Produce 101 Live Stream Novels & Stories

“What? You don’t know about that? SnapTok, the live streaming platform under Golden Scale Corporation. It’s the top five most popular apps in the country.” Cyan shot a contemptuous gaze at Kaze. To prevent him from asking anything crazy and disturbing her conversation with Wesley, she got up and snatched Kaze’s phone to download the app for him. “Cyan, don’t waste time with that useless bastard. You can go live now. I’m ready. You can just tell him to go home.” Wesley sounded impatient on the call. “My dad invited him here, I can’t just tell him to leave.” Cyan prepared her live stream on her phone as she tossed Kaze’s phone back to him.

**[Saint Emperor VIP Jenkins has sent two meteor showers in Harmony Clinic’s livestream, and 100 Star Rivers will be randomly dropped in the stream! **[I Love You: Oh my God! 100 Star Rivers!]** **[Night Eleven: One meteor shower costs 5,000. Three of them would be 15,000, right?]** **[Trying to Get Ashore: Shh, don’t speak, Mr. Jenkins is still sending!]** **[I Want to Be Single: Does pretty girl’s fan’s face hurt?]** In addition to providing substantial income for the streamer, meteor showers also gave the live stream a full-platform broadcast. This meant that anyone who entered the platform could see Harmony Clinic’s livestream!

The live-streaming room was drowned in cheers. Later, the performance data showed that the performance of the live broadcast that day was equivalent to the combined performance of ten top live broadcasting platforms in a year, plus the sales of Double Eleven. After the live stream ended, Frost wanted to take Bianca back to the 108th floor. However, Bianca suggested going to her place instead, as Charlie had bought a house for Lily, and Lily had already moved in.

There had only been a measly few hundred views for the past half an hour since it started. The Panda Foundation did actually attempt to promote this livestream. However, the entire media network was dominated by the news of Nathan and Tehilla's affairs, vastly overshadowing the Panda Foundation's puny advertising efforts. Before Rex managed to figure out what was going on, Nathan had begun his live broadcasting to show off his sweet relationship. Soon enough, the fans logged in. With the pop up feature available on the live streaming application, the screen was swarmed with comments showing disbelief:

"Where is the promised freedom to broadcast? The promised righteousness of the world? The promise of freedom to broadcast and bringing relationships closer is pure f*cking bullsh*t!" "SwitchTV, you are just like those bugs who bully the weak and are afraid of the strong - no backbone!" Michelle was furious. Even though there was wonderful content in front of her, she could not stream it live. She looked at her live room and noticed countless fans asking questions. "Michelle, what's going on? What about the promised overnight live broadcast? How did it go offline?" "I still want to see the thighs of Homan Technology’s boss. Why can’t I see them now?"

“He left the territory early this morning to begin filming with the cameras. It’s being streamed live to the city as we speak.” My fingers freeze instantly over the keyboard. My eyes look up, a shadow of pure disbelief flickering in my gaze as I stare at Myles. Wordlessly, Myles pulls out his device, launches the live stream feed, and places it gently on the wooden desk right in front of my hands. My eyes glance down at the screen. My expression darkens to pure coal. “Cruel rogue,” I grumble under my breath.

, posted their first post. It read, "I'm live streaming on the platform Hellington. The account is 123xxx. Everyone, do watch it."

By the time the live broadcast ended, the revenue from a single stream had exceeded 10 million. The platform opened special permissions for her. The money was immediately transferred to the studio's charity fund. Helma was packing up her cosmetics when her cell phone rang. It was a video call from Cole. After Helma got through, she laughed and said, "Did you call me at the right time?" "I was watching your live broadcast just now." In the video call, Cole was sitting beside a floor lamp, with a yellow light coming from behind him. His hair seemed to be tinged with gold.

"Exactly! You can just focus on doing interviews. I guarantee that you'll become explosively popular!" "The kid will never believe you!" "Isn't the recent gossip about Jonathan and his ex-stepmother? What if a bombshell drops and the live stream becomes blocked?" "It's alright. Even if the kid is blocked, there's still Giselle. Both of them have elite family backgrounds and are very wealthy. They won't be blocked for long." "They can just speak in code so that only the fans will understand. The platform won't be able to detect it then. They won't do anything to the live stream."

"Live-stream? You're out of your damn minds. I'm about to kill someone, and you think this is a show?" The man's face turned red, but he stood his ground. "Sir, there are a lot of big names in Chetvine offering serious money for a live broadcast. Our company also has powerful backers. All you need to do is fight; we're only here to stream it. It won't bother you." Conrad's patience snapped; he was about to tell them to get the hell out or throw them out himself when Andrew grinned and waved them over. "Hey, guys, come here."