Rebirth Starting as a Stock Market Enthusiast

Is this data real in Chapter 170?

Next, he plans to establish a dedicated music department to scout out promising but yet-to-be-famous original musicians online and buy out the copyrights of their works at low prices.

He still has at least a dozen viral "TikTok hits" from his previous life in his mind.

Most of these songs are still lying on the creators' hard drives, untouched by anyone.

By securing these resources in advance, Feiyu Media will essentially control the future of short video traffic!

Thinking of this, Shen Fei's eyes became deep.

He opened his laptop and created a new document titled "Flying Bird Music Project".

Just as he was about to organize the memories in his mind into words, his phone screen lit up.

Song Zhiyuan called.

"Hello, Manager Song."

Shen Fei answered the phone politely.

On the other end of the phone, Song Zhiyuan's rapid breathing could be heard.

"Mr. Shen—Mr. Shen!" Song Zhiyuan's voice trembled slightly, almost imperceptibly. "The data! The data from our Kobi Chips video—did you see it?!"

Shen Fei turned on speakerphone, tossed it onto the table, and lightly tapped his fingers on the laptop keyboard. Upon hearing this, he paused for a moment.

He leaned back in his chair, shifting to a more comfortable position, and asked knowingly, "Which video? Song Ting's? I saw it. The data is alright, as expected."

As expected?

Song Zhiyuan on the other end of the phone almost choked and fainted on the spot.

This is what you call expected?!

Hearing this, Zhao Muyang, who was standing next to him, also twitched his eyelids violently, snatched the phone, and took over himself.

"Mr. Shen, this is Zhao Muyang." Zhao Muyang's voice was much calmer, but his speech was still a beat faster than usual. "This data growth—is a bit beyond our expectations. I'd like to check the actual playback volume in the backend with you so we can make a summary."

Shen Fei couldn't help but grin.

Of course he knew what Zhao Muyang was thinking.

It's nothing more than a mixture of surprise and delight; they're afraid the data is fake, yet also afraid it's real.

"Mr. Zhao, you're too kind," Shen Fei said politely. "I'm a little busy right now, I'll have the operations team take the screenshots later."

I'll send it to you. If you're in a hurry, I can give you the data right now.

"Please speak!" Zhao Muyang immediately sat up straight.

"As of just now, the total views for the five videos are approximately 130 million," Shen Fei casually stated.

Zhao Muyang closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

Air rushed into his lungs through his trachea, barely calming his wildly beating heart. When he opened his eyes again, the shock on his face had vanished. In its place was the composure characteristic of a senior executive at Shenyang Aircraft Corporation.

"President Shen," Zhao Muyang's voice softened, becoming more serious and polite, "things happened so suddenly just now, I was a bit flustered. Let me formally introduce myself, I'm Zhao Muyang, Marketing Director of Daliyuan Group."

Song Zhiyuan stood to the side, swallowing hard.

He rarely saw his boss speak to a business partner in such an equal, even somewhat subservient, tone.

On the other end of the phone, Shen Fei gave a bright smile and said politely, "Mr. Zhao, you're too kind. Just call me Shen Fei."

"Mr. Shen, is this data accurate?"

"Of course. Feiyu Media never inflates its metrics. Mr. Chen can vouch for that. If Mr. Zhao is still concerned, he can verify it at any time."

"Mr. Shen, I certainly believe Mr. Chen's endorsement. The data is real, I no longer doubt that. But as someone who works in the industry, I really don't understand it. To be honest, our group has never been involved in short video promotion before, so I would like to ask Feiyu Media—how exactly did you do it? This kind of vertically boosted data model completely violates the platform's natural recommendation algorithm."

He wondered if Shen Fei possessed some undisclosed core vulnerability in the platform. Or perhaps, behind this small company in a small county town, some financial behemoth was actually standing.

Faced with Zhao Muyang's probing, Shen Fei remained calm and said, "Mr. Zhao overestimates me. Feiyu is just a small startup company, and I only have a little understanding of the self-media industry. I don't have any particularly sophisticated methods."

"Then this data—"

"A bit of luck." Shen Fei casually picked up the pen on the table and twirled it a couple of times. "If President Zhao has time, he can check out Chairman Zhou's WeChat or browse his Weibo."

Jay Chou's WeChat? Weibo?

For a moment, Zhao Muyang's mind went blank on the other end of the phone.

He didn't quite understand why Shen Fei wanted him to look at Jay Chou's Weibo. Did Jay Chou personally get involved in this short video promotion?

But all he asked the other party's agent for was a music license! And it was free...

As for having Jay Chou himself personally promote it?

Do not make jokes.

Given Jay Chou's current status and commercial value, the price for promoting a single Weibo post would start at least in the eight figures!

This doesn't even include his notoriously stringent brand selection criteria.

How could he possibly personally post on Weibo to attract traffic for an obscure MCN agency and a kindergarten teacher's account with only a few million followers?

This makes absolutely no sense!

Countless thoughts flashed through Zhao Muyang's mind in an instant, each one making his heart pound.

Could it be that Shen Fei bypassed him and secretly spent a fortune to hire Jay Chou's team?

Impossible! Where would a small county-level MCN get such a large amount of power and budget?

"Mr. Zhao—Mr. Zhao?"

Song Zhiyuan's trembling voice came through his ear.

Zhao Muyang finally came to his senses. He glanced at Song Zhiyuan, who was still dumbfounded, and calmly said, "Open Weibo and check Jay Chou's updates."

Upon hearing this, Song Zhiyuan hurriedly pulled out his phone.

Because his hands were shaking, he had to enter the password twice before he could unlock the screen.

Open Weibo and search.

Page redirection.

Song Zhiyuan's movements suddenly froze.

He stared intently at the first post on the screen, his Adam's apple bobbing, but he remained silent for a long time.

"What's wrong?" Zhao Muyang frowned.

He snatched the phone directly from Song Zhiyuan's hand.

The moment his gaze fell upon her, Zhao Muyang's eye twitched uncontrollably twice.

That was a post that was published a little over an hour ago.

"I came across a really interesting video on TikTok, which suddenly reminded me of the corner store at the alleyway when I was a kid, and that bag of potato chips that cost 50 cents."

The accompanying picture is a high-definition close-up of a potato chip bag, showing Zhou Xiaoyu eating potato chips.

The data below is fluctuating wildly at an alarming rate.

The number of likes has exceeded eight million.

The comment section was completely flooded with fans tagging each other and forming groups to check in on Douyin.