pjbooks Chapter 116 [The 3 Major Events in Life]
Chapter 116 [The 3 Major Events in Life]
Chapter 116 [The Three Major Events in Life]
If Liu Zhuohao were willing, he could actually tell those who would shine in the future about these themes that will be validated by the market, like the quirky style of "butter sauce that records life" or the down-to-earth style of "Little Lamb Cuisine".
He could even proactively win them over, build relationships in advance, and pave a wider path for himself.
He saw it all, and he was capable of doing it.
With his current size and influence, it wouldn't be difficult for him to contact a few bloggers who haven't yet become famous by private message.
But he can't do that.
It's not that we can't do it, it's that we shouldn't do it.
Due to the current atmosphere on the platform, Liu Zhuohao does not have the foundation to make extensive private contacts with other bloggers.
If he takes the initiative to contact others, the platform may not accept it, and others may not dare to accept it.
Just like this collaboration, I proactively handed over the guidance to the platform to avoid them misunderstanding that I was also "forming a clique".
I need to build a good relationship with Bilibili now, and I need to use this platform to grow.
"Stationmaster?" Crow frowned, clearly unprepared for this statement.
He looked at the soy milk, then at Liu Zhuohao, "This suggestion—I've never heard him mention it before."
"The station manager only mentioned it to me in a private chat, without going into details," Liu Zhuohao said. "I roughly improved the route myself, following that direction."
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He paused, then lowered his voice further: "From a blogger's perspective, I think this is a great subject for a product review video."
"We conduct reviews by ordering some products that we often see on a daily basis, or by taking out food. For example, I would order a KFC burger, a McDonald's burger, and a Dicos burger and write a review titled 'Which of the three brands of burgers tastes better?'"
"Or, to put it another way, we could compare Coca-Cola and Pepsi to see which carbonated drink tastes better, oh, and Sprite too..."
Jianlibao and 7UP —
He looked at Song Yinxuan, then at Crow: "Everyone has the ability to buy these products, everyone has the right to speak, and everyone has the possibility to evaluate them. Not only can users find a sense of identification and participation in the subject matter, but many users will even imitate them and register as bloggers."
The carriage was so quiet that only the low hum of the engine could be heard.
The crow didn't speak.
Soy milk didn't say anything either.
But Liu Zhuohao could see the thoughtful expressions on their faces.
"—This is a very controversial subject," the crow finally spoke, its voice lower than before, "but it's also a very good idea for filming; just listening to it, you can tell it's very substantial."
He exchanged a glance with Dou Nai.
Liu Zhuohao added, "The site administrator only gave me a direction, but I really think this direction would be great as video material, and this kind of material has very few limitations, so many people can try it."
"It's not like the projects I'm filming now, which require a stall, customers, ingredients, and cooking skills."
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"You could say that all you need is a camera, or even just a phone, and then you can order a few takeout options from brands that are somewhat controversial, and you're good to go."
He then went on to explain the filming costs.
Liu Zhuohao knew that Crow would relay these things to the stationmaster.
"----so."
Song Yinxuan's voice came from the front, carrying a sense of confusion—trying to keep up with the train of thought, but still feeling a little lost.
The car was dimly lit, and as she turned to the side, the light and shadows scattered across her face, making her expression more vivid than before.
Her hair was a little disheveled, and her pigtails were not as neat as when we first met in the afternoon. A few strands of hair came out from the tightly tied hair ties and hung down beside her ears.
Perhaps because of running and sweating, her stray hairs curled into tiny curls and clung to her cheeks.
Song Yinxuan's gaze darted back and forth between Liu Zhuohao and Crow, trying to piece together the reason from their words: "Boss Liu is going to sell beef balls?"
"You want to give me beef balls so I can film a review video for you?"
Liu Zhuohao looked at her.
The confusion on that round face was genuine.
She was genuinely trying to understand.
"No."
He replied.
Song Yinxuan blinked.
"What I mean is, I'll post the link to buy the beef balls in the comments later." Liu Zhuohao slowed down his speech, emphasizing each word, "You can place your own order, use your own money, and buy a serving of beef balls from the link on Bilibili."
"Then you take your phone and film everything from receiving the goods, opening the package, cooking a pot, taking a bite, and telling the camera your honest feelings. If it's delicious, say it's delicious; if it's not, say it's not delicious. You don't need to speak for me; you just need to tell the truth."
He paused for a moment: "Then, that video was called 'The Biting Cat Reviews the Popular Beef Balls: Are They Really Worth the Price?'"
Song Yinxuan opened her mouth.
No sound was made.
The blankness in her round eyes receded slowly like the receding tide, revealing the confusion beneath.
A deeper level of confusion.
Her lips moved, and in an almost dreamlike tone, she softly uttered the unbelievable conclusion that was gradually taking shape in her mind: "Boss Liu, are you trying to—get GG for free?"
Not only do you have to help others get their GGs, but you also have to spend your own money to buy the products!
Liu Zhuohao replied with a laugh, "It's not GG, it's an evaluation. Since I won't give you a GG fee, it doesn't count as GG."
Beside them, Crow and Soy Milk exchanged a glance and burst out laughing.
"—Then I, um, me."
Song Yinxuan hesitated for a long time before finally replying with a deflated expression, "Okay then, I'll help you film the video."
Although she felt like she was being taken advantage of, she decided to help him out for free, considering they had already worked together once.
"Actually, it's not necessary."
Liu Zhuohao replied with a smile that he had simply used Song Yinxuan as an opportunity to bring up the matter in the car, saying, "I feel that these review videos are actually very suitable as introductory videos for some small bloggers."
Song Yinxuan panicked and quickly said, "I'll take the picture for you!"
She assumed that her earlier hesitation had made Liu Zhuohao feel disgusted.
To be honest, with this collaboration video, she has largely capitalized on someone else's popularity and even received support from the platform, which is quite remarkable.
She'd be willing to film a free video of herself being filmed and eat some beef balls in return.
But the way Liu Zhuohao proposed it just now was a bit too direct.
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Liu Zhuohao glanced at her and said, "Then you can take the picture if you want."
He didn't want to say anything more, and simply kept his gaze on the crow.
"I think this subject matter has great potential for exploration."
"I was thinking, could we let some newcomers who are trying to become bloggers, but who haven't been promoted or have data because they don't have suitable shooting topics or equipment, try this evaluation topic?"
"Actually, it doesn't necessarily have to be my beef balls that are reviewed; other products are also acceptable."
He made the suggestion.
The crow was clearly taken aback: "Would you be willing to share this idea?"
As an editor specializing in video operations, he could naturally see how much potential this idea could have.
Mr. Liu's idea was to share this great idea with others.
"This kind of subject matter can't be made popular by one person alone," Liu Zhuohao replied. "It requires a group of people, a dozen people, or even dozens of people, to make the subject matter bigger and more popular."
"Boss, you're back already?"
As soon as Liu Zhuohao stepped into the house, he saw Huang Weixiong and several others sitting around in the living room, their hair still wet, obviously having just taken a shower.
A deck of cards lay open on the coffee table. Several people held their cards, but their eyes were all fixed on him, with a certain ambiguous smile on their faces.
"Otherwise what?"
Liu Zhuohao asked, puzzled.
"Didn't you ask her out for a late-night snack?" Huang Weixiong's gaze swept over him, his tone carrying the same teasing tone he used back in school. "I saw it just now, you and she seemed really close, your heads were practically touching."
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They all grinned mischievously.
"What head? Which head?"
Liu Zhuohao was even more confused.
"oh!"
He seemed to remember something, and looked at them helplessly. "You mean the cat that bites? No, that's not what I meant."
"There were too many people there just now, and she was speaking too softly, so I moved closer."
"Your imaginations are just too vivid."
Liu Zhuohao stood there without saying much to them. He was about to go back to his room to get some clothes to wash up and get some rest. He had been busy all night and his body was covered in the smell of cooking oil.
A few wicked laughs came from behind me.
"Really? Come closer?"
"Boss, does it smell good?"
Did you leave your phone number?
Liu Zhuohao ignored them, pushed open the door, and just as he opened the wardrobe, his phone rang.
A number popped up on the screen.
He froze for a moment.
"Hello, Teacher Song."
He answered the phone, lowered his voice, and took two steps into the room.
"I just wanted to ask if you have time tomorrow." Her voice came through the receiver, and for some reason, it seemed even softer and sweeter than when we met.
There was none of the arrogance of people from Sichuan and Chongqing who say "I'm from Sichuan, I'm from the mountains."
"Besides filming with you, I also wanted to explore the Chaoshan area. I thought it would be more suitable to have a local guide." She paused, then added, "Just sightseeing and eating, I won't take up too much of your time."
Liu Zhuohao opened the wardrobe and casually grabbed a change of clothes.
"Excuse me,"
He said, in a polite but direct tone, "I've been quite busy lately, so I probably don't have much time."
This is the truth.
He's currently in the prime of his career, with all sorts of things waiting for him to handle. How could he possibly have the extra energy to be a tour guide?
"It's nothing, it's nothing!" Song Yinxuan's voice immediately became hurried, as if afraid of causing trouble. "You go ahead with your work! I was just asking casually!"
"I won't disturb your rest any longer, I'll hang up now!"
"Beep beep beep—"
The phone rang and hung up in just over ten seconds.
Liu Zhuohao held his phone and glanced at the screen with a puzzled expression.
This girl—she runs pretty fast.
He had just closed the wardrobe door when he turned around and exclaimed, "Wow!"
Several heads peeked out from the door frame, lined up neatly from top to bottom, like a row of penguins waiting to be fed.
"No time?"
"What's going on, boss? A girl asked you out, and you didn't have time?"
"What are you doing tomorrow? Why are you so busy?"
Several pairs of eyes shone frighteningly bright, their faces bearing the same wicked grin.
Liu Zhuohao took a deep breath.
They walked over and each of them kicked the other's buttocks, neither too hard nor too softly.
"Go! Go! Go!"
The group laughed and backed away, but instead of dispersing, they followed him into the living room.
"Boss, could you please teach us?"
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Liu Zhuohao stopped and turned to look at them.
Several young faces were filled with restlessness.
At less than twenty years old, in the prime of youth, how could one not want to think about all sorts of little stories?
He originally intended to say something like, "Don't get obsessed with women."
But he swallowed the words back down his throat.
"I only have one piece of advice for you."
Liu Zhuohao changed his tone, his gaze slowly sweeping across the faces of the group, "Having a girlfriend and getting married are two different things."
"When looking for a girlfriend, you can choose someone you like."
"But if you're going to get married, it's best to find someone who likes you and is willing to treat you well."
After saying that, he turned and walked towards the bathroom, and the door slammed shut with a bang.
"Wow, boss, you're so experienced!"
"Teach me, and I'll pay your tuition; deduct it from my salary?"
"Boss, I've never had a girlfriend, why don't you start teaching?"
A series of ghostly wails and howls came from outside.
Liu Zhuohao stood under the showerhead and turned on the switch.
Cold water was poured down with a "whoosh," directly onto my head.
In late November, Chaoshan is still hot during the day, but the nights are already cool. But a cold shower is nothing to him, since it's spring-like here all year round, and the coldest it gets is only in the teens.
Moreover, a "————Phew!"
Liu Zhuohao breathed a sigh of relief. Does it smell good? It smells quite good. He didn't know if it was the smell of shampoo or cosmetics, but that faint fragrance, mixed with her warm breath when she got close, seemed to still linger by his ear and couldn't be washed away.
They were so close, practically talking right up to each other's ears.
She turned her head to the side, her lips opening and closing, and a warm breath brushed against his earlobe.
Those smiling eyes were so close, and on her chubby cheeks, a few strands of hair damp with sweat clung to her skin.
What did she say again? A photo? Is that okay? Her soft, sweet voice floated out from those pink lips, each word drifting into my ears—
Liu Zhuohao's claim that he has no desires is false.
He didn't know what Song Yinxuan was like in front of others, but at least in front of him, she was very proactive and gentle.
The three most important things in life are making money, finding women, and engaging in political commentary.
However, Liu Zhuohao certainly has no plans to get married at the moment. Even if he starts a relationship, he won't be aiming for marriage. At most, he'll just date some girlfriends.
After all, this matter puts a lot of pressure on him, who has returned from 25 years ago.
So many news stories, one after another, have exposed scandals; aren't they all people with some kind of wealth?
Those without family wealth won't even have the opportunity to get married.
But whenever something goes wrong, it seems there's only one outcome Liu Zhuohao can expect: you're just unlucky.
He didn't want his efforts to go to waste because of a small matter.
If we're really going to have a relationship, shouldn't we sign a consent form beforehand?
The thought suddenly popped into my head as I poured cold water on my face.
But soon, he found it funny and shook his head vigorously, banishing the overly rational thought from his mind.
Not only are those young men outside in the prime of their youth, but my own physique is too!
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