He wasn't part of the fan circle, nor did he rely on these people for a living. Lin Yan really didn't have a good impression of these irrational fans.
Most of Lin Yan's true fans had accepted the fact that he had a girlfriend. Only some "wife" fans or "husband" fans who judged based on looks found Su Mojin displeasing.
It was as if Su Mojin had stolen their boyfriend.
While the two were still being affectionate, Hao Dong had already gotten out of the car and started his livestream.
This was his first livestream on this platform. He estimated not many people would watch, only his old fans. Many new fans only watched without following, so they wouldn't know Hao Dong had suddenly switched platforms.
However, Hao Dong didn't care much. As long as Lin Yan appeared on camera during the competition, the number of viewers would skyrocket. At that time, he could announce that he would be livestreaming on this platform from now on, and the viewership would pick up.
This was the traffic he brought himself. Before, when Hao Dong was commentating on Lin Yan's matches on another platform, it seemed like the traffic belonged to Hao Dong, but in reality, a large portion of it was Lin Yan's. If Lin Yan hadn't let Hao Dong commentate, he would have gone back to square one overnight, and might even have been blacklisted.
Although the contract had some unfair clauses, the benefits were also substantial. This could be considered being a semi-exclusive streamer.
After getting out of the car, Hao Dong immediately turned on his livestream and pointed the camera at some of the nearby racers. When he first started, there were indeed very few viewers, only a few thousand. These were Hao Dong's old fans from his time commentating on the Isle of Man.
"Dongzi, what are you doing? Why the sudden jump?"
"I don't get it. There are so few beauties on this platform. If it weren't for Dongzi, I wouldn't even come!"
"Exactly, what is this 'looks' section?"
Seeing the complaints in the comments, Hao Dong was speechless. What were they talking about? Beautiful women were less important than him? The next moment, Hao Dong leaned into the microphone in front of his phone and said mysteriously.
"Do you know whose livestream platform this is?"
As a streamer, Hao Dong was a master at building suspense. Soon, people started asking in the comments, but Hao Dong wasn't going to tell them so quickly.
"Then hit the like button. When it reaches one million, I'll reveal the answer."
This new platform had a like function, unlike the old one, but Hao Dong didn't know what this like function was used for yet.
"F*** you, I'm not liking. Say it or don't!"
"One million? The few thousand of us here would probably get cramps in our hands."
"Unfollow! Unfollow!"
"Old man, what's your intention in suddenly going live!"
......
As soon as they heard they had to like before he would talk, the comments immediately became chaotic.
Hao Dong didn't have time to read the comments anymore because he felt a group of people looking at him with ill intentions.
Although this competition was extremely dangerous and a life-or-death race, because the participating racers had signed waivers, the A-country authorities basically didn't interfere. However, these street racing gangs didn't want to appear on camera, like the group in front of him.
This was a large street racing gang, led by a bald man, with nearly a hundred people behind him. However, there were only two high-displacement motorcycles. These two bikes were likely their competition vehicles.
What surprised Hao Dong was that these two heavy motorcycles were actually two Kawasaki H2s. Although the supply of cheaper bikes abroad was more abundant than in China, such bikes were still very rare overseas. This guy actually had two.
"Kid, stop filming!"
As they passed by Hao Dong, a thug immediately reached out and blocked the camera, then used his other hand to shove Hao Dong. Hao Dong stumbled and took a few steps back.
Yang Tianming, standing behind Hao Dong, frowned at the sight but didn't intervene.
Although Hao Dong was now a big streamer, he was still an ordinary person. Seeing these tattooed and menacing people, he was somewhat scared.
His upper body, exposed to the livestream camera, remained relatively calm, but his legs were trembling. His eyes inadvertently glanced in Lin Yan's direction, as if to say, "Brother, I'm your guy, you can't abandon me!"
He knew that the more than ten cars behind Lin Yan were filled with people, and they looked much more formidable than these thugs.
In response to Hao Dong's gaze, Lin Yan gave him a reassuring look, then shifted his attention to the bald man. This bald man was the same one Lin Yan had encountered before.
As for the two Kawasaki H2s behind the other party, Lin Yan knew they were "water bikes" without even looking. Most of the riders he encountered back then were also riding water bikes or scrap vehicles that had reached their expiration date.
If these people had the money to ride legitimate bikes, why would they be out here as street racers! It was true that high-displacement motorcycles were cheaper overseas, but they weren't dirt cheap.
The bald man seemed to recognize the Lamborghini Veneno as well and even leaned over to look at the car window. However, things were different now. Lin Yan had rolled up the windows, so he couldn't see anything.
Just then, the betting started. When the bald man heard the betting had begun, he stopped looking and quickly led his men to the betting area.
After the bald man left, Lin Yan pressed the electric window button, leaving a small gap.
Besides the competition, Lin Yan was most interested in this betting game.
Because, based on his observation, there were very few things the organizers could profit from. They mainly relied on the racers' registration fees and audience tickets.
There were also spectators, and they were all wealthy individuals. They were in a grandstand on the mountainside. Lin Yan estimated there were a few thousand people. Although the number was small, the tickets for this kind of competition might be more than ten times that of regular races.
This competition had almost no costs. The costs for the venue and track were minimal. They could make money from tickets and entry fees, but Lin Yan believed that organizers who could offer such rewards definitely weren't just trying to make money from these tickets.
Who would organize a competition without making money? Therefore, the money must be in this betting game.
The betting area was in the center of the venue. Simply put, it was a table with a piece of paper on it. The paper recorded the rules of the betting.
Besides that, there were four bodyguards in black and one operator from the organizing party.