The Luck Buff Continues to Take Effect…

"Everyone in the livestream, stay tuned! At 10 o'clock, we’ll be giving away 20 prizes: this brand-new women's wallet I’m holding."

"Top-grain leather from a major brand, with a sleek, clean design and top-notch craftsmanship. Now, let’s move on to the next item, and remember, the raffle is coming up."

"This piece here is a beige Vivienne undershirt, with wool content. Originally priced at 500 yuan with tags, perfect as a gift. Fits anyone from 100 to 115 pounds. Today’s launch price? Just 89 yuan!"

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Inside the livestream room, main host Gao Mengting and deputy host He Liting kept up their cheerful energy, keeping the audience engaged. Off-camera, Tang Song sat on a stool, closely monitoring the dashboard on his computer.

Livestream data:

- Total sales: ¥47,034

- Units sold: 481

- Average viewers: 1,328

- New followers: 876

Since they were primarily selling discontinued inventory, many items were unique pieces and competitively priced, causing them to sell out quickly. The comments were filled with messages like, “Can’t get it!” and “Restock, please!”

“President Tang,” said Zhao Zhiming, who was in charge of broadcast control, with excitement in his eyes. “The data is beyond expectations, and the average watch time is much higher than we anticipated, meaning we’re pulling in our exact target demographic. If we can retain these viewers, we’ll have a solid base.”

Liu Renjie, busy editing livestream clips and running ads, looked up excitedly. “Not only is the livestream doing well, but the video data is excellent too. Our biggest issue now is that we don’t have enough stock.”

Tang Song nodded. With momentum like this, the debut stream was officially a hit.

Li Xiaoyu, the product selector, jogged over and whispered, “President Tang, we’ve already brought out all the inventory from storage. Manager Gao labeled everything earlier, so we’re ready to go.”

“Great. Let’s be ready to wrap up soon.”

Since Songmei Fashion’s online store was still new, Douyin had limited them to selling a maximum of 1,000 items per day. Once their rating and sales hit the required benchmarks, they’d be able to break out of the new-store restrictions. That’s why, for this launch, they were using discontinued items: they were high-quality, from well-known brands, and had excellent value—perfect for building an audience.

Next, Tang Song planned to visit Jinxiu Commerce. As their technical consultant and part-time CTO, he could leverage his position to source inventory directly at a discounted rate. Given that Songmei Fashion was still in its early stages, even if he knew where to get the cheapest items, they wouldn’t get the best price by going to suppliers directly. But through Jinxiu Commerce, they could access the items quickly and save a significant amount of time.

Thinking about this, Tang Song happily opened his phone to check his Douyin data. It had been a week since he posted his last fingerstyle video, and views had started to taper off. However, with the Luck Buff, it had gained a second wind. Tʜe source of this ᴄontent ɪs novelfire(.)net

Current views: 4 million+

Likes: 130,000+

Comments: 20,000+

Follower count: 34,489

It looked like it was time to post another video, preferably later today. He already had an idea in mind.

This time, he wouldn’t use a guitar; fingerstyle guitar attracted a limited audience. It was time to bring in some new followers. His inspiration came from a trending video he’d seen online: a hand moving across a collar, changing into different suits with each gesture. Conveniently, he had a closet full of high-quality suits that would be perfect for the video.

However, his hand looked a bit plain on its own. A ring would make a nice decorative touch.

Afterward, he checked his Little Red Book profile: 7,156 followers. Then he opened his system interface and viewed the Popular Me title details.

Cash reward: ¥1,391,400 (total: ¥3,850,000)

Although the growth wasn’t as impressive as Douyin, it was steadily improving.

With a few clicks, he withdrew his earnings.

“Ding—”

Balance: ¥2,055,400.

His balance had just passed 2 million yuan—a cause for celebration!

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Outside Oasis Garden Community

A black Audi A6L sat quietly by the curb. Wang Liyu sat in the car, eyes fixed on the garage exit, waiting for Wen Ruan’s pink Lynk & Co 06 to appear.

He had just gotten a fresh, stylish haircut the night before, bought a bouquet of flowers early that morning, spritzed on some breath freshener, and even brought his little pet kitten along.

Wen Ruan loved cats, but her mother was allergic to cat fur, so she’d never owned one. A while back, he had specifically bought this purebred Chinchilla from a pet store for nearly 10,000 yuan. Its personality was gentle, its fur soft, and its appearance sweet and cute—the perfect way to bring them closer.

Recently, he’d also been learning about fitness and cycling. With flowers, a kitten, and shared interests, he was confident she’d warm up to him.

Everything was set. Now all he had to do was wait for her to leave, and they’d drive to the creative park together. Once they arrived, he’d casually hand her the kitten to look after, mentioning that it didn’t have a name yet and asking her to choose one.

Then he’d give her the flowers, and they’d chat, laugh, and play with the cat—a beautiful picture!

He had joined Light and Shadow Media after the New Year, so he hadn’t spent much time with Wen Ruan and hadn’t interacted much outside of work. He figured her current aloofness was simply due to a lack of familiarity. This team-building outing was a great opportunity to change that.

Lost in his thoughts, time slipped by.

“Meow, meow, meow—” A small, soft meowing came from the cat carrier on the passenger seat as the kitten woke up.

Wang Liyu snapped out of his thoughts and glanced at his watch. 10:11 a.m.

Why hadn’t she come out yet? They were supposed to arrive at the park by 10:30. Wen Ruan had clearly said in the group chat at 9 a.m. that she’d be driving over.

Oasis Garden’s garage exit was right here. Something didn’t add up.

After hesitating for a while, Wang Liyu pulled out his phone and called Wen Ruan.

“Ring, ring—”

The phone rang for a long time, but there was no answer.

What was going on?

Starting to feel anxious, he quickly called Wen Ruan’s closest colleague, Zhang Xintong.

“Hello, Xintong.”

“Oh, nothing, just wanted to check if Wen Ruan has made it to the creative park yet.”

“She’s not there yet? Do you know if she’s left yet?”

“You don’t know either? Okay, thanks. If she shows up, let me know.”

“Alright, bye.”

After ending the call, Wang Liyu glanced at the meowing kitten beside him, feeling increasingly irritable. Now he was stuck, unsure if she hadn’t left yet or was already on her way.

A little more waiting…

“Ring, ring, ring—” His phone rang. It was Zhang Xintong.

He answered quickly, “Hello, Xintong.”

On the other end, she was laughing. “Director Wang, Wen Ruan just arrived, and she biked here on her road bike. Remember this tip-off, and you owe me lunch.”

Wang Liyu’s smile twitched, and he replied dryly, “Okay, thank you, Xintong.”

Hanging up, he rubbed his face, feeling a headache coming on. His well-thought-out plan had just gone up in smoke.

Oh well, he’d have to find an opportunity once he got to the creative park—he did have some plans for there, after all.

As he started the car with a loud rumble, he turned the steering wheel to the left and made a U-turn.

“Screech—” A sharp braking sound rang out.

“Thud!” The car shook, and the driver’s side mirror snapped off. A white car had stopped just in front of him.

“Damn it! Today I must be cursed for eight lifetimes!”

Usually calm and polite, Wang Liyu couldn’t help but curse out loud.

What the f*ck was up with today?

He was just momentarily distracted, and immediately ran into a speeding idiot!

“Beep, beep, beep—” He slammed on the horn, shouting, “Damn it, driving that fast—are you in a hurry to die?!”

Just as he finished, three burly men jumped out of the white car, covered in tattoos and wearing thick gold chains, cursing as they approached.

Cold sweat broke out on Wang Liyu’s forehead as he quickly locked his car doors and dialed the traffic police for help.