At Extre Bar, as the DJ’s announcent rang out, a group of girls erged, making a beeline for Chen Jincheng and Lin Hao’s booth.
The two at the front held up signs. The first read, "Black Diamond Card: 1,000,000 Top-Up." The other read, "Hennessy Perfect Ten."
Following them were ten girls, each carrying a bottle of Hennessy, flanked by still more girls holding confetti cannons.
This bottle service presentation captured the attention of everyone in the club.
This was the VIP treatnt the bar provided, a spectacle for all to see. It put the patrons on a pedestal, and admittedly, this kind of display went straight to the custors’ heads, making them feel incredibly important.
Thus, the fastest way to pick up girls at a club was through big top-ups, bottle service presentations, and buying rounds for everyone, which broadcasted a single, clear ssage to all the won: ’I’m rich.’
A normal guy goes to a club thinking about how to get a girl drunk. For the ’I’m rich’ guy, girls are the ones actively thinking about how *he* can get *them* drunk.
After delivering the drinks, the girls surrounded the booth and perford an energetic dance. The ones holding the confetti cannons set them off, and in an instant, countless paper strears showered the area. Combined with the dancers’ sizzling performance, the atmosphere beca electric.
The dancers were all top-notch, personally selected by Chen Jincheng.
The fifteen girls with the most fans had been selected for livestreaming today. The rest, like the ones before him now, were naturally holding down the fort at the bar.
Once Wang Yuan recruited more people, this batch could also be moved over to livestreaming.
The girls pulled out all the stops for their performance in front of Chen Jincheng, their eyes filled with a certain expectation as they looked at him.
If he so much as crooked a finger at any one of them, she would have coyly snuggled up to him.
He didn’t make a move, though. It was normal for him to call a couple of girls over for company when he was out drinking; after all, when you were out clubbing, a man couldn’t be without a woman by his side.
Groups of guys who went clubbing but couldn’t pull any outside girls and couldn’t afford the in-house ones were just there to watch other people have fun. They might as well go drink at a street stall and save so money.
But since he planned on hitting on Cen Ning today, he just waved them away, leaving the girls to retreat with disappointed looks.
The bottles were opened, and Qianqian, who was beside Lin Hao, tactfully raised her glass. "Brother Cheng, here’s to you!"
"You should have a few more with your Young Master Lin," Chen Jincheng teased after clinking glasses with her.
Lin Hao shot back with a grin, "Lao Cheng, what do you an, have her drink more with ? If I drink too much, I won’t have any energy left for later tonight. Are you trying to make Qianqian do all the work? You’ll tire her out!"
"Young Master Lin, you’re awful!" Qianqian, who of course understood the crude joke, protested coquettishly.
Watching from the side, Elephant was filled with envy.
He, of course, recognized Qianqian. After the viral "chest-shaking dance" video, the three most popular girls with the most likes beca known as the Three Big Pendulums of Tiao Yin.
One of them was Yinyin, who had been signed by his older cousin.
A friend of his had even donated to one of them during a livestream.
’So this is what the goddess from the livestreams is like in real life.’
"Lao Cheng, I’m so jealous," Lin Hao said, clinking glasses with Chen Jincheng and laying on the flattery. "Your follower count has exploded in such a short ti. Three of the girls you signed went viral and broke a million fans, and you have several more in the six to seven hundred thousand range. You’re seriously my idol."
"Can you stop with the ass-kissing?" Chen Jincheng gave him an annoyed look. He knew exactly what the guy was getting at. "When there’s a chance, I’ll let you bring so girls from your company to shoot a video with us."
"Lao Cheng, you’ve got a deal!" Lin Hao’s face lit up. Then he added, "By the way, my old man said I can use the yacht for a day tomorrow. Want to co along?"
"I’m in!" Chen Jincheng’s eyes brightened.
He knew Lin Hao’s father owned a yacht that was at least as big as the one Principal Wang had in his previous life. It was more than large enough to host a huge party.
To be honest, while he’d been to yacht parties in his past life, they were always on small yachts with hired models.
He’d never actually been on a yacht of this class.
’Crucially, two video concepts for filming on the yacht imdiately popped into his head: a "Bikini Dive" transition video and a "Deck Dance" bikini hand gesture video.’
’The core ideas for these two videos weren’t much different from standard transition or hand-gesture dance videos.’
’They just added a layer of allure and a layer of buzz.’
’The allure, of course, was the bikinis. Who wouldn’t want to see that kind of fan service?’
’In his other world, this kind of concept would have been banned, but it was still fine for now. After all, Jiang Xiaobai’s two "seductive" videos and the chest-shaking dance hadn’t been taken down yet.’
’Once those got banned, even if overly revealing bikini videos like these could pass the platform’s review, their reach would be throttled.’
’As for the layer of buzz, that would co from the yacht itself. It would subconsciously attach trending labels to the video like "rich people’s happiness" or "this is how the rich live."’
’That’s why these two concepts had once been huge hits in his other world, resulting in videos with two million likes, and plenty more that hit one million.’
’Using a solid, but not blockbuster, concept like this was the perfect way to repay the favor for Lin Hao’s one-million-yuan donation. Plus, it was key that his own company, Second-Life Star, could piggyback on the yacht rental and film alongside them.’
’You wouldn’t normally rent a yacht just for a video like this, so you’d never get the chance to film it. More importantly, it could double as a fun outing where he could appreciate a whole group of girls in bikinis up close.’
So he said to Lin Hao, "My company will bring our cara gear tomorrow. I happen to have two concepts we can shoot."
"Lao Cheng, lay it on ." Lin Hao’s interest was imdiately piqued.
Chen Jincheng gave Lin Hao a brief explanation. "I’ve done transition videos before, so you get the idea. This ti, we’ll have a girl running on the deck in normal clothes, then it’ll transition to her jumping into the water wearing a bikini. It’ll end with her surfacing from the water—we’ll get so good fan-service shots. The bikinis need to be revealing, sexy. You have to be willing to push it if you want to go viral."
"The deck hand-gesture dance is simpler. They’ll wear bikinis and do a few rhythmic hand dances on the deck with the ocean in the background. I’ll take care of the choreography."
"Two concepts. Our companies will each take one."
The description was simple enough for Lin Hao to get the gist. He asked impatiently, "Lao Cheng, which concept are you giving my company?"
"The two concepts are pretty similar. We’ll play rock-paper-scissors for it. Winner gets to shoot the first one." Chen Jincheng wasn’t fussed about it. The concepts were comparable; they were unlikely to be massive viral hits, but they would definitely bring a wave of traffic to the girls and get them a good number of new fans.
Of course, if they got lucky and produced a video with two million likes like the one from his past life, that would be a huge bonus.
"That’s it? So casually?" Lin Hao was stunned. He was becoming increasingly aware of how crucial good concepts were in the MCN business. A single good idea could be the only thing separating an influencer from obscurity and fa.
Lao Cheng’s casual attitude made it seem like he didn’t even value his own ideas.
’This either ans the concepts are just average, or he has absolute confidence in his abilities.’
He naturally believed it was the latter. After all, the man had produced three viral hits in a row—or you could even say four, since his own "Ancestral Master" tag was a top-tier concept in itself.
In the end, Lin Hao won the ga of rock-paper-scissors and chose the bikini dive transition video. That left the deck hand-gesture dance for Second-Life Star to film.
It was also decided that each company would bring fifteen girls to the yacht for the shoot.
Just then, the DJ’s music blasted through the speakers again, and people began to fill the dance floor. But when a girl with an incredible presence took the stage and started to dance, the whole vibe shifted. Her energy was contagious, pulling everyone dancing with her into her rhythm.
It was Cen Ning.
’This girl really is a natural—a Sacred Body for clubbing. In the other world, they didn’t call her the "Goddess of Vibe" for nothing.’
’He was curious, though. Was her coming to dance at Extre Bar for three days in a row because of him?’
’The girl was a walking contradiction. Judging from her Trajectory in the other world, she had started out as a major hustler, putting in incredibly long hours livestreaming. Yet, in the end, she’d thrown away all the popularity she’d painstakingly built for so scumbag.’
’It all depended on whether her "love brain" had been activated yet.’
"Wow, that girl’s sothing else," Lin Hao said, his eyes lighting up as he watched Cen Ning. "She’s definitely influencer material. Lao Cheng, is she with your company?"
"Nope." Chen Jincheng shook his head.
"So, are you interested? If not, I’m going to try and sign her," Lin Hao asked eagerly.
"Go ahead and try," Chen Jincheng said with a smile. He wasn’t sure if the girl was there for him, so letting Lin Hao test the waters was a good idea. If Lin Hao revealed his identity and purpose and still got rejected, then the answer would be almost certain.
’As for Lin Hao poaching her?’
’You’ve got to be kidding. Is Lin Hao as handso as ?’
’Without the buff from his money, Lin Hao was average-looking at best.’
’Cen Ning has a thing for looks. Even when picking a boss, she wouldn’t choose the wrong answer!’
Lin Hao didn’t hesitate for a second after getting the go-ahead. He was already out of the booth and heading for the stage. This clearly made Qianqian pout and cross her arms, unhappy with his eagerness.
Onstage, the atmosphere grew more intense as the girls danced wildly.
Lin Hao made his way to Cen Ning, showing off his less-than-stellar dance moves in an attempt to get her attention. Unfortunately, she seed to completely ignore him.
So, he moved right in front of her and shouted over the deafening music, "Hey, beautiful! I’m the owner of Ah Hao dia, and I’m an influencer myself. I can see you’ve got the potential to be a star. Are you... interested?"
Lin Hao thought stating his credentials would be enough, but to his surprise, the girl continued to ignore him, her gaze instead shifting toward Chen Jincheng’s booth.
In that mont, Lin Hao understood. He couldn’t help but curse. "Fuck!"
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