No matter what Zhang Zian thought, this large group of minke whales would definitely become a major political achievement project for the municipal government. Plus, they swam thousands of miles to China to seek refuge, so it would not be good to drive them away.
The key was that besides this group of whales, there must be more aquatic creatures near Binhai City. What should he do with these creatures? He could not explain it all with the initial results of the pollution control, right?
"Right, Sihwa, there are a lot of aquatic creatures that followed you to Binhai City. Do you have a way to make them leave? Or not go near the beach? "he asked.
"Most creatures other than whales can't hear that far …" She pouted. "It's okay if they're near me, but I can't do anything further."
What she meant was that most aquatic creatures couldn't hear low-frequency sound waves, and high-frequency sound waves couldn't travel too far.
Zhang Zian thought about it, took out his phone, and said, "It's okay. I'll record your voice, and I'll think of something else."
"What is it?" Sihwa asked curiously.
"I bought an underwater speaker online a few days ago. I'll record your voice and play it in the water by the beach," he said.
The denser the medium, the farther the sound can travel. For example, the sound can travel farther in metal than in water, and the sound can travel farther in water than in air.
He bought an underwater speaker to play Sihwa's voice in the water, which could cover a fairly wide range. As long as the aquatic creatures were not near the beach, it would be fine, especially the large and medium-sized marine creatures that were easily detected by humans.
Sihwa stared at his phone. "This … is a phone?"
"Yeah, you should have seen it before." Zhang Zian felt that she must have seen a phone after watching so many Korean dramas.
"The very noisy woman from a few days ago was talking non-stop into her phone?" she asked again.
A very noisy woman?
Zhang Zian froze for a moment before he realized that Sihwa was probably referring to Snowy.
"Yeah, she's an anchor. Her usual job is to interact and chat with netizens through her phone," he explained, then realized something. "Are there no online anchors in Korean dramas?"
"What is an online anchor?" The innocence on her face didn't seem to be faked.
Speaking of which, the male and female protagonists in Korean dramas seemed to be prosecutors, judges, heirs of big companies, lawyers, doctors, and so on. They had nothing to do with online anchors.
In addition, online broadcasting was not as popular in other countries as it was in China.
What is a webcast?
This definition seemed rather difficult.
Zhang Zian pondered for a moment and tried to explain, "An online anchor broadcasts what you are doing to the audience. If they are interested, they will continue to watch and become your fans."
"Live stream what you're doing?" She was a little confused. "Can I do anything?"
"Of course not. It must be something that others are interested in!" Zhang Zian laughed. "For example, if you're good at games, you can livestream your games; if you have outstanding talents, you can livestream singing and dancing; if you're brave enough, you can livestream seeking death, such as extreme sports or haunted house adventures …"
Sihwa looked down at her light blue fishtail and translucent caudal fin. Unconvinced, she said, "What does that woman broadcast? I don't think she's good at anything. She's just chattering away. "
"She is an outdoor anchor who introduces the special attractions and shops of Binhai City to the audience," he replied.
Sihwa curled her lips and said disdainfully, "Tch! What was this? As long as it has two legs, it can be a human, right? "
"That's not necessarily true. It's not that simple." Zhang Zian shook his head. He used to think that broadcasting was very simple. It was completely lying down and counting money, but it turned out that all popular anchors had their own elements of success.
"Do you think that being an outdoor anchor is simple? That you just have to wander around and eat and drink? Not really. As far as I know, Snowy usually inspects a shop before choosing one. If she feels that a certain shop is good, she will choose that place to broadcast. Often, out of ten shops, not one can meet her standards. It is precisely because the selection criteria are very strict that her live broadcast is trusted by others. "
"Before broadcasting, she will also carefully plan the content of the broadcast, collect the opinions and feedback of the audience, create topics, stir up the atmosphere, and occasionally act cute … In addition to these, she also has her own characteristics and labels. For example, her label is that she doesn't care about the rich people in the broadcast room at all. Many people hear about it and feel curious, so they come to watch and become her fans."
Zhang Zian told Sihwa everything he had observed since he met Snowy without reservation.
"Ah, it sounds so troublesome!"
Sihwa suddenly became discouraged. She dispiritedly rested her head on the edge of the bathtub. Her two arms weakly hung down, swaying like a pendulum.
"That's why I say, there must be a reason why people can succeed." Zhang Zian ended the topic, raised his phone, and urged, "Come, talk or sing into the phone. Let the aquatic creatures who hear the sound return to where they came from."
Sihwa looked at him out of boredom. Suddenly, she straightened her body and raised one hand high. Like a primary school student requesting to speak, she said, "So boring! I want to watch TV! "
"We've talked about this before. For the time being, you haven't reached the standards to watch TV." Zhang Zian dodged the water droplets she had thrown up.
"Then I won't sing!" She angrily crossed her arms in front of her chest. It was obvious that she wanted to negotiate.
Zhang Zian was speechless.
"Letting all those weird marine creatures gather in Binhai City will cause a lot of trouble. Don't alienate yourself from the party and the people," he warned.
Sihwa's answer was to roll her eyes. "It's fine if you don't give me a TV, but give me a phone. I also want to watch live broadcasts!"
Watch live broadcasts with a phone?
Zhang Zian thought about it for a while and felt that it was not a bad idea.
Sihwa stayed in the small space of the bathroom and could only see a corner of the outside world through a small window. It was indeed very boring. It was no different from being in prison. Even in prison, there was still time to go out and relax.
The more exciting the outside world was, the more helpless the inside world was.
Most of the elfins were downstairs, and the elfins upstairs were only her and Pi.
Pi couldn't speak. Even if it could, Sihwa couldn't talk to it.
Although Old Time Tea came upstairs from time to time to chat with Sihwa, after all, when it opened its mouth, it talked about all kinds of big principles. Sihwa's childish nature couldn't understand it very well.
In this way, the elfin that interacted with Sihwa the most was actually Fina …
Thinking of this, Zhang Zian couldn't help but feel moved. Did Fina think that Sihwa was too lonely, so it thought of ways to tease her all day?
Was that so?
He felt that he might be thinking too much. How could the arrogant Fina understand other people's feelings?
Compared to watching TV, watching a live broadcast should be more down to earth. It was something that young people liked, and many things on TV were too far away from reality.
Buying her a cheap mobile phone that didn't install any other software and only installed a good reputation live broadcast app should let her understand what the real world was like. It wasn't the world of overbearing presidents like in Korean dramas, nor was it the world of superpowers like in domestic TV dramas …
No matter what, it was always okay to try.
So, he nodded and agreed. "Okay, I'll go buy you a mobile phone. You can sing to make those marine creatures leave first."
"Really?"
She asked in surprise.
"Of course, a monk doesn't lie!" Richard knocked on the bathroom door with its beak. "Are you two done? I need to go to the bathroom! Or do you mean I can poop outside? "
"You're a monk!" Zhang Zian scolded. "Wait a few more minutes!"
"I can't wait! I can't hold it in anymore! "Richard's knocking frequency became more and more frequent.
Speaking of which, it was too difficult to make a bird hold in its poop …
Zhang Zian had no choice but to open the door.
Richard eagerly landed on the edge of the toilet seat and aimed its butt at the toilet.
"Quack! Do you really want to see how I poop? Do you really want to smell it? " It stared at him mischievously. "I've heard of a disease called 'odor addiction.' Some people like to smell gasoline, and some like to smell mothballs. Could it be that you … specialize in the smell of bird poop?"
"I don't want to see it or smell it!"
Zhang Zian looked disgusted. He put the phone on the bathroom counter and said to Sihwa, "I'll go out first. Call me when you're done recording."
Sihwa nodded happily, then pinched her nose and sank into the water, lying at the bottom of the tank.
Dong!
Something seemed to fall into the water of the toilet.
Zhang Zian rushed out of the door amidst Richard's wild laughter and closed the door behind him.
Fina was no longer on the second floor, and neither was Snowy Lionet. They probably went to sleep on the cat tree on the first floor.
Pi was focused on typing. Zhang Zian asked embarrassedly, "Pi, did we disturb you by making noise in the bathroom?"
"Eeek."
Pi turned its head, grinned, and waved its hand. It typed in a Word document: This is good material.
Zhang Zian was in awe. He felt that Pi already had the demeanor of a novelist, but he still reminded it, "Remember to make me look more handsome."
Dong dong!
The bathroom door was knocked from the inside.
"Open the door! I'm done! "Richard said noisily.
"Did you wipe your butt clean?" Zhang Zian asked through the door.
"Quack! I wiped it clean. Do you want to verify it? "it called again.
"I'm not interested! But I'm warning you, if you dare to rub bird poop in the house, I'll beat the shit out of you! "
He opened the door, and Richard flapped its wings and flew out.
"Quack! I have a suggestion. How about installing a smart toilet lid? The kind that will spray water and dry your butt, so I don't have to rub it on paper towels all the time! "
"You're so nosy!" Zhang Zian glared.
"I'm done recording!" Sihwa shouted.
Zhang Zian walked into the bathroom and listened to the recording. He felt that Sihwa's singing was mixed with something strange … puff puff.
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