Why did the system take my request to take photos with a cosplayer seriously?

"Brother, what brings you here..."

The little girl had just woken up; her voice was soft and sweet, and she seemed a little guilty.

Ding Heng continued rubbing his hands: "You don't know how I got here?"

Baima gave an awkward laugh.

Of course she knew.

In the morning, she saw the news on Longhe's super topic that Longhe was coming to Chengdu to participate in an event, so she sent Longhe a message.

She didn't say anything particularly special in her words, just that she was in Chengdu recently and that she hadn't seen her brother in a long time, which made her feel sorry for him.

Longhe's reply consisted of only a line of ellipses.

Bai Ma didn't expect Long He to pass on her message, but Ding Heng's presence at home showed that the message was still effective.

She tilted her head back and gave a fawning smile.

"So, how long do you plan to stay with me, brother?"

How long do you want me to stay with you?

"Of course, the longer the better!"

"You want me to keep you company now?"

Ding Heng spoke calmly, but increased the pressure on his hand.

Bai Ma hissed and continued to act coquettishly.

"Brother, don't be angry..."

Ding Heng didn't reply, and finally let go and got out of bed.

"Alright, you've worked up a sweat during your nap and feel all sticky. Go take a shower."

Baima reached out a hand and gently tugged at Ding Heng's clothes.

"I want my brother to help me wash."

Ding Heng lowered his head, while Baima looked up.

The two locked eyes once again.

Ding Heng pretended to be angry and said, "You never text me or listen to me, and now you expect me to help you take a bath?"

"That prince..."

Baima tilted her head slightly, and imitated Lin Man's coquettish manner in an affected way: "How do you plan to discipline your disobedient little sister?"

Ding Heng did not answer.

He bent down, put his hands under Baima's knees and back, and lifted her up.

Bai Ma let out a soft "ah" and subconsciously wrapped her arms around Ding Heng's neck.

The two entered the bathroom, where the sound of running water filled the air.

Chapter 329: The Little Boss and the Little Secretary

At four o'clock in the afternoon, the weather in Chengdu turned slightly cloudy, and Ding Heng drove away from the villa.

Wenshu and Baima sat together in the back row.

From the moment she got on the bus, Baima's mouth never stopped, eagerly reporting to Ding Heng on her journey in self-media over the past few months.

"I recently had a video that went straight to over 800,000 views! Brother, do you know that? Over 800,000! I only had a little over 50,000 followers back then..."

"sure."

Ding Heng gave a perfunctory reply: "Pretty good, keep it up!"

"That is!"

Bai Ma raised her chin, looking quite pleased with herself.

When Lin Man gave Baimati advice, she had a firm grasp on her mind!

It is concluded that once she dedicates herself to self-media, it will not be for making money, but for enjoying a sense of accomplishment.

The car stopped at a red light at the intersection. Ding Heng really didn't want to hear Baima ramble on about social media accounts anymore, so he simply changed the subject.

"Bai Ma, how long do you plan to stay in Rongcheng?"

"Hmm... I should stay until next Thursday, then go to Tibet with Wenshu to shoot new footage."

"Wen Shu?"

Ding Heng glanced at Wen Shu through the rearview mirror.

When Wen Shu was called out, she turned her gaze from the window and met Ding Heng's eyes.

Ding Heng continued, "Are you planning to go with Baima?"

Wen Shu nodded: "Yes! Let's treat it as a side trip and practice taking scenic photos along the way."

"Can you adapt to altitude sickness?"

"Brother-in-law, don't worry, I'll be prepared."

……

The light turned green, and the car continued driving forward, the three chatting idly along the way.

Twenty minutes later, the navigation system indicated that the destination had been reached.

Ding Heng parked the car in the underground parking garage of the office building, and the three of them took the elevator upstairs.

The elevator doors opened on the sixteenth floor, revealing four large, gilded characters: "Hengbai Media".

The young woman at the front desk saw Baima and greeted her respectfully.

"Hi boss!"

Baima waved his hand, looking quite pleased with himself!

A moment later, a woman in her early thirties walked over quickly, exuding a sharp and shrewd air.

"Boss? Didn't you say you were off today? Why are you at the company again?"

The woman's name is Wu Mei. She is the new nanny that Quzhen arranged for Baima. She is an all-around life manager, and nominally, she is Secretary Wu.

Bai Ma linked arms with Ding Heng, showing off her treasure like she was showing off: "Secretary Wu, I'm bringing my brother to visit the company. Can you introduce him to us?"

"okay!"

Qu Zhen had already told Wu Mei about it.

Baima has an older brother who is not related to her by blood. His surname is Ding. Baima is very attached to him, and Quzhen herself has to be very polite to Ding Heng.

"Mr. Ding."

Wu Mei nodded slightly: "This way, please. I'll show you around."

Ding Heng nodded and followed Wu Mei's footsteps.

The office area isn't particularly large, but the layout is very organized. Currently, the open-plan workstations can accommodate about twenty people.

The dozen or so employees probably knew the boss was coming, so regardless of how busy they were, they had to pretend they were busy!

"This is the content team, mainly responsible for topic selection and script writing."

Wu Mei introduced in a calm tone: "Currently, we mainly focus on three areas: food exploration, travel vlogs, and popularizing Tibetan culture. In addition, we have recently signed other bloggers, and they are currently in the incubation period."

Ding Heng glanced at the schedule posted on his workstation, which was densely marked with shooting dates and topic names.

Looking at the data screen on the wall, you can see the real-time fan growth and play count trends for each account.

The number of followers on Baima's account is currently 92,000, with a daily increase of approximately 300 to 500.

For a new account that's only been around for three months, this is actually pretty good. With some nurturing, it'll be only a matter of time before the data picks up.

Wu Mei walked around a partition wall and pointed to the small room on her left.

"This is the editing room, equipped with three workstations, which is sufficient for now. Next door is the equipment room, which mainly contains two Sony A7M4 cameras, three drones, a sound recording system, as well as a few lights and stabilizers."

Ding Heng peeked out.

The items were arranged neatly, and most of the essentials were there.

Looking at the editing room's setup, the computers are top-of-the-line, the monitors are professional-grade, and the colors have been adjusted.

However, the more Ding Heng looked at it, the more confused he became.

This level of treatment, supposedly for an account that's just starting out and has an average of less than 100,000 views, who would believe that?

The optical equipment and office renovation alone will cost at least a million.

Add to that the personnel costs of the content team, editing team, and operations team, and the minimum fixed expenses per month will be at least tens of thousands.

It's like a tractor with an aircraft engine installed!

"Hehe, what do you think, brother!"

Bai Ma stood with her hands on her hips, head held high, proudly awaiting praise.

"It's great!"

Ding Heng couldn't bear to discourage the little girl, so he forced a smile.

No wonder it's often said that the most wasteful way for the children of the wealthy to squander their money is by starting their own businesses; it's certainly true...

Baima chuckled and turned to Wu Mei, waving her hand: "Alright, Secretary Wu, you go ahead and get busy. I'll take my brother to visit my office."

"Okay, I'll go prepare the meeting materials for tomorrow. You and Mr. Ding can call me anytime if you need anything."

As soon as Wu Mei left, Wen Shu immediately spoke up, knowing what was going on.

"I'm going to the restroom."

Without the light bulb, Baima couldn't wait to pull Ding Heng up.

"Brother, come here! Let me show you my office!"

She raised her hand and pushed open a large solid wood carved door. Ding Heng stared at it and clicked his tongue in amazement!