value threads.
That was how it should have been. He had used the loudest voice in history to tell everyone that they could boast about him as much as they wanted, because his Dota was the strongest!
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