Why is the system taking my request to photograph a cosplayer seriously?

Chapter 242 Brothers Promote Products

Monday morning.

Ding Heng went into the teaching building as usual to attend class at 8 a.m. There were originally four people in the dormitory, but now only Liu Chiwang was there.

Qian Pu stayed in bed, while Chen Mo said he was called by the teacher to participate in an activity.

"Good morning, Lao Ding!"

"morning!"

After a brief greeting, Ding Heng sat down and began the lesson, but he was already feeling drowsy.

Suddenly, my phone screen lit up and a video message popped up.

【A Sunny Day Amidst a Sea of Flowers】: [Private Vlog - Week 14]

Ding Heng raised an eyebrow.

First, take a look at the time: 8:13 AM.

Hua Qing should be in the rehearsal hall at this time. Did she sneak into the dressing room to record this during a break from dance practice?

Was it recorded last night and scheduled to be sent?

The cover shows Hua Qing standing in front of the mirror in her new home's dance studio, wearing a simple light gray practice outfit, still exuding a cool and aloof aura.

But considering the possible content, Ding Heng didn't click on it, intending to wait until no one was around before taking the time to enjoy it.

The second message followed immediately.

【A Sea of Flowers Under a Sunny Day】: [Melancholy.jpg]

A tiny figure dressed in pink and white Hanfu was lying in a corner, with a dark cloud hanging above its head, and its expression was extremely resentful.

Ding Heng's heart skipped a beat as he suddenly remembered that he hadn't gone to the capital this week.

[Ding Heng]: Senior, the National Day holiday just ended, and you already miss me?

The reply came very quickly.

【Flower Sea Sunny Day】: Who misses you? It's just that someone broke their promise, so I'm just reminding them.

His tone was stiff and unnatural; you could practically smell the awkwardness through the screen.

Ding Heng: Then I'll come over this afternoon.

【Flower Sea Sunny Day】: No. You should just focus on your studies, or you'll fail again.

[Ding Heng]: Senior, are you concerned about me?

【Flower Sea Sunny Day】: I'm just afraid you'll blame it on me.

Ding Heng's lips curled up slightly.

He didn't press the matter further and instead asked about the rehearsals.

[Ding Heng]: How's the theater troupe doing lately? Are the rehearsals going smoothly?

【A Sea of Flowers Under a Sunny Day】: Everything is fine.

In short, it's neither salty nor bland.

Ding Heng continued to press for answers.

[Ding Heng]: Will the lead actor be lost again this time?

【A Sunny Day Amidst a Sea of Flowers】: [Angry and flustered.jpg]

The same pink and white Hanfu-clad figures are grinning and have flames coming out of their heads.

Just as I was about to say a few more jokes, the bell rang to signal the end of get out of class.

The professor closed his textbook, picked up his thermos, and walked out of the classroom.

Ding Heng got up to go to the classroom for the next class, and Liu Chiwang gently pulled him.

"Old Ding, wait a minute."

Liu Chiwang handed over a transparent resealable bag containing sliced red sausages.

Ding Heng took it: "What's this?"

"Harbin Red Sausage! It's from my hometown village, made of pure meat, with no additives, delicious and inexpensive."

Liu Chiwang grinned: "Try it, don't be shy."

Ding Heng tore open the bag, pinched out a piece, and popped it into his mouth.

The casing is crisp and chewy, the meat is firm, and the saltiness is just right.

"Not bad."

"Of course!"

Liu Chiwang stuffed two more packets into his hand: "Take these home and eat them, or give them away as gifts."

Ding Heng weighed the bag in his hand and grinned mischievously: "Unsolicited kindness is always suspicious!"

"hey-hey----"

Liu Chiwang scratched his head, looking somewhat embarrassed.

"Our village has always relied on selling local specialties to make a living, but unfortunately, sales are not good this year. In previous years, we sold through wholesalers, but this year the wholesalers are driving down prices, and the villagers are very worried."

Ding Heng didn't respond, waiting for him to continue.

Liu Chiwang rubbed his hands together and tentatively asked, "Old Ding—could you help me sell some of my goods? It doesn't have to be much, just help promote it so my friends and classmates can buy some to try. The price is absolutely fair, and the quality is definitely top-notch."

Ding Heng chuckled and sighed, "Do you think I have that ability?"

"Old Ding, you have a wide network of connections—"

Liu Chiwang leaned closer: "Especially that senior from the dance department of Hunan Normal University, could you ask her for help—"

"Hua Qing?"

"right!"

Liu Chiwang took out his phone, swiped it a few times, and handed it to Ding Heng: "Look, look, her account has almost a million followers!"

Hua Qing's Douyin account has unknowingly amassed 960,000 followers, nearing one million.

The profile picture is a candid shot of Hua Qing during one of her rehearsals. She is wearing a moon-white long dress, turning her head to the side, her expression as cold and aloof as frost.

The introduction consists of only one line: "[Hunan Normal University → Beijing Dance Academy dancer occasionally shares her daily life]".

There's no "Please DM for business cooperation" message, and no labels like "fashion blogger" or "beauty blogger"—it's all clean and simple.

Scrolling down, aside from daily vlogs, the page mostly contains behind-the-scenes footage of performances and a few casual photos.

There was no skirting the line, and no deliberate marketing.

Each post received a high number of likes, and the comment section was filled with a peaceful atmosphere.

Ding Heng seemed to be deep in thought.

He had mentioned to Lin Man before that Hua Qing was too deserted and asked her to help him think of a solution. He didn't expect Lin Man to take it seriously and hire a dedicated operations team to manage it.

In addition, Hua Qing has a solid foundation and is further enhanced by her status as a graduate student of the Taipei Dance Academy, a gold medalist in the Lotus Flower Dance Competition, and a "friend" of Longhe Dance Troupe.

She possesses exceptional professional skills, outstanding appearance and temperament, and an aloofness that seems untouched by worldly concerns.

In an era saturated with internet celebrity faces, such clean and pure "breath of fresh air" is all the more precious.

With the influx of fans, Hua Qing's family's clothing business directly benefited.

Ding Heng snapped out of his thoughts: "Give me two packets, and I'll ask around for you."

Liu Chiwang nodded his thanks repeatedly.

It was noon when Ding Heng walked out of the teaching building.

He opened the car door and got into the driver's seat, tossing his bag onto the passenger seat. Before he could start the engine, the passenger door was suddenly pulled open.

A figure flashed in.

Longhe!?

Ding Heng asked in surprise, "Why are you here again?"

"What do you mean by 'again'?"

Longhe pulled on his seatbelt and fastened it, his tone displeased: "Not welcoming, brother?"

Ding Heng started the car, turned the steering wheel, and drove out of the parking space: "You're a big star, for goodness' sake. Aren't you taking holidays a bit too often?"

"It's not really a holiday."

Long He took a mint out of his bag, unwrapped it, and popped it into his mouth: "I came back to record a show for Hunan TV, and I stopped by your school on the way. I just happened to see your car parked here."

"You're getting bolder and bolder, huh?!"

"Hehe, your glasses really work."

Long He raised his hand to adjust the black-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose, his tone smug: "From the moment I entered the school gate until you got on the bus, not a single person recognized me the whole way."

Ding Heng gave a helpless, bitter smile.

"Where to?"

"If I'm going to record a show, I'll definitely go to a TV station."

"OK."

Ding Heng responded, and Long He naturally reached for the back seat and picked up a bag.

"What's this?"

"Harbin Red Sausage".

"Can I eat it?"

"Weren't you already demolishing it?"

Longhe tore open the packaging bag, took a bite, chewed a couple of times, and squinted his eyes.

"Hmm, not bad. Where did you come from?"

"My classmate."

Ding Heng briefly recounted what Liu Chiwang had done to him that morning.

"They said it's a specialty product from their hometown village, the product is good, but they don't have a market, so they wanted me to help them sell it."

"Supporting farmers' sales through e-commerce?"

Longhe suddenly looked down and started fiddling with his phone.

Ding Heng suddenly heard a "click" sound and turned his head to look.

Longhe pointed his camera at the red sausage in his hand and took a picture with absolutely no composition.

Then she opened WB and her fingers flew across the screen.

Ding Heng was startled: "What are you doing?"

"I'll help you sell your products."

Long He didn't even look up, speaking as if it were the most natural thing in the world.

The next second — sent.

Ding Heng slammed on the brakes, bringing the car to a sudden stop. The momentum threw the two of them forward, and the sausage in Long He's hand almost flew out of his hand.

"Have you already sent it out?"

"yes."

Longhe showed him his phone screen.

The latest Weibo post, accompanied by a link to the sales channels for red sausage, has already been shared over four figures.

Ding Heng hesitated, then pressed the accelerator again, and the car continued to drive forward.

"You don't have any snack brand endorsements on you, do you?"

"No—don't worry! I'm not stupid."

"Your mom actually dared to let you manage your Weibo account yourself, that's amazing."

"What do you mean?"

Longhe pouted unhappily: "My contract is about to expire. My mom is giving me some freedom, but I still need to approve the new company."

"A new company?"

"yes."

Longhe sat up straight and began to ramble on like beans.

"The investors have already reached an agreement, and the business registration is complete. Now I'm just waiting for my contract to expire so I can officially go solo."

"What kind of company is it? Is it reliable?"

"My mom told me that it's backed by a rising investment company in Hong Kong with a pretty good cash flow."

Long He complained, "Their boss is quite mysterious; he didn't show his face at all. The person who came to discuss cooperation was a general manager surnamed Huang, a woman around thirty years old, who was very efficient in her work."

Ding Heng smiled without saying a word. He had already spoken with Yang Sijie and asked her to keep it a secret for the time being.

Long He continued muttering, "I secretly asked Manager Huang why they wanted to invest in the mainland entertainment industry. They make so much money in Hong Kong, why would they even consider our small piece of the pie?"

"What did she say?"

"She said—our boss is particularly interested in Miss Longhe and is a die-hard fan of yours."

After saying that, Long He curled his lips, looking disgusted.

"I got goosebumps right then and there."

Ding Heng was struggling to suppress his laughter, and Long He keenly noticed the curve of his lips.

"What are you laughing at?"

Did I laugh?

"Is it funny?"

"Isn't it funny?"

Ding Heng cleared his throat: "The big boss is paying real money, and this is your attitude?"

"What's wrong with spending money? I'm even making money for him!"

Long He stiffened his neck, his tone stubborn: "Let me tell you, since my debut, I, Long He, have never engaged in any of those shady dealings. If he behaves himself as an investor, I'll respect him as a financial backer. But if he dares to have any crooked ideas—"

"What will you do?"

"I'll—I'll have my brother beat him up!"

Ding Heng couldn't hold back any longer and burst out laughing.

The car turned a corner and came to a stop in front of the TV station.

Long He unbuckled his seatbelt and turned to look at Ding Heng.

I'm leaving first thing tomorrow morning.

"So urgent?"

"Yes. I have a brand event to attend in Shanghai."

She sighed, "I've squeezed in time to talk to you today."

Ding Heng sighed, "There's no need. Even with glasses, it's still quite dangerous. Just call if anything happens."

"snort!"

Long He snorted softly, pushed open the door and got out of the car, then bent down and leaned half his body inside.

"Bye-Bye."

Ding Heng waved to her.

Longhe closed the car door, turned around, and walked into the building.

The figure flashed past behind the glass door and quickly disappeared.

Ding Heng's phone suddenly vibrated.

Caller ID: Liu Chiwang

"Old Ding! Brother Ding! From now on, you're my real brother, my ancestor!!! Longhe posted on Weibo!!! She recommended our red sausage!!! Holy crap!!!"

Liu Chiwang's voice burst from the receiver; he was incoherent and as excited as if he had won the lottery.

"You know Longhe?! You actually know Longhe?! Why didn't you say so sooner?!"

Ding Heng moved his phone further away.

"I'll ask for you."

"Ask??? This isn't just asking!!! You've practically gotten a superstar to beat me up!!!"

Liu Chiwang's voice continued to rise.

"Alright, alright."

Ding Heng interrupted, "Don't get excited. If the product is good, it will sell well. It's just a WB item, don't take it too seriously."

Liu Chiwang thanked him profusely again before finally hanging up the phone.

Ding Heng picked up his phone again and opened Long He's chat window.

[Ding Heng]: [Transfer 5.20]

Longhe replied instantly.

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