Chapter 242: Chapter 172: Luo Xiaozhu: Do You Know the Dance King’s Worth? Chen Jincheng: Slap

This annoyed her.

She’d filmed her “Subject Three” video and gotten over a million likes, so she felt like Luo Xiaozhu was taking a shot at her, too.

Besides, Chen Jincheng was her potential future boss, so she had to defend him. She went straight to Luo Xiaozhu’s video and commented, “I love Chen Jincheng’s videos. Making people happy is what matters. Do you really think you’re the Asian Dance King?”

After posting the comment, she planned to take a screenshot and send it to Chen Jincheng as a friendly gesture, hoping he would reply to her.

But just as she went to take the screenshot, she found her comment was gone. A notification said it had been deleted.

“???” Xiaoju was stunned and cursed out loud, “You’re a celebrity, and you’re stooping to tricks like controlling the comments?”

The controversy brewed overnight. By the next morning, the topic of “Asian Dance King Luo Xiaozhu Says Chen Jincheng’s Dances Lack Technical Skill” was trending in the top three.

Chen Jincheng’s mind, however, wasn’t on this at all.

Last night, he’d gone “fishing” as usual. Not only had he caught the “mermaid” Jiang Xiaobai, but she had also dragged him back home.

Her “Sun Never Sets Dance” had also gone viral, so she was in a great mood and feeling even more proactive.

This girl already had impressive stamina, so it wasn’t until the sun was high in the sky the next day that she left.

…

When Chen Jincheng arrived at Second-Life Star and sat down in his office, he opened Tiao Yin to find he’d received a ton of private messages. Quite a few were from girls directly messaging him to recommend themselves, along with many comments from fans.

He happened to see another message from Xiaoju.

She had sent a cute, flirty selfie. Judging by the background—a model of a housing development—she was clearly already at work. Below it was a message: ’Good morning!’

Chen Jincheng smiled. He sent her a smiling emoji and a simple reply, ’You look very pretty today,’ and then went back to stringing her along.

’When it comes to stringing a woman along, you have to give her a glimmer of hope. Master the hot-and-cold routine, and she’ll always be on edge, her mind completely preoccupied with you…’

’Wait, this is about recruiting an employee, not picking up a girl.’

He just wanted to make her a little antsy.

「At the real estate sales center.」

Xiaoju’s face lit up when she saw Chen Jincheng’s reply. Seeing that he’d even called her pretty, she subconsciously typed back, “Really?”

Then, she waited expectantly for his response.

But as she waited, and waited, there was nothing. He wasn’t replying again.

“What is his deal?!” Xiaoju couldn’t help but grumble.

“What is it, Xiaoju?” a colleague next to her asked, confused.

“Nothing.” Xiaoju quickly shook her head.

Her colleague laughed and teased her, “Xiaoju, your ’Subject Three’ dance is so popular. Hasn’t Chen Jincheng contacted you yet? Why don’t you send him your video? Being an influencer has to be better than selling houses here. I mean, look at that fat pig Manager Lu, he’s still trying to hit on you.”

Hearing this, Xiaoju said firmly, “Xiaona, I’ve told you before. Chen Jincheng is a scumbag. Even if he did reach out, I wouldn’t go to his company. I wouldn’t even reply to him.”

Her colleague looked at her with a mix of frustration and disappointment. “Sigh, I don’t know what to do with you. You’ll regret this in a few years, you’ll see.”

…

「At Second-Life Star.」 Chen Jincheng had also pulled up the day’s trending topics and seen Luo Xiaozhu’s video.

He couldn’t help but complain, “What’s this guy’s problem? It never ends.”

Just then, Sister Hong came in. “Boss, have you seen the trending topics today? Should we respond to Luo Xiaozhu’s new video?”

“Of course we’re going to respond. He’s practically begging for a slap in the face, it’d be rude not to give him one, right? And this time, we have to make it hurt, so he’ll stop pestering us.” Chen Jincheng already had an interesting way to humiliate him in mind. He instructed Sister Hong, “Sister Hong, go get Zhang Ao’ai for me.”

’The best way to respond is to make him realize no one is on his side—to make him feel like the entire internet has turned against him.’

’In a situation like that, it doesn’t matter if you’re a top celebrity or even an award-winning actor, you’d start to panic. You’d worry you’ve become a public enemy, that you’ve angered the masses.’

’Especially someone with skeletons in his closet. They’re the most afraid.’

’And when it comes to skeletons in the closet, Luo Xiaozhu knows better than anyone just how many he has.’

Of course, Chen Jincheng didn’t have the power to single-handedly create that kind of public outcry. But he did have a Demonic Dance Heat Card.

He had held off on having Zhang Ao’ai film any of the previous concepts precisely to save this card for her.

If he used this card on the Booty Dance, it would have a guaranteed base popularity of 12 million likes.

What does 12 million likes even mean?

It basically means everyone online would know about it.

But this was only the base popularity produced by the Heat Card. With the current heat surrounding this issue, plus other overlapping sources of popularity, the dance could very possibly break 20 million likes in the end.

Luo Xiaozhu was making it about technical skill. Even if Chen Jincheng had some kind of “King of Clubbing” attribute, he couldn’t guarantee he’d come out on top. After all, the man wasn’t called the Asian Dance King for nothing; many people acknowledged his talent.

The guy might be a terrible person, but you couldn’t question his technique.

So, he’d have to be an idiot to go head-to-head with him on those terms. Wasn’t it better to kill him softly?

When the time came, he would add a title to the Booty Dance video: ’True happiness is when everyone is happy. Happiness doesn’t require technical skill. Am I right, everyone?’

In other words, every like on the video would be a vote of agreement with that statement—and a slap in Luo Xiaozhu’s face.

If the video could break 20 million likes, could Luo Xiaozhu take a slap backed by the force of 20 million people?

Most importantly, even people who originally had no ill will toward Luo Xiaozhu—mere passersby—would be influenced when they saw so many people lining up to humiliate him. Thanks to herd mentality, they’d start to dislike him too, and might even jump in to curse him out.

Because that’s how the internet works. Netizens are easily swayed. They’d believe that cursing Luo Xiaozhu was the right choice in this situation, that they were on the side of justice.

By then, Luo Xiaozhu would probably be so intimidated by the sheer momentum that he wouldn’t dare say another word.

Of course, Luo Xiaozhu had no idea that Chen Jincheng was planning to respond with such a subtle, deadly attack.

He knew Chen Jincheng would definitely respond, so he had started preparing the night before, calling his apprentice, Taikong Sen, over.

“Xiaosen, I was originally planning to perform this dance in my new music video, but I’m giving it to you for now.” Luo Xiaozhu said with a smirk. “It’d be best if Chen Jincheng just backs down. But if he tries to respond by showing off his dance technique, you’ll use this dance to crush him. Put him in his place, technically.”

“Understood, Teacher Pig.” Taikong Sen knew exactly what Luo Xiaozhu meant. “How is a guy who just makes silly entertainment videos qualified to talk about dance technique with you, Master Pig? Let me, your apprentice, be the one to put him in his place.”

Luo Xiaozhu nodded in satisfaction. That was precisely the idea. Having his apprentice crush Chen Jincheng on a technical level would only enhance the prestige of his own title as the Asian Dance King.

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