The Richest Man in the DC World

　　 There are two types of dictators:

　　 One is to use strong means to make people submit, and not to give others any opportunity to speak.

　　 The other is absolute self-centeredness. You can express your opinions, but you have to do what I say.

　　 There is no doubt that Luke is the latter.

　　 After two months of getting along, the employees have already understood the personality of the boss. To be honest, they don't like such a boss, but countless times have proved that the boss is always right. The more often, everyone is getting used to obeying orders.

　　Only Zucks Berger asked questions,

　　 "What kind of video platform are you going to create? Traditional original creation, links? Or new copyrights and clicks?

　　 Luke glanced at him and said arrogantly.

　　 "Don't include those sunset industries in the map of ShowMe, they don't deserve it."

　　 "Charlie, get the computer in."

　　 "Okay, boss."

　　 Several laptops are placed in front of the heads of various departments, the software has been opened, and the videos and pictures show many options that have never appeared before: share, repost, follow, comment, like, put on top, etc.

　　 For later generations of Internet spoilers, these things are too familiar, but for young people in the DC world

　　 After only a few interactions, everyone's expressions changed. This thing is so social that it is incredible.

　　 Thumbs up from a fat house obsessed with the online world,

　　 "Boss, you are such a genius!"

　　 "I heard this sentence 999 times. You are the thousandth."

　　 Luke faintly smiled, "Well, everyone, concentrate your attention and stop looking at the computer. The meeting is not over yet?"

　　 "Zachs, you are the head of the technical department, talk about your thoughts."

　　 Zachs opened his mouth and was speechless, with countless thoughts in his mind.

　　 "Very...very good!"

　　 The technical staff sneered, and their disdain was beyond words.

　　 Zachs cheeks flushed, annoyed and embarrassed.

　　 Luke continued, "There is nothing but good."

　　 Everyone’s eyes came together, and Zux Berg, who had been busy with the hacker business, suddenly felt a huge pressure, which he had never experienced before. After a long silence, he tentatively replied.

　　 "I...I think that in order to attract users, it is not enough to rely on the software itself, and we need something else..."

　　 Luke didn’t let him go. He wanted to see how much potential this young man with the same face as the founder of Facebook has.

　　 "What do you mean by [other], give some specific suggestions."

　　 "Just... things that can attract widespread attention, such as news, hot spots, etc."

　　 Luke snapped his fingers, "Good saying, very good!"

　　 "ShowMe is a social software, the essence of which is the linkage and communication between users. Only by ensuring sufficient topicality and allowing users to pursue the goal of discussion can the company develop for a long time."

　　 "Zachs's proposal is very forward-looking, and it hits the key to the problem."

　　 Hearing this, Zacks Berger breathed a sigh of relief. He wiped his forehead with his right hand and found a thin layer of sweat.

　　 "Then the question comes, how can we keep topical and popular?"

　　 Rowan stood up and said, "We can open a criminal column to discuss gangs and evil organizations hidden in big cities. Gotham City is a good target."

　　 "A good suggestion. After the meeting, you can find some employees to make a copy and give it to me before 4pm."

　　 "Okay, boss."

　　 After Rowan sat down, other people gave ideas one after another. Some suggested party competition, some suggested a presidential election, and others raised traditional topics such as environmental pollution and the proliferation of guns...

　　 Luke sat in a chair and listened attentively. He waited until everyone had finished speaking before speaking.

　　 "After listening to your answers, I think it is necessary to reiterate that 90% of ShowMe users are young people. Your proposal is good, but you ignore the most important issues and miss the G-spot of young people."

　　 "What do young people like? Current affairs politics? Partisan competition? Don't be funny, they don't care about it at all. The things that allow them to chase and discuss passionately are nothing more than these: cool, trendy, fun and heroes."

　　 "The first four can be grouped into one category, and only the introductory is needed to attract popularity, such as this..."

　　 Luke clicked on a video file and put it on the big screen.

　　 I saw a group of well-dressed black people carrying a coffin and dancing on the street. The movements were weird but full of rhythm. With the brilliant music, it gave people an indescribable sense of comicality.

　　 噗嗤!

　　 The fat guy from the technical department couldn't hold back, he laughed first.

　　 The other people also twitched their cheeks, and their eyes were full of smiles. Only Mr. Arthur was expressionless. Among the people present, only his skin was black.

　　 Luke pressed the pause button and said grimly.

　　 "Is it funny?"

　　 Everyone didn't speak, and the boss' mood was on his face. Who would dare to provoke him at this time.

　　 "Okay, let me ask one more question, can this video detonate the enthusiasm of young people?"

　　 "Rowen, you will answer."

"should be no problem."

　　 "Cindy?"

　　 "Sure."

　　 The girl replied, confident.

　　 "Zachs, you say."

　　 The latter glanced at Arthur, UU reading www.uukanshu. com nodded hesitantly.

　　 "I think it's okay, and I think it's okay. Entertainment, joy, and complaints are mixed with a little sense of superiority. The superficial happiness is easily accepted by the public, but this is not what I pursue."

"I tell you that the video just now is not an entertainment show, it is a real thing. Carrying a coffin and dancing is a peculiar joy and funeral custom in Ghana. They believe that death is the restart of life and should not be pessimistic and should be sent off in a cheerful atmosphere. The dead embark on a new journey."

　　 "To please the public with entertainment, sooner or later will be abandoned by the public. This is the law of history."

"The ShowMe I expect is not such a superficial thing. It should become a window that connects multiple cultures. Through this window, you can learn about different countries, different cultures, and different people. It is your eyes. , I will show you all over the planet and browse the magical scenery that you have never thought of."

　　 "Connect the world and shorten the distance. This is the future of ShowMe."

　　 "Entertainment is just a tool to speed up the process."

　　 The last word fell, and the air suddenly fell into silence. Everyone was shocked by the remarks. The feelings of admiration, surprise, sigh, and silence were varied. After a few seconds, they all turned into applause.

　　 Philip Arthur sighed,

　　 "Luke, are you really such a genius."

　　 "Mr. Arthur, you are the thousand and one who said this."

　　 Luke smiled, calmly and calmly, and even more extraordinary. He waited for the applause to end before speaking slowly.

　　 "I'm finished talking about the entertainment, let's talk about heroes. Many of you have heard news about volunteers and superhuman beings. I have a few videos in my hand. Please refer to them."