Chapter 91: Chapter 89: A Livestream Selling Powerhouse

Chen Jincheng watched the lively stream, coughed again, and said, “My simp brother, I get it. I really do. ’A hero’s rage is for a beauty, but a beauty for a night costs a pretty penny.’ Even if you’re flat broke, you can’t let down the pretty girl before your eyes, right?”

“Brother Cheng, I knew you’d understand me.” No Longer a Simp’s voice was suddenly choked with emotion, as if he had been terribly wronged.

Chen Jincheng smiled. ’This was his favorite kind of fan—they donated money and created great content for the stream.’

He teased, “My simp brother, next time, you can explain it to the police like this. Just say: ’There she was, standing before you under the warm lights. Her thin, light clothing couldn’t hide her stunning curves. She told you of her family’s misfortune—a gambling father, a paralyzed mother, a sister still in school, and an elderly grandfather whose tea wouldn’t sell.’”

“’You knew that in the prime of her life, this wasn’t what she was supposed to endure. You ached for her plight, you caressed her beauty, but you couldn’t mend her broken soul. The moment she let down her hair, the only thing you could do was leave an unforgettable memory for you both in the best years of her life.’”

“’When you left, you gave her the few hundred yuan you’d saved by scrimping and saving. You knew it was a paltry sum, a mere drop in the bucket, but you hoped she would understand the sentiment. And most of all, you hoped the police wouldn’t misunderstand.’”

As soon as he finished, the stream chat fell silent.

At first, the fans felt like they were listening to a beautiful love story—if not for those final lines about “leaving a few hundred yuan and hoping the police wouldn’t misunderstand.”

“Damn, so you can’t just call soliciting a prostitute ’soliciting a prostitute’ anymore? You have to be all serious and call it ’charity’ now?”

“’Across mountains and distant lands, who pities those who have lost their way? We were strangers who met by chance, it was merely a token of my heart.’ Brother Cheng, you really get it.”

“Police Officer: ’If the woman hadn’t already confessed, I almost would’ve believed you.’”

“A gambling dad, a sick mom, a sister in school, a broken home… Brother Cheng, that didn’t sound made up.”

…

Yijin had just marked the previous conversation to be clipped, and in the blink of an eye, Brother Cheng dropped another insanely viral joke.

In his experience, this joke was guaranteed to blow up and break into the mainstream.

’Brother Cheng’s stream today was full of surprises.’

Chen Jincheng watched the lively scene in the stream and couldn’t help but smile. ’This was an overused joke in the other world, but its effect here was surprisingly good. All because this world’s major anti-vice campaign was missing the arrest of one particular uncle.’

’I guess you could say I’ve filled a void for this world.’

’I hope the girls at the nightclubs and foot massage parlors can put these words to good use in the future.’

Riding the wave of the joke, the number of viewers on the stream broke past 50,000. After his beef noodles arrived, the count didn’t drop below that number until he finished eating and ended the broadcast.

This proved that he had firmly cemented his place in the ranks of A-list influencers.

“Cheng… have you done that kind of thing before?” Jiang Xiaobai seemed to have been holding the question in for a long time, finally speaking up after he ended the broadcast.

“What?” Chen Jincheng asked reflexively.

“Soliciting prostitutes!” Jiang Xiaobai said softly, hugging his arm. “Cheng, don’t do that in the future. It would be terrible if you got caught by the police. If you have needs… I’m always available. If you like things a little more stimulating, I can do that with you, too. I’ll do anything.”

“What on earth are you talking about? What kind of person do you take me for?” Chen Jincheng was speechless. He had just been using a meme.

“But aren’t you a player?” Jiang Xiaobai asked seriously.

Chen Jincheng was speechless.

They got back in the car and soon arrived at the company office.

Sister Hong greeted them with an odd look on her face. “Boss, today’s stream was insane. Both of your monologues have already been clipped and are spreading online. Judging by the buzz, that second one is about to blow up, especially the ’gambling dad, a paralyzed mom, a sister in school, a broken home’ part.”

“Seriously, only you could make something like that sound so poetic and refined, Boss. I’m even starting to wonder if you have personal experience. Otherwise, how could you have come up with it?”

Her words caused Yinyin, who was standing to the side, to glance over.

After all, that was the actual situation with her family, something she had only recently confided to her boss.

“Sister Hong, do you really think I’m that kind of person?” Chen Jincheng was exasperated. ’Why doesn’t anyone have any faith in my character?’

Sister Hong gave him a teasing smile; her silence was an answer in itself.

Fortunately, she knew her limits and quickly changed the subject. “On to business. I have three things to report to you. First, the 2.5 million for the public free-use license of the song ’Girl’ from Tiao Yin is on its way. After we set aside 20% for taxes, the rest will hit the account soon.”

“Mm,” Chen Jincheng nodded.

’This payment will pad my balance a bit,’ he thought. ’It should push it past two million.’

’I’m an influencer with over four million fans, after all. It would be pretty pathetic to have empty pockets.’

Sister Hong continued, “Second, President Li from Jinghong Women’s Clothing has sent the money over. After deducting Tiao Yin’s and Xiaobai’s cuts, and then setting aside the tax reserve, we’ll have 4.5 million available. What are your plans for it? If there are no other arrangements, we can use it to build out the shooting studio, after setting aside some for contingency funds.”

Chen Jincheng thought for a moment. “Let’s start by building a few of the scenario-based shooting studios. They’re an essential part of an MCN, after all.”

“Okay.” Sister Hong nodded and added, “And as you previously instructed, we’re paying Xiaobai her advertising cut of over 280,000 as a bonus. I’ve already started the process, so it should be in her account soon.”

Jiang Xiaobai, who was standing nearby, overheard this, and her eyes instantly lit up.

Over 280,000, plus the money she’d cashed out from her livestreams—in just a short time, she had already earned more than 300,000.

This made her look instinctively toward Chen Jincheng, her eyes shining. ’He’s handsome and can help me make money as an influencer. It’s perfect.’

’He’s just too much of a player. Sleeps with you and then pretends it never happened.’

Naturally, hearing about a cut of over 280,000 made the other girls look at Jiang Xiaobai with envy.

To earn over 300,000 in such a short period—it was practically as easy as finding money on the street.

“And the third thing?” Chen Jincheng asked.

Sister Hong handed him a document with that same odd expression. “Take a look at this inquiry.”

Chen Jincheng took the document in confusion. He glanced at it and froze.

Chen Feiyue.

Sister Feiye.

“What the…?” Chen Jincheng said in astonishment. “She wants to join our company?”

He really hadn’t seen this coming. He had just trounced this woman, after all. Still, in the world of influencers, “if you can’t beat them, join them” wasn’t exactly an uncommon phenomenon.

As one of Tiao Yin’s top influencers, and one who was best at maximizing advertising revenue, Sister Feiye was of course not ugly. On the contrary, she was quite a beauty and even had a kind of “young stepmom” vibe.

For those who understood the “young stepmom vibe,” it likely came from seeing a certain kind of movie from the Little Island Country, where a father marries a young, beautiful, shapely new wife, and then… well…

That was exactly the kind of feeling Sister Feiye gave off.

Furthermore, her career trajectory had a clear parallel to a hugely successful influencer from his previous world. Both started out with highly effective ads, and then when the era of e-commerce streaming arrived, they leveraged their accumulated brand partnerships to pivot into selling products and rose to prominence in a very short time.

The only difference was that the other influencer eventually got canceled for tax evasion. Compared to her, this Sister Feiye was even better in terms of looks and figure. After all, that “young stepmom vibe” really appealed to a lot of degenerates.

So, if Sister Feiye were managed properly, once the era of live-selling arrived, she could absolutely become a heavyweight in the field.

“Sister Hong, since she sent an inquiry, get in touch with her,” Chen Jincheng ordered without much hesitation. ’Wasn’t Tiao Yin planning to push Sister Feiye as their top star, even trying to suppress Second-Life Star for her sake?’

’If we at Second-Life Star sign Sister Feiye, and she lists ’Second-Life Star’ in her guild affiliation, the executives at Tiao Yin will probably be completely dumbfounded.’

In fact, at that very moment, Liu Xian was looking at the latest data on the advertising leaderboard with Han Shangyou, his expression extremely awkward.

Sister Feiye had been surpassed by Yinyin of Second-Life Star.

This was a huge slap in the face for him, and it only deepened his animosity toward Second-Life Star. They had utterly ruined his plans and made him look like a Joker.

Han Shangyou smiled and said, “President Liu, it seems Second-Life Star’s advertising capabilities are quite formidable.”

Liu Xian said, unwilling to concede, “President Han, Second-Life Star’s ad is indeed incredible, but it’s a model that other influencers can’t copy. Someone like Sister Feiye has a more replicable style and is better suited to be a benchmark.”

“Besides, the week isn’t over yet. The top spot isn’t necessarily Yinyin’s for good. Given Sister Feiye’s ability to take on new ads, her total ad sales should still surpass Yinyin of Second-Life Star.”

This was the argument he had concocted overnight; he couldn’t just sit back and wait for the inevitable.

“Mm, that is true,” Han Shangyou conceded. Second-Life Star’s advertising was on another level. To be honest, Tiao Yin’s current influencers lacked the planning skills, so no one could really imitate it.

Seeing President Han finally agree with him, Liu Xian was inwardly ecstatic. At the same time, he prayed that Sister Feiye would pull her weight, get more ad deals, and absolutely not lose to anyone from Second-Life Star.

’She did say she had three more ads she could release, right?’

’So, this should be in the bag.’

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