Chapter 863 – I Opened a Fake Live Stream Room (Part Nine)
“Why are both audiences from different dimensions using Chinese characters?”
That’s a good question, but Jiang Pengji has no answer! She’s wide-eyed and making stuff up.
“Maybe it’s because Chinese characters are the universal script across all dimensions?”
After her profound statement, the audiences in both live streams were left speechless.
How could this baby be so clever they had nothing to retort?
A certain viewer with a blue username nervously typed, ready for the inevitable ban from a big-shot in red.
【Not Envious of Immortals】: People used to say that English is the world’s universal language, but now I can proudly declare that Chinese characters are the true universal language across all dimensions. It’s so touching! I hope the nation acknowledges this and abolishes the awful English exams!
In a sea of red messages, this blue comment stood out, gaining countless likes.
The red commenters rallied behind their blue friend, cheering him on.
Discussing English exams just made everyone sad!
The two previously feuding groups were now like fellow countrymen meeting, eyes brimming with tears.
They engaged in a “friendly” discussion about the two dimensions, but the live stream’s restrictions were too tight. They couldn’t talk politics, so they could only piece together the timelines, discovering that outside of some historical discrepancies, the overall situation was strikingly similar! Many quick-witted souls had begun to hatch devious plans.
Since their circumstances were so alike but their developments different, couldn’t they “help” each other?
Thinking of the popular “Literary Plagiarist” genre in online novels, they could surely imitate and possibly get famous?
After all, they were two worlds; even if someone accused them of plagiarism, pursuing it across dimensions would be immensely difficult.
They could call it—mutual reference and joint development, ensuring the splendid civilizations don’t just fade away!
Jiang Pengji casually glanced at the stream’s comments. Many viewers were paying attention to this detail; some thought plagiarism was wrong, others wondered what was wrong with exchanging ideas between dimensions. After all, the original author wasn’t likely to jump through dimensional hoops to sue.
It’s the usual pattern in online novels; no one knows if something gets plagiarized!
They forgot it was Jiang Pengji’s live stream room, and as a Level 6 streamer, her authority was a bit higher than before.
After a while, those discussing the feasibility of “borrowing” ideas were all kicked out.
They were confused for a moment, then the system’s notifications made their faces twitch.
【You have been kicked from the live stream room by the host for violating the room rules.】
Honestly, that was the first time since Jiang Pengji took over that she actively kicked someone out; it was clear she was a bit angry.
Not only the blue-commenting viewers were kicked, but also quite a few red commenters.
With a warm smile on her face, Jiang Pengji said, “According to the Federation’s laws regarding original literature and various property rights, plagiarism is a serious crime, with penalties starting from three years, up to a lifetime sentence. Even if the original creator does not press charges, 90% of the profits must go to them, along with hefty compensation for emotional damages. If you want to reference, I don’t mind, but please get permission from the original authors first. Alternatively, you can ask the official to take the lead and establish a special alliance to regulate cultural exchanges between the two dimensions.”
After saying that, she got up to pack away her fishing rod and basket, preparing to head home.
Some viewers felt embarrassed by her words, some thought she was meddling, and others were fully supportive.
After all, it was her live stream room; they had to follow basic rules.
After an intense half-day battle, the audiences from both dimensions managed to communicate civilly.
Seeing this, Jiang Pengji smiled faintly and ambled back into the city.
Little did she know, the live stream drama had taken wing, taking over major websites’ headlines.
Cross-dimensional live streaming was one thing, but now interacting with another dimension’s audience on the same platform was truly a heavenly event!
The red commenters were relatively calm; though Jiang Pengji’s stream often featured violent scenes, overall, it leaned towards positivity. Many directors filming ancient wars enjoyed editing and borrowing from the live content.
Nowadays, films favored indoor shoots; green screens were preferred, and hardly anyone exerted effort on location shooting.
Overall, Jiang Pengji’s stream was perceived positively by the public.
However, the blue-commenting viewers were a different story.
As soon as word spread, a huge uproar ensued; insults and mockery dominated the conversation.
Thanks to the time-traveling lady, the stream was now slapped with all sorts of unsavory labels. Since it had been around for over 20 years, many audiences had a fixed impression—just the mention of it was enough to provoke disgust and ridicule, as if it were a pile of stinking dung.
After such a lengthy sifting process, the audience demographics had solidified.
Now that a new host had suddenly taken over, not only did it fail to attract new readers, but it also chased away the audience partial to pretty faces.
Thus, for quite some time, Jiang Pengji’s stream maintained a red to blue ratio hovering around 9:1 or 19:1.
This delighted the red commenters.
The cake was only so big; the stream’s capacity was capped at 850,000, and they hoped all of it would belong to them.
Yup, the host was theirs, and no rogue was going to steal that away!
Jiang Pengji didn’t care; she wasn’t about to concern herself with which dimension the viewers came from, as long as they weren’t from her original world.
As a Federation general, leading a tenth of the army, she had now fallen to being a mere small-scale farmer, her circumstances quite tragic.
Humming a little tune, Jiang Pengji stepped into the city, bathed in the orange-yellow light of sunset, the streets bustling with life.
Vendors were calling out their wares, and children were playing and laughing as they chased each other.
“Ah—”
The leading young boy accidentally bumped into Jiang Pengji, but she stood resolute while he fell hard.
“There are carriages and people everywhere. You mischievous kids can play elsewhere!”
Frowning, Jiang Pengji scooped up the fallen child, who looked ready to cry. A woman nearby gasped in fear.
She hurried over to take the child away, trembling with fright.
When the woman recognized Jiang Pengji’s face, it was as if her voice had been stolen; she couldn’t utter a word.
Jiang Pengji was usually quite approachable; many common people recognized her face, and this woman had seen her before.
“My servant’s child is naughty and has disturbed the governor…”
As the woman knelt, she made her two or three-year-old child kneel along with her.
Jiang Pengji had an excellent memory and found the woman’s face somewhat familiar.
“Who are you?”
Hearing the woman’s words, it was clear she wasn’t just an ordinary villager.
The woman, trembling with excitement, said, “The governor saved the Young Master’s life years ago. I’ve always wanted to thank you in person… Do you remember? During the earthquake in Dongqing, when you dug out the child from the rubble?”
