Huayu: From "Good Fortune Across the Sky" to becoming a top star

As night fell, Deba Village slept soundly early on.

Only a few scattered houses had their windows emitting a dim, yellowish light from kerosene lamps, which trembled and swayed in the pitch-black night.

Even today, the village's electricity supply remains unstable. Forget about televisions and computers; even a light bulb that doesn't flicker is considered a luxury.

After Jiang Xun finished adding hay for Xiao Hong, he pushed open the door and went back inside.

The nights in Xinlong were still a bit chilly, and a light drizzle began to fall in the evening. The mountain wind, carrying moisture, blew in, adding to the chill.

He added a piece of dried cow dung cake to the fire pit, and the flames slowly rose, spreading warmth little by little, making the small house cozy.

Accustomed to the city's daily routine from his previous life, he couldn't fall asleep for a while, even though the whole village was asleep and all around was quiet except for the sounds of wind and rain.

Open Douyin and search for Hu Bo's account.

His homepage mainly features photos of Tibetan boys and girls that he casually took. There aren't many likes or comments, and most of the support comes from accounts with Tibetan avatars and names.

His own video has not yet been released.

Jiang Xun calmed himself down and stopped thinking about it. He took out the book "Film Language" that he had specially bought in the county town from the box under the bed, sat down by the fire pit, and quietly flipped through it to pass the time.

Raindrops tapped softly on the metal windowsill outside the window, their rhythm steady.

Big Yellow curled up at his feet, its tail occasionally brushing the ground lightly.

Everything was as peaceful as usual.

Around 9 p.m., my phone suddenly rang.

Jiang Xun quickly got up and unplugged his phone from the power bank.

Of course, he still hoped to become famous unexpectedly. After all, if he became famous, he could do whatever he wanted and accumulate more funds for the future.

When I opened Douyin, I saw that Hu Bo had posted the new video he filmed that afternoon.

Almost simultaneously, a WeChat message popped up.

"Brother Jiang Xun, I've posted the video. Could you give it a like?"

"OK."

He lost interest in reading and swiped his finger up and down the screen, refreshing the page again and again.

For the first few minutes, it was completely quiet, without a sound.

Jiang Xun was almost ready to give up.

But just as he was about to turn off his phone, the data suddenly seemed to be ignited, jumping up like crazy.

10

50

180

2150

……

In just half an hour, the video received over 5,000 likes and more than 400 comments.

This data already exceeds the total of all of Hu Bo's previous videos.

The WeChat message notification sound kept ringing:

"Wow! Brother Jiang Xun, you're on your way to becoming famous!"

Jiang Xun took a deep breath.

He could clearly feel his heart racing, and a thin layer of sweat had involuntarily seeped out of his back.

He walked to the window, pushed it open, and let the cold night wind blow in.

Jiang Xun is actually someone who can enjoy solitude, but now he feels a little empty inside. He is about to become famous, but there is no one to share it with.

The video's metrics are still skyrocketing.

Right now, Douyin is booming. The platform needs to create idols and show everyone that ordinary people can become overnight sensations simply by posting a short video on Douyin.

As soon as Hu Bo's video showed signs of going viral, the traffic surged like a tidal wave, with no hesitation in pushing it to viewers.

The more likes a product receives, the more recommendations it receives; the more recommendations it receives, the more explosive the data becomes.

In just over two hours, the video's total views exceeded ten million, the number of likes surged to a staggering 38, and the number of comments and shares both surpassed 13.

Wow, this face is both wild and clean, absolutely stunning! I'm calling him "husband" right now!

Is he a Tibetan guy? His smile is so healing, I've watched it on repeat dozens of times!

I desperately need his contact information right now! (lol)

[That bone structure, those eyes, I can't take it anymore, it's so alluring!]

[The way he looks in Tibetan clothing is like Zhang Qiling straight out of the book; he's totally my type!]

Jiang Xun flipped through them one by one, let out a long breath, and a joyful smile appeared on his face.

Is this what it feels like to have boundless good fortune?

Hu Bo's WeChat messages kept popping up every now and then.

"Bro, I've got tons of MCNs messaging me asking for your contact information; they all want to sign you. What do you think? Should I give it to them?"

"Brother Hu, please help me reject them all. I'm not considering signing a contract for now."

In the past, if a big company were willing to sign him, he would have been overjoyed, considering it as accumulating funds for future efforts.

But now there's no need; he now has more and freer choices.

"Okay, I'll come see you again tomorrow and film a few more while they're still fresh! I'll split the video revenue with you, okay?"

"Filming a video is fine. Just keep the money."

Jiang Xun had seen Hu Bo's shots, and aside from anything else, he did have a certain flair for photographing people, capturing their stories in a way that was very compelling.

The video's popularity continues to soar. As a reborn individual, Jiang Xun's initial excitement gradually subsided, and he was just about to rest when his email inbox started buzzing again.

Upon opening the emails, I found they were all from companies I had previously applied to, all saying they thought he had star potential and that they were open to discussing profit-sharing arrangements.

……

Zhang Deyang, from Xinlong Tourism Investment, had just returned home and taken a shower. He was sitting in his study reading a book when the phone rang abruptly.

He didn't get up, but simply took it.

"Who is it?"

"Mr. Zhang, it's me."

Upon hearing the voice on the other end of the phone, Zhang Deyang stood up reflexively, his tone becoming more respectful.

"Sir, hello, do you have any instructions so late?"

There were no pleasantries on the other end of the phone; the caller went straight to the point: "Mr. Zhang, have you been watching Douyin? This is a rare opportunity for Xinlong; you must seize it."

Zhang Deyang doesn't have the habit of scrolling through Douyin (TikTok). He always felt that such fragmented content was a waste of time, and he preferred to read books in his spare time.

Upon hearing this, he quickly used his other hand to turn on his phone on the table, put it on silent, and opened TikTok.

Because of Douyin's massive promotion, the first video pushed to me was Jiang Xun's.

He glanced at the profile picture and immediately understood: Jiang Xun was a member of Xinlong and had unexpectedly become a sensation. If this was handled well, it would greatly benefit Xinlong's publicity.

"I've seen the leader's report, and I'm aware of this matter. We're preparing to discuss it in a meeting tomorrow."

"I have some business to attend to. I'll be going to Xinlong tomorrow and bringing this little guy to your travel investment company. You should plan this carefully and not let this valuable opportunity slip away."

"Good leader."

After hanging up the phone, Zhang Deyang carefully reviewed the video and related news again, and had a general idea of ​​what was going on.

Just as I was about to arrange tomorrow's tasks in the work group, I found that the usually stagnant work group was bustling with activity again tonight.