FWF Chapter 171 The Weibo server crashed, and the programmers worked overnight to expand its capacity.
Chapter 171 The Weibo server crashed, and the programmers worked overnight to expand its capacity.
The idyllic scene inside the van was merely a brief respite in the eye of the storm.
The outside world had already been turned into a pot of boiling oil because of that one act of removing the mask.
One second after the live broadcast signal was cut off, the entire Chinese Internet suffered an unprecedented dimensional reduction attack.
In the brightly lit building at Weibo's headquarters, the alarm blared mournfully, as if offering an apology.
"It's collapsed! It's completely collapsed!"
Old Zhang, the head of the technical department, slammed the freshly brewed goji berry tea onto the table. Looking at the purplish-red traffic curve on the big screen, and the alarming "502 Bad Gateway" errors all over the screen, he felt that his already thinning hairline was about to recede another three centimeters.
"Boss, has the backup server been switched in?"
"It's gone! It collapsed in three seconds!"
A programmer with dark circles under his eyes frantically typed on the keyboard while roaring in a tearful voice.
"This isn't a normal traffic peak! It's like the entire human race is refreshing the page simultaneously!"
"Stop talking nonsense! Expand! Keep expanding!"
Old Zhang roared at the top of his lungs, spittle flying everywhere.
"Borrow all the servers from the project team next door! If we can't get it back to normal tonight, we're all fired!"
At this moment, countless netizens scrolling through Weibo on their phones can only stare helplessly at the endlessly spinning gray circle.
I finally managed to find a comment, but before I could even read it, the page went blank again.
"Sorry, the server is temporarily down..."
"Stop daydreaming!"
In a male dormitory at a university, a boy was so angry that he almost smashed his phone.
"I just finished typing and was about to say a few words praising Lin Shen, and you crashed it? Weibo, are you even competent?!"
A full twenty minutes passed.
After programmers sacrificed countless strands of hair, Weibo's fragile servers finally managed to shakily relaunch.
The trending topics list immediately caught my eye.
There was no suspense, no rivals.
The top ten were all that one name.
#LanlingWangLinZhou# [Breaking News]
#AlmightyShenlinzhou# [Boiling]
#Su Qingge married the right person# [Trending]
#From gigolo to singing champion's comeback# [New]
Clicking into the super topic called "Lanling King Lin Zhou", the style inside has completely changed.
This place used to be a gathering place for haters, filled with insults like "Get out, you gigolo" and "Lin Zhou is not good enough for Su Tianhou".
Now?
This place has become a massive "it smells so good" scene, and a pilgrimage site for "collective kneeling".
[User 9527: I'm an idiot. I admit I used to be a bit loud. Who would have thought that a stay-at-home dad who's always around the stove could sing a divine song like "Exaggeration"? Lin Shen, I'm bowing down in admiration!]
[Specializing in criticizing bad movies: My face hurts so much, really. I just finished watching "A Chinese Odyssey" and cried like a baby, and then tonight I was blown away by "The Masked Singer." Lin Zhou, how many more surprises do you have in store for us?]
[Passerby A: This isn't just being a kept man, it's outright exploiting him and even flipping the table! Su Tianhou's taste is absolutely amazing; she didn't just find a husband, she struck gold!]
[Music critic Lao Wang: I just deleted thirty Weibo posts criticizing Lin Zhou overnight. From today onwards, I won't comment on anyone else, I'll only praise Lin Zhou! That voice, that technique, that emotion—even the national team would have to offer him a cigarette!]
Even some of the big-name influencers who usually love to ride the wave of popularity and criticize Lin Zhou have quietly pinned their apology letters to the top of their posts, afraid of being swept away by this fervent wave of public opinion.
at the same time.
Beijing, Starry Sky Media Headquarters.
Although it was late at night, Su Qingge's studio was as bustling as a vegetable market.
Agent Hongjie sat at her desk with five cell phones in front of her.
"Ring ring—"
"Buzzing—"
The ringing of bells rose and fell, weaving together into a chilling symphony.
Sister Hong picked up one phone with her left hand while simultaneously pressing down on another vibrating phone with her right, keeping herself as busy as a thousand-armed Guanyin.
"Feed? Director Zhang! Oh, you're too kind! What? You want to invite Lin Zhou to record a variety show? As a regular guest? The fee is negotiable?"
"Um... I'm sorry, Director Zhang, Lin Zhou's schedule might be a bit tight. We'll have to look into it again... Oh, it's not about the money, really not!"
I hung up this one, and before I could even catch my breath, another one rang.
"Hey? Mr. Li! Oh my, you're a rare guest! You want Lin Zhou to be the spokesperson for your new sports car? A global spokesperson?"
"Ahem, Mr. Li, well... we need to go back and discuss this with Lin Zhou. As you know, his current net worth..."
While responding to the compliments on the other end of the phone, Sister Hong's hands were trembling with excitement.
She covered the microphone, gave a wink to her equally overwhelmed assistant beside her, and whispered:
"Quick! Write down all these invitations! Don't miss a single one!"
"Also, cross out all bids below 50 million! Lin Zhou is a god they can't even dream of reaching!"
The assistant's face flushed with excitement as she typed rapidly on the keyboard.
"Sister Hong! Hunan TV sent an email! They said if Lin Zhou agrees to be a mentor, we can name our appearance fee! If we're not satisfied, they can even give him a year's worth of prime-time airtime on Starry Sky Media!"
"hiss--"
Sister Hong gasped, feeling her heart pounding wildly.
Fill it in as we see fit?
What does this mean?
This is practically treating Lin Zhou like an ancestor!
"They've gone mad, they've all gone mad."
Hongjie hung up the phone, slumped into a chair, picked up the water glass on the table and took a big gulp, her eyes gleaming with a greedy and excited light like a wolf.
"I knew this kid was going to be something special, but I never expected... he actually flew straight out of the atmosphere!"
Just as the online world was paralyzed because of Lin Zhou, and the capital circles were fighting tooth and nail to acquire him.
The Bird's Nest Stadium, backstage interview area.
The level of chaos here is no less than that of Weibo's servers.
Dozens of fully armed security guards joined hands to form a human wall, desperately resisting the group of reporters outside who resembled a zombie siege.
"Make way! Don't push!"
"Back up! Everyone back up!"
The security captain's voice was hoarse from shouting, and his hat was pushed askew, but he still couldn't stop those media people who were willing to risk their lives for the headlines.
"Lin Zhou! Director Lin! Look this way!"
"Have you been hiding your strength for so many years just to play dumb and outsmart others?"
"Director Lin! Just now, Soda rushed onto the stage to hug you. Does that mean you're going to hold a public wedding ceremony?"
A dense swarm of cameras and microphones, like a jungle, were positioned at the entrance to the passage. Flashes went off wildly, illuminating the area as if it were daytime.
It was in this suffocating crowd that we found ourselves.
From the depths of the passage, a tall, slender figure slowly emerged.
He had taken off his flamboyant clown suit and put on a simple white shirt, casually holding the hideous Lanling King mask in his hand.
Faced with the overwhelming cameras and microphones, Lin Zhou stopped in his tracks.
He reached up and straightened his slightly disheveled collar, a smile playing on his lips, a smile that was both helpless and somewhat cynical.
"Everyone, please push slowly."
"If the microphone gets stuck in my mouth, tonight's interview will turn into a mukbang."