Not just one, but many large-format photos from multiple angles.
At the very end, there was a line of red text: "Hi, daddy, my juicy kitty is lonely~" followed by an address.
"Holy sht—" Shane felt his eyes had been polluted.
Karen, right next to him, naturally saw it too. Her arms suddenly tightened again, and at the sa ti, she opened her mouth and bit directly onto his shoulder, forming a two-pronged attack.
"Ouch, ouch, ouch! I'm dying! I'm the victim here! I'm the one being fcking sexually harassed!"
Karen's bite wasn't light; he felt like a chunk of his flesh was about to be torn off.
Shane quickly exited, deleted that private ssage, and then clicked on the second one.
The second one was even more fcking outrageous. An obvious male profile picture sent a very impactful close-up of a specific body part, with the caption: "Do you prefer top or bottom?"
Shane's face almost turned green. He quickly closed the private ssage, reported it in passing, and then neatly blocked and deleted it.
The third one was asking if he sold drugs (steroids).
After scrolling for more than ten seconds, just when Shane thought his private ssages had turned into the South Side dark web or an internet dumping ground, he finally saw a few with a normal style.
"Hello, I'm very interested in your 30-day training plan. My weight is severely over the limit now. I've tried many thods and failed. Seeing your comparison photos gave a lot of motivation. How can I purchase the course? Can you provide so preliminary dietary advice? Thank you."
"Is there a free trial class?"
So others were more or less the sa, and a few just wanted to freeload his knowledge and labor directly.
Shane finally sighed. There are still normal people after all.
Then he turned the phone screen towards Karen. "Look, these are the serious clients. Those just now were all internet trash randomly refreshed by the system!"
Karen glanced at those serious inquiries, then looked at Shane's slightly ingratiating smile. She finally let go of her hands and mouth, but her whole body was now hanging on Shane like a koala.
"Who knows if you secretly saved so trash."
"I swear, my eyes and soul urgently need bleach to clean them right now."
Shane sent his course purchase link directly to those few clients, then added so words, the intention very obvious: Don't think about freeloading. If you want to change, you have to buy the course!
Wait, Shane suddenly realized sothing. Every ti he posted on Facebook, he would attach the link below.
Now that it was hyped up like this, with so much traffic—
Shane exited Facebook, found the mobile banking icon, and clicked in.
Because SMS notifications cost extra, he didn't activate that service.
And now, as the banking app interface slowly loaded, line after line of inco information refreshed densely.
[PayPal] Paynt received: $6.99 USD
[PayPal] Paynt received: $9.99 USD
[PayPal] Paynt received: $6.99 USD
[PayPal] Paynt received: $29.99 USD
"Oho." Shane held his breath, his finger sliding quickly in the ssage bar. He wanted to calculate how much his courses had sold.
"10 of the 6.99 ones. The 9.99 ones—fck, 37 copies!? And one of the 29.99 complete course."
Shane quickly did a ntal calculation. Ten basic courses for 69.9, 37 upgraded courses with recipes for 369, plus one complete course for 29.9.
Subtracting so miscellaneous handling fees, he netted about $450.
He originally thought people would only buy after the videos were released. He didn't expect... sure enough, traffic is king.
Shane turned the phone towards Karen, letting her see these inco records too.
"Look, Karen, this is the charm of the internet. It's only been one day. Just relying on a few photos and argunts, I got this much—"
"So how much did you make now?"
Karen's voice rang in his ear, but he couldn't tell what emotion it held.
Shane brought the phone closer, letting her look carefully at these dense small inco records.
"About 450. Hmm... the basic course and the course with recipes sold the most, similar to what I expected. If I can maintain this heat, in a few more days, I'll have earned enough for a car."
As Shane spoke, he suddenly thought he should take advantage of this wave of heat to hype it up again quickly and add so more fuel.
He returned to Facebook again, clicked on his album, picked out a few other training photos taken before, and then created a new post.
"Roids? Photoshop? See you next week on our YouTube channel. Real or fake, co see for yourself."
He attached the course link below again, carefully explaining the differences between each course, before posting it.
Karen watched Shane's side profile. Shane's gaze staring at the screen was very focused.
This look made him seem completely different from those South Side boys who, besides fighting and drinking, just muddled through their days.
But a subtle panic drilled into Karen's heart.
"He's moving faster and faster—"
Those ssy won on the internet were looking for him, and now people were paying him real money just to see the words he wrote and those few pictures.
He was no longer just the Shane Gallagher sweating in Kevin's warehouse or selling breakfast from a broken food truck.
Karen seed to already see the scene of Shane leaving the South Side step by step, moving further and further away from her.
By then, would there be won from the North Side or West Side standing beside him, far better than her?
And what about herself by then?
Maybe she would still be trapped in the South Side, trapped in that suffocating house created by Eddie and Sheila, trapped in a dim future of working odd jobs after graduating high school.
Karen felt an inexplicable suffocation. She didn't want this.
Then she had to do sothing... pull him back? Or at least leave a mark on him that no one else could replace.
But Karen said nothing, only hugging Shane tighter, pressing her body closer, as if this could slow down his departure.
Shane felt the sudden increase in Karen's strength and thought she was urging him to hurry up. After all, doing this had taken so ti.
He turned around directly and kissed her, his hands starting to roam.
"Co on, Karen."
"Mmhmm~"
...
In the evening, Shane went directly to Lip's bedroom. "Lip, that webpage I used to sell courses before—"
"Hmm?" Lip was coding, his fingers dancing on the keyboard.
"Paynt interface stuck? Or what? I told you that open-source plugin sotis—"
"Not a paynt issue," Shane interrupted him. "It's legal risk. I forgot this important thing."
Although awareness of online consur protection was just starting in 2010 and the rules were vague, he still felt it was better to go through a bit of trouble to reduce risk.
"I need you to add a user agreent clause to that purchase page that must be checked before placing an order."
Lip finally stopped typing. "User agreent? Do you think you're Apple selling iPhones? With your broken PDF and videos?"
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