I've been reborn, I'm definitely going to become an internet celebrity!

Chapter 138 [Idol]

"I don't recommend eating that much."

As a reward, Liu Zhuohao thought for a moment and left a comment in his comment section.

Although he clarified in the video that the judges were not himself, but many viewers of Bilibili, and that the rankings were determined by the data provided by them.

However, Liu Zhuohao was still able to manipulate the game to some extent.

For example, he left a comment under this beef ball review video.

When reviewing the beef balls you sell, you should interact with the audience and receive different treatment than other review videos to attract more people to make their own beef ball reviews.

Thinking this, Liu Zhuohao exited the app and then clicked on the previous videos reviewing beef balls, commenting on them one by one.

"Master, your expression is a bit stiff. Actually, it doesn't necessarily have to be done in one take. You can film it a few more times. Of course, if you film it a few more times, your reaction might not be as natural."

"Dude, are you filming with a landline phone?"

"Dude, these beef balls aren't even cooked through!"

Most of these videos are amateurish; some can't even cook beef balls properly.

After all, most of Bilibili's users are students, and some of them don't know how to cook.

After replying to a round of comments, Liu Zhuohao went back to check and found that many of his fans had already replied, including the original content creators themselves.

The first thing he clicked on was Butter Sauce's reply.

"Picking your nose? I'm from Chaoshan, are you trying to teach me how to do things?"

That's how he replied, but he added an emoji afterward—a little person prostrating themselves, which looked quite comical.

"233, why did the old lady kneel down while she was talking?"

"Is this newcomer really that arrogant?"

"Thinking about it carefully, Boss Liu is actually a newcomer, after all, he seems to have only been making videos for a few months."

Are all the new recruits monsters?

Butter Sauce's reply quickly attracted a large number of users.

Meanwhile, Liu Zhuohao's comment in his comment section was immediately pushed to the top of the trending comments.

"You reacted quite quickly."

He watched with amusement as Butter Sauce explained to him in a private QQ chat that it was just for the sake of the show.

"I understand. Is there anything I need to reply to?"

Liu Zhuohao replied with a QQ message.

He just said it casually, but he didn't expect the other party to actually take it.

"Could I get a reply like 'Let's meet up offline then'?"

The butter sauce responded quickly.

"OK."

Liu Zhuohao did not refuse and complied with his request, replying to him again.

They're really good at creating entertaining content.

This youthful and energetic spirit is something I couldn't do even after being reborn, even with the experience of my previous life; it's something that's already gone.

Some subjects can only be tackled by people like this.

If it were me filming, following the script exactly, it's hard to say whether I would ruin the content.

The responses from other people didn't have as much entertainment value.

"Sorry, I took this picture with my phone, so it's a bit blurry."

"Is it not cooked yet?"

"I tried my best!"

Following the "index" of replies to my messages, Liu Zhuohao went back one by one and found that, apart from Butter Sauce, the other bloggers' replies were all taken very seriously.

The result was that it didn't elicit a good response; instead, it felt like we were bullying the newcomer.

"Boss Liu is being a bit too strict. Didn't he say there were no entry requirements?"

"My phone's camera is also blurry. I was originally planning to participate, but now it seems I should give up."

"Why does Boss Liu seem so fierce? (crying)"

Many users took the comments from those bloggers quite seriously after seeing them.

Liu Zhuohao stared at the "crying" emoticons on the screen, his fingers resting on the keyboard, and paused for two seconds.

Well, things went wrong.

He originally thought he could create some entertainment value. If the person really had a talent for making shows, they would interact with him like Butter Sauce did, and everyone would have a good time.

As it turned out, these people didn't understand at all. They took it so seriously that they really thought they were teachers. When they were criticized, they actually apologized.

The comments section is starting to shift, and if this continues, some people might actually think he's making things difficult for the newcomer.

Liu Zhuohao sighed and carefully considered his words while holding his phone.

Forget it, let's try a different approach.

"Just a heads up, eating it if it's not cooked properly might upset your stomach~" He typed a line, thought for a moment, then deleted it and opened the chat window with Song Yinxuan.

Scroll down to the very first few posts and find the emoticons she used.

"(。 ••)"

He copied it and pasted it after his reply.

"You can try carefully focusing and calibrating the image while shooting. √ Keep it up, Ciallo~ (∠·ω&It；)"

★

Send it out.

Liu Zhuohao then flipped to another video, this time the blogger's profile picture was Tachibana Kanade.

He thought for a moment and typed: "It's okay if the phone's camera is blurry. Try taking the picture in a better-lit area; it will be clearer then!"

After that, he searched for emoticons in the input method and finally found one that looked suitable (：3）∠）—, copied and pasted it at the end of the text he had just edited, and clicked send.

Liu Zhuohao felt like he was coaxing a child, replying to each message one by one, occasionally glancing at the private chat box on the side of the screen.

Butter Sauce sent another message: "Boss Liu, how was my interaction? Was it quite entertaining? And how did the video turn out?"

Liu Zhuohao glanced at it and replied with a few messages: "It's good, the interaction is very good, and the video is also very well made."

"I feel you don't need to be constrained by the beef ball video I gave you; find some products to test yourself."

"This track might be a good fit for you. Keep it up and become a true blogger."

Butter sauce: "!"

"Thank you so much, Mr. Liu, for providing the topic and guidance!"

This kid seems to be having a lot of fun.

He switched back to the comments section and continued replying to those serious and earnest bloggers.

I deleted and revised, added emoticons and tildes, trying to make myself look less "fierce".

"This is such a hassle!"

Liu Zhuohao leaned back in his chair and stared at the ceiling for a few seconds.

He had previously seen how bloggers chatted in the group, and how site administrators communicated. He found it troublesome, with messages containing a bunch of emojis and roundabout ways of speaking, which he found tiring to watch.

But now he understands.

This isn't trouble, this is "atmosphere".

That's how people talk in this community.

You have to use their methods to be accepted.

If you don't fit in, you'll be ostracized.

He sat up straight and continued brushing.

After watching about a dozen videos, Liu Zhuohao noticed a problem: almost all the video titles were either "Chaoshan Beef Ball Review" or "Boss Liu's Beef Balls".

What about Chen Ji?

Gone.

Few of the bloggers who posted the videos noticed the words "Chen Ji" printed on the packaging.

They only remembered him as "Boss Liu" because he was the initiator of the event, and they bought the products because of his reputation.

Or, it could be Chaoshan beef balls. After all, that's a big brand; when you mention beef balls, this is the first thing that comes to mind.

As for its features?

Chen's beef balls are nothing special.

Is it delicious? Yes, it is.

But there's nothing about it that makes it memorable at first glance.

For example, the "stinky" smell of snail rice noodles is its defining characteristic.

The mere mention of it brings out the smell and the image in one's mind. Those who love it and can accept the smell will want to buy it and eat it; those who can't will frown and wave their hands.

What does Chen Ji have?

Liu Zhuohao thought for a long time but couldn't come up with an answer.

If the Chen family can realize and resolve this issue, the brand may be able to be established.

He put away his phone and leaned back in his chair.

Liu Zhuohao didn't think about reminding them, since he had already said from the beginning that he didn't know.

He could figure out how to make Chen's Chicken stand out.

But if you want to help someone with this, you have to take responsibility.

Liu Zhuohao didn't want to take responsibility; he wasn't a member of the Chen family.

So he has done what he was supposed to do.

The rest depends on the Chen family's vision and methods.

"Done!"

In a residential house of about 80 square meters, a suppressed low cry came from one of the rooms.

The room is small, about ten square meters.

A single bed was placed against the wall, with several old books piled up at the head of the bed, their spines worn and frayed.

Opposite the bed was an old-fashioned desk with an assembled computer on it. The side panel of the computer case was open, and the fan was whirring.

The monitor was secondhand, with yellowed bezels and a peeling anime sticker on the bottom right corner.

A boy of about fifteen or sixteen years old sat in front of the computer, staring at the dialog box on the screen. He suddenly clenched his fist, got up, and paced back and forth in the room, which was less than ten square meters.

"Boss Liu actually praised my video," he muttered to himself, his voice low but brimming with excitement. "So, can I make money like him by making these videos?"

On the screen, several messages were displayed in the QQ chat box.

He looked at it again and again, reluctant to turn it off. Gaining the approval of his idol was like lighting an oil lamp on that oppressive and confusing road.

"Knock knock knock".

There was a knock on the door.

"Hey bro, how did your interview go today?"

A woman's voice came from outside, with a hint of probing.

The boy's expression froze instantly.

He turned his head and glanced at the door. The door was closed, but he could see a figure moving around outside through the crack.

"Wait for further notice," he replied, his voice muffled.

Then footsteps sounded and faded into the distance.

The boy breathed a sigh of relief and leaned back in his chair.

The room fell silent again.

Only the computer fan hummed and occasionally made a slight creaking sound.

He stared blankly at the ceiling.

There was a water stain that had spread out on it, and it had been there since they moved in a few years ago. He stared at it for a long time, his mind a jumble of thoughts.

"With only a junior high school education, what other jobs can I find besides factory work?" he muttered, his voice trailing off. "I've told you, I'll sell vegetables with you guys, but you just won't listen—"

He patted his chest and said he wouldn't continue his studies after junior high school so he could go out and work.

"You just wait, I'll definitely make something of myself!"

Looking back now, the louder I shouted those words, the more my face hurts.

I stayed at home for several months and sent out dozens of resumes.

But apart from the factory workers and customer service staff, no one replied.

For general laborers, working two shifts, twelve hours a day, they are supposed to earn five or six thousand a month, but in reality, it's piecework, calculated based on how much work you do, which is only a little over three thousand. After deducting social security, you get two thousand five.

Customer service staff also work in two shifts, and the salary is a bit low, just over two thousand.

The thought alone made his scalp tingle.

Actually, he had a plan: to help his parents sell vegetables at the market with his brother.

Once I've saved up some money, I'll start a small business.

Selling vegetables is tiring, but at least I do it myself and don't have to be at the mercy of others.

But "maybe I can make money by making videos?"

The boy glanced at the chat box on the screen again.

Boss Liu's reply is still there.

"Yes, it's great. The interactive effect is excellent, and the video is very well made."

He not only said that his videos were well-made, but also encouraged himself to make similar review videos.

Thinking about it, the boy couldn't help but click on Boss Liu's video again.

Phase 1.

In the picture, Boss Liu is sitting in a similar spot to himself, at a computer desk, with a white wall in the background. He doesn't look like a wealthy person; the style is old-fashioned, just like his own.

He spoke to the camera with great seriousness, composure, and confidence!

"It's June 2014 now, and I'm starting to try my hand at being a video blogger."

"Why did I suddenly want to do this? Well—I just graduated from high school, and my grades are good enough for a third-tier university."

"But the tuition for three-year colleges, as everyone knows, is a huge burden for ordinary families. So I thought I'd do something during this holiday to see if I could help ease the burden on my family and also find a way out for myself."

The boy stared at the screen, motionless.

He had read this passage many times.

He didn't start paying attention to Boss Liu from the very first episode; he only discovered him later through research.

But this video is his favorite. It's the beginning of everything. Back then, Boss Liu, like himself, had no idea what would happen in the future.

In the latest replies in the comments section below.

At this moment, Boss Liu has no idea what will happen in the future.

"Coming here for archaeological research on November 1, 2014? No, that's only been a few months!"

"My goodness, is Boss Liu really a newbie? Judging from his video style, I thought he had been a blogger for many years."

"Has Boss Liu posted videos on other platforms before?"

"The place where dreams begin —"

There are many people like him.

I only started paying attention to Liu Laoban after he became famous, and then I followed his research.

They left their mark in this video, as if they were checking in or witnessing something.

The boy knew very well that as long as Boss Liu kept making videos, people would come every year, every month, every day.

"The place where dreams begin" - check-in.

Perhaps there will be people like him who, after watching this, will be tempted to try becoming a content creator themselves.

"Could this be an opportunity?"

He stared at the screen, muttering to himself.

The video was still playing, the scene switching from Liu Zhuohao's narration to the breakfast stall, where steaming hot vapor was rising.

Some people were queuing up, while others were about to call out, "Senior, I'd like a scallion pancake."

Not only was there sound in the video, but the boy was muttering to himself off-screen, and a student would speak up at that point.

He can already recite every single line from this video.

When the video switched to the breakfast stall, he turned it off.

The screen went dark, revealing his own face.

At fifteen or sixteen, with a rather thin face, I was definitely not handsome, and even looked a bit sleazy. My hair was a mess. Could I make a video with this kind of appearance?

His eyes were fixed on the screen, as if he were asking someone, or perhaps asking himself.

"Can I become a blogger like Boss Liu?"

The room was very quiet.

The fan whirred.

No one answered him.

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