Live Streaming Novels & Stories

As time went on, the number of viewers in Josh Batton’s live stream channel had also exceeded 300 million… Flying Fish Media’s live stream platform began to experience lags due to the sudden increase in viewers. Flying Fish Media’s official technicians worked around the clock to ensure the live stream could operate normally. This live stream had broken the record for having the highest number of recorded viewers. As the crowd increased, the comments in Josh’s live stream channel also increased. Comments occupied the entire screen. Josh couldn’t see anything else apart from the comments on the screen. After the two of them were done cleaning up, Josh took his phone and walked into the kitchen

Then an idea hit her—live streaming. It was a fast-growing goldmine, especially when tied to product sales. She already had a small following thanks to her acting gig. If she could ride that momentum and hit six figures, she could afford a new place. Maybe even move next door to Simon. Her eyes lit up with resolve. Without wasting another second, she powered on her laptop and launched a live stream. But there was a catch—she couldn’t show her face. Her contract with Ruiz Star Entertainment strictly forbade any unofficial broadcasts. If the agency found out, she could be sued for breach and forced to pay compensation.

Rachel sneered. "I'm giving you a friendly tip. If you want to make a scene, make it a big one. TV stations fear offending Lawson Global and the Lawson family, so they won't let you on their programs. But now, anyone can livestream from anywhere. You lot should give it a try." "What's live streaming?" George didn't even complete primary school, so he didn't understand live streaming. "Ask someone else if you want to know what it is! If you're going ahead, I know some people who can drive traffic to your livestream!"

This idea could benefit their show by showcasing positive community development. He added, "You can use our show's live stream to promote your products. We'll include a link to your live stream during our broadcast."

Juliet was taken aback, and retorted skeptically, "Mr. Lester, I heard you used to be a sales team leader at Prospera Corporation. Even so, I doubt you fully grasp the intricacies of livestreaming e-commerce. "Currently, the major revenue for several domestic short video platforms comes from selling traffic. Among them, livestreaming sales are the most profitable online business. There’s also a huge shortage in traffic compared to what is needed. "Now, you're saying that there are platforms that won't charge us, and also give us free traffic? That sounds too good to be true. It sounds more like a scam!" Her remarks sparked murmurs from other executives. "Yeah, isn't he just talking nonsense?

pressed the scalpel against my waist, the icy sting of the blade making me shiver. The live stream chat, open only to special members, was alive with chatter. Up on the observation deck, the other people in the room with Samantha spoke in low, excited murmurs. "Dr. Sonnet, this is truly an amazing idea! Live harvesting of an organ… The sheer shock value alone will make our live stream explode with popularity!" Someone who looked like an assistant stepped forward with their phone, pressing it tightly against the one-way glass to capture every flicker of terror crossing my face.

The time of the first broadcast was set at eight o"clock on Saturday evening. It was prime time. In the afternoon, the director sent a message on the WhatsApp groupchat. [Tonight is the first broadcast of "The Grand World." At the same time, the actors and actresses need to give live broadcast and audience interaction.] Now that the live streaming market was popular, the streamers could create a wave of topics if they could broadcast together during the show"s first episode. [No problem! But should we connect the voice call on the Internet or live broadcast together?] Iszard sent a message in the group chat. After a while, the director replied.

Their faces were filled with curiosity, disgust, and excitement. Countless phones and cameras were pointed at me. They livestreamed everything, 24 hours a day.

I had died for a year and was pushed to cross the River of Souls 99,999 times, but I could not do so as no one had given me a proper burial. The netherworld forced me to return to the mortal world for 48 hours to find someone to bury me, or my soul would vanish after 48 hours. They even started a livestream to make some income for themselves. On the first day of my return, my ex-girlfriend and the real heir of the family who hated me were about to get married. Netizens predicted that I would be malicious enough to crash the wedding for revenge, but all I did was sit in a small restaurant and order myself a delicious burger. While waiting for my food, the first sentence I said to the cam