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

Chapter 140 [Invitation to the Annual Meeting]

In the rented room, the curtains weren't fully drawn, and a beam of white light squeezed in through the gap, shining directly onto the computer desk.

Liu Zhuohao sat at the table, holding half a fried dough stick in his hand. It was so oily that it crumbled when he took a bite.

He lowered his head and took a sip of soy milk. Water droplets condensed on the plastic cup and trickled down the rim. His eyes were fixed on the screen, which was completely black except for a line of white text: "Wang boy, get up and update the video!"

"Here it comes! Here it comes! Here it comes!"

The screen lit up.

A man with dyed blond hair appeared in front of the camera. He had a long face and was as thin as a bamboo pole. He was giving the camera an awkward smile and said, "OK, this video is for this Boss Liu's event."

He spoke as if reciting a textbook, every word sounding like it had been written down and memorized beforehand. He first showed the camera a screenshot of his successful registration, then dragged a delivery box over from the side, placed it on the keyboard, and the keyboard creaked.

"Let me show you first that I've successfully registered, and I'm going to be reviewing beef balls, which have already arrived!"

He pointed to the delivery box, his finger trembling slightly.

The background is a white wall, bare and without anything on it.

"Now, let's start with unpacking!"

Liu Zhuohao looked at the screen, took a bite of the fried dough stick, and frowned as he chewed.

general.

It's too ordinary.

This doesn't look like a blogger at all; it's more like a student forced to recite a text on stage. Instead of looking at the camera, he's looking to the side, and he speaks as if he's reading from a script.

He put down the fried dough stick, typed a comment on the keyboard, sent it, and then turned off the video.

My previous impressions set my expectations too high.

Now that I've seen the finished product, I'm quickly disappointed.

The Wang boy of today is not the Wang boy of tomorrow.

He seems to need to accumulate experience points, the kind that needs to level up.

Right now, in front of the camera, well, I'm really stiff!

He doesn't have the same talent as Butter Sauce at all. Even if he started making videos early and didn't have any experience, the moment he picked up a camera and started shooting, his abstract ability filled his videos with an atmosphere that made people want to stay and watch them.

Strictly speaking, though, he should be a couple blogger, right?

I remember starting to follow his videos because he got a girlfriend named Na Jie, and their interactions were very interesting.

I've almost forgotten whether he built up his video platform before or after his girlfriend appeared on camera —

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Liu Zhuohao pondered this in his heart, but because he was in 14, he couldn't verify when the other person became popular, or whether it was because of the couple's track.

But there's no doubt that she will become a major blogger with over four million followers.

Thinking it over, Liu Zhuohao opened the next video.

"Scanning the leaderboard" is something he does every day since the event started.

He needs to understand what kind of content the video creators participating in his activities have produced, and to comment on some of the videos reviewing beef balls.

Of course, it's even more important to pay attention to whether there are any bloggers worth befriending.

In other words, it's preparation for a future media team.

"Huh!"

Liu Zhuohao let out a soft "hmm" and clicked on one of the videos because the title was quite interesting.

But after clicking through and seeing the original poster, he felt relieved.

"After posting the last food video, I found that many viewers sent me private messages asking where I bought the beef balls and how I made them."

"So in this video, we'll make these handmade beef balls."

"Of course—"

The face that appeared in the video wasn't the one I knew, but rather, well, my own video?

Before Liu Zhuohao could react, the camera suddenly zoomed out, revealing a monitor in front of him.

Am I watching other people's videos on this little Bilibili site?

"I'm sure every viewer who clicked in has seen this video!"

A gentle voice came from the earpiece. The perspective was first-person, similar to the view from the breakfast stall, where the camera was worn on the head.

There were no people in sight, only sounds.

"When I first saw this video, I thought about making a remake and making these beef balls myself."

"But because I'm too lazy and a little afraid to face the camera, I haven't been able to record it yet."

"This time, thanks to Mr. Liu's event, I dared to pick up the camera and record my life. I filmed the experience of buying four pounds of pork leg meat and making my own hand-beaten beef balls. It took several hours and my hands were exhausted."

Listening to the lines, Liu Zhuohao couldn't help but laugh; it was like a nested doll.

But clearly, the effect of this video kept him there.

"What a gentle voice!"

"I actually found myself watching someone else's video of Boss Liu within someone else's video!"

"Is this a girl's room? It smells wonderful!"

"What's the model number for the pink keyboard?"

"I've become a girl. (No)"

There are already quite a few comments in the video.

Both Butter Sauce and Wang Boy had posted before, but she took more than a week to post. He thought she was going to give up, but he didn't expect her to have such a big surprise.

The video continued playing.

The scene shifted from the computer desk to the vegetable market.

From a first-person perspective, the camera follows the flow of people forward, showing various stalls: pork stalls, vegetable stalls, and fish stalls. The sounds are clearly audible: people are bargaining, chopping meat, and electric bikes honking their horns.

"It's five in the morning, and the market has just opened."

A gentle voice rang out, carrying a hint of the nasal tone characteristic of early morning.

Liu Zhuohao watched and commented in his mind.

"Wow, this is a big production! As expected of Little Lamb Cuisine, they're actually planning to recreate my video and make their own handmade beef balls, then compare them to the beef balls ordered from me."

"However, review videos would be more substantial."

"She's quite shrewd; she chose to make them herself instead of buying beef balls from somewhere else—"

Liu Zhuohao unconsciously commented on the video as she started buying meat, which was also beef hind leg meat, exactly the same as in her own video.

The camera pans to the butcher's stall, where the butcher can be seen swiftly cutting off a large piece of meat and tossing it onto the scale.

The difference lies in the perspective; in my video, someone else filmed it, and I appear in it.

However, her videos are from a first-person perspective, with only sound, occasional murmurs, which evoke a lot of imagination.

For some bloggers, not appearing on camera might actually be more effective, even if they don't have any major flaws in terms of appearance.

But by not appearing on camera, one can leave more room for imagination and anticipation.

"Now, now we're going to pound this cooled-down beef repeatedly until, until!"

The voice was no longer gentle, but hysterical, accompanied by the sound of banging. Two iron bars kept hitting the beef, and the camera shook as the hands trembled.

"I'll do it! I'll do it!"

"Thank you for your hard work, uploader!"

"After all, she's a girl. She could just buy some beef balls from Boss Liu and eat them; there's no need to actually make them herself!"

"Coins inserted!"

She knows very well how to use her strengths, knowing what should be edited into the final cut and what shouldn't.

As Liu Zhuohao watched the comments on the video, his earlier joking moments gradually turned into feelings of pity.

In addition, the "difficult" production process earned a lot of coins and likes.

Overall, Liu Zhuohao's video is quite good; it keeps viewers engaged and is very interesting.

Similarly, he left a review for the lamb dish.

He even sent her a private message, offering words of encouragement just like he did with the butter sauce.

Just as Liu Zhuohao was about to continue scrolling through the videos, the site administrator sent him a message.

"Telephone?"

The dialog box contained only two words.

"Can."

Liu Zhuohao replied with two words, and a voice call came in quickly.

Their relationship has indeed become more and more familiar, and they are no longer so polite with each other.

But similarly, their identities are becoming increasingly similar.

It is a relationship as equal partners, not a superior-subordinate relationship.

"You're a genius."

The stationmaster's voice came through the headset, brimming with undisguised joy; he even skipped the formal address, "For the past week or so, I..."

The total number of videos posted on our site has increased by more than 1,200.

Liu Zhuohao didn't interrupt, but picked up his soy milk and took a sip.

The soy milk has cooled down and tastes a bit fishy.

"Nearly nine hundred of them are videos related to your evaluation activities, and most of them are from people who are posting videos for the first time."

The stationmaster spoke faster and faster, his voice growing louder and louder.

"Whether they continue as bloggers or not, at least they've taken the first step!"

Liu Zhuohao listened without saying a word, unable to find a way to interject.

"There are some promising talents here! Have you seen it? That video reviewing the iPhone 5c has almost 400,000 views! He only had a little over 200 followers before posting the video, and now he has 16,000!"

The station manager paused, as if flipping through data.

"This rate of follower growth is something I never dared to imagine before. And that lamb dish, it got more than 40,000 views in less than 24 hours. At this rate, it might reach 400,000 in 24 hours."

"The entire entertainment section has come alive!"

Liu Zhuohao put down the cooled soy milk, the plastic cup making a soft tap on the table.

The station manager was still talking, going on and on.

It's incredible that so many users have tried to become bloggers and posted videos in just one week.

Being a user is easy.

Being a blogger is tough!

Many people have ideas, but find it difficult to put them into practice.

At most, they might turn on the screen recording function on their computer, record some game clips, and upload them. Some people are even too lazy to do voice-over narration; they just upload the entire video.

But these nearly nine hundred newly released videos weren't just filmed with one device; they actually picked up their phones or cameras to film!

"Some people inside can show their faces like you, but some are shy and have to wear a head covering, a mask, or a face covering. And some people speak in the first person."

"But overall, the entertainment section is finally starting to look like an entertainment section, instead of just reposting YouTube videos or Nicole Kidman's videos as before."

"Furthermore, with the support of your topic's traffic, many previously buried videos have been revived. Previously, many videos needed to first climb the charts and accumulate data before they could enter our editorial and operational backend and be recommended. But for newcomers, this period was very difficult—"

From the moment the call was answered, Liu Zhuohao had no chance to interrupt; he could only listen to the station manager talk.

Rookie period?

Indeed, without subsequent big data recommendations during this period, it was very difficult for new bloggers to get through the initial stage.

They need to constantly update their videos and use the "Latest Updates" section, the only one recommended by the public, to get seen by users. They can gradually accumulate a few, a dozen, or even dozens of fans and convert them into their own followers.

Only then can they leverage the power of their fans to climb the charts and catch the editors' attention.

Because of his offline business, Liu Zhuohao hardly had a newcomer period, but other people on the site were different. They relied purely on the website's promotion and needed to accumulate several months, or even a year and a half, of traffic.

Rather than becoming an overnight sensation.

But it is precisely because of this that small groups like the "Big Boss" have emerged, monopolizing rankings and website promotion.

"Several bloggers have even added me as a friend to thank me for organizing this event," Liu Zhuohao said, seizing a moment to speak. "I've watched their videos, replied to a few messages, and encouraged them to keep going."

He paused.

"However, there's one blogger who actually wants me to mentor him."

The headset went silent.

There was no response from the station manager.

It was very quiet, with only the hissing sound of electricity.

"Who is it?" the stationmaster finally asked.

"Butter Sauce," Liu Zhuohao said honestly. "He seems to have only graduated from junior high school. Because of his family situation, his experience is similar to mine. He was inspired after watching my videos, especially recently when he made evaluation videos, the data looks good."

He briefly explained the situation regarding the butter sauce.

Since that day of encouragement, the other person has been messaging me almost every day, talking about his family, his confusion about the future, and that he wants to come to Chaoshan to find him, as if he sees me as some kind of elder he can confide in.

The station manager remained silent and just listened.

Liu Zhuohao said everything he needed to say and then shut up.

There was a few seconds of silence.

"Speaking of which, it's almost New Year's Day." The station manager changed the subject, his voice calming down, not as excited as when he was on the phone.

"Yes, but the Lunar New Year is quite late this year; it won't be until mid-February."

"So around the beginning of February, we will start arranging annual dinners for each department."

He paused for a moment, then said, "Do you plan to come over then? We'd like to invite a few of the older women to visit the company and attend the annual meeting together."

Liu Zhuohao was stunned, the fried dough stick in his hand stopped in mid-air.

Going to Shanghai?

His mind raced. It was early February, still some time before the Lunar New Year. The store renovations should still be in the final stages, and the online activities should be almost over, with the awards ceremony about to begin.

"Of course," he replied, stuffing the now-cold fried dough stick into his mouth and taking a bite. "But I probably won't be gone for long, mainly because I have a lot of things to do in real life."

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There was a moment of silence on the other end of the phone, then the station manager's laughter came through, "Yes, you still have a shop to open."

He paused, a hint of a smile in his voice: "We've known each other for so long, I feel I should go and check on you when you open your shop."

Upon hearing this, Liu Zhuohao also laughed.

"It's such an honor to have you, the boss of a big city and a big company, grace my humble shop with your presence!"

He replied.

"Don't give me that!" the station manager said with a laugh. "This company doesn't just belong to me, it belongs to many people. You'll understand when you start your own company."

Liu Zhuohao didn't deny it: "Start a company? That's a long way off!"

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