Living in a county town, starting as a stock market maker...

Gu Ming did not respond immediately. He listened quietly to the sounds coming from the other end of the phone until their crying gradually subsided before speaking.

"Are you done crying?"

Will crying solve the problem?

This question stunned Wang Min, and she even forgot to continue crying.

Gu Ming didn't give her a chance to catch her breath.

"I remember a couple of days ago, who was it in the live stream who said, 'We were born for this, we don't need a company to promote us'?"

These words instantly shattered Wang Min's arrogance and naivety, making her realize how ridiculous her previous thoughts had been.

What they perceive as success is actually very fragile; it crumbles at the slightest touch.

After a long while, Wang Min's trembling voice came through:

"Brother, we were wrong... Please help us, only you can help us now."

"If you want my help, you can."

Gu Ming's tone shifted abruptly, becoming serious. "But from now on, you must follow my orders. You can't ask a single question. Do what I tell you to do. Can you do that?"

"Yes! We can do it!"

Wang Min readily agreed without hesitation.

"it is good."

Gu Ming immediately got into work mode, displaying his professional skills from his previous life, issuing instructions one by one:

"First, immediately stop arguing with anyone online, no matter how offensive their insults are. Don't reply with a single word, and don't post any more clarification videos, immediately!"

"Second, find all your previous chat logs with that fat pig team leader, pay slips, or any other evidence that can prove you were bullied or had your wages deducted at the factory, take clear photos of them, organize them, and send them to me via WeChat."

"Third, Wang Min, get ready. We'll start the live stream in half an hour."

"Start...start a live stream?"

Wang Min's voice sounded frightened, "Brother, the internet is full of people cursing us right now. If we go live, they'll curse us to death..."

"Do as I say."

After hanging up the phone, the three girls in the rented room looked at each other, their tear stains still wet on their faces.

"Sis, are we really going to start a live stream?"

Zhang Hong asked in a low voice.

Wang Min gritted her teeth:

"Listen to him! We have no choice but to trust him now!"

Half an hour later, in a rented room in an urban village.

Wang Min's hands trembled slightly as she began her first real live stream.

As soon as the broadcast started, thousands of people flooded into the live stream room, and the screen was filled with offensive and abusive language.

"Has the violent woman finally dared to show her face?"

"You still have the nerve to do a live stream? Get out!"

"Looks like a decent human, but has the heart of a viper!"

Wang Min looked at those vicious words and didn't know what to say.

Just then, Gu Ming's calm voice came through her earphones.

"Take a deep breath, ignore the comments, treat them like air. Now, look at the camera."

Wang Min subconsciously did as instructed, shifting her gaze from the chaotic barrage of comments to her phone's camera.

"Very good. Now, don't think about anything else. Just tell me your story from the first day you entered the factory, how you were bullied by that Team Leader Zhou. Don't think about how to gain sympathy. Just tell me your grievances like you're confiding in a friend. Let's begin."

Gu Ming's voice calmed Wang Min down, and her heart gradually settled.

She took a deep breath, faced the camera, and began to speak with a slightly hoarse and trembling voice.

"When we first arrived at the factory, Team Leader Zhou kept staring at us."

Her storytelling wasn't particularly skillful, and her speech wasn't very coherent, but it sounded very genuine.

"He always uses the guise of giving instructions to make unwanted advances, touching me... my sister's waist. When we try to avoid him, he assigns us the hardest work, making us work overtime after everyone else has gone home. This month, he even deducted 300 yuan from our wages, saying we didn't meet our production targets..."

As she continued speaking, she could no longer hold back her tears, which streamed down her cheeks.

"That day, he called me to the warehouse and said... he said that if I spent one night with him, he would give us easy work and raise our wages... I didn't agree and cursed at him. Then he... he tried to pull me away, so I... I slapped him..."

The insults in the live stream gradually subsided, and some skeptical comments began to appear.

"Really? Is there any evidence?"

"Talk is cheap; who knows if it's just an act?"

Gu Ming's voice came through the earphones again:

"Now, show them your chat history, one by one."

Wang Min wiped away her tears, took out Liu Liu's phone, and opened the photo album.

"Look, everyone, this is a WeChat message he sent. He said, 'Little sister, let's go out for a drink tonight. I'll show you how to relax.'"

"And this, he said, 'Don't be so stubborn. To survive in a factory, you have to know how to be flexible.'"

"These are our pay stubs. You see, everyone else gets 3,200, but we only get 2,900. That 300 yuan was deducted from our pay!"

Screenshots, harassing remarks, and pay slips... When this evidence was presented to all the viewers, the tone of the live stream shifted.

"Holy crap! So that's the truth!"

"That old man is a real scoundrel! I support these women in fighting for their rights!"

"I knew it! It takes two to tango; this old lecher must have started it!"

"Severely punish the heartless team leader! Give our sisters justice!"

Comments of sympathy and anger began to flood the screen, drowning out the previous abusive comments.

The number of viewers in the live stream did not decrease; instead, it began to rise steadily, from a few thousand to over 30,000, and its popularity soared on the local charts.

After the live stream ended, the three Wang sisters looked at their account, which had surged to over 50,000 followers, and the overwhelmingly supportive comments in the comment section. They couldn't hold back any longer and hugged each other, crying.

This time, the tears that flowed were tears of excitement and gratitude.

The way they looked at Gu Ming now was no longer just gratitude, but almost worship. All that previous confidence and naiveté of "being born for this" was gone.

Wang Min dialed Gu Ming's number again, her voice full of conviction:

"Brother, what... what should we do next?"

On the other end of the phone, Gu Ming's voice remained calm.

"Consider today a free lesson for you. If you want to continue down this path, bring your ID cards to No. 108 Shengli Road at 9:00 AM tomorrow and find a company called 'Star Media' to sign a formal contract."

"Remember, once you sign the contract, you will be contracted artists of my Star Media."

Meanwhile, Li Li, who had just gotten her nails done and returned home, was lying on the sofa, chatting animatedly with her local girlfriends in her phone group.

When she came across the live stream clips that sparked citywide discussion.

When I saw the words "Star Media".

She suddenly remembered the man she looked down on in the coffee shop.