Starting from a Bar to Sign Internet Celebrities-Chapter 151 - 140: There’s Always a Scene By His Side
Besides, women don’t really pay attention to comedians, especially ones who aren’t particularly handsome.
So, based on the trend, it would be a good outcome if this video gained Elephant about 150,000 new fans.
That rate wasn’t even as good as the boost Ximeng got from her brief appearance at the end. In a short period, Ximeng gained over 280,000 fans. While some of that was from the effect of her "Eight Cutesy Acts" video, this silly video also brought her a lot of new followers.
The secretary outfit with the stockings was certainly eye-catching, especially the sight of her long legs in motion.
She had already deleted her old videos or set them to private on her account. Compared to her viral "Eight Cutesy Acts" video, the old ones just seemed tacky.
Clicking on her "Eight Cutesy Acts" video, one could see a lot of comments:
"Haha, came here from the meme video!"
"Here from the video with Chen Jincheng’s buddy!"
"I just saw the meme video and came over too."
"..."
Sister Hong remarked, "Boss, in this video you made for your buddy, Ximeng ended up being the biggest winner from just a brief appearance."
Hearing this, a happy little smile spread across Ximeng’s pretty face. It was all an unexpected, pleasant surprise.
She looked at a message from her best friend: "Liu Ximeng, I’m so jealous! You’re so lucky. You even managed to get so much exposure from a silly meme video."
Liu Ximeng smiled as she read her friend’s message.
It was just as her friend had said before: you have to seize any chance to get famous. If it had been another girl in her place, then that girl would be the one getting all the attention.
’I have to seize the opportunity.’
The girl quietly gave herself a pep talk.
Chen Jincheng just smiled and said, "It’s true that the ’silly meme’ route makes it hard to attract fans, but the ones he does get will be much more loyal and more likely to become hardcore followers. Once he makes it big, even if his total follower count is low, he won’t be short on viewers during his livestreams. Besides, he’s getting his name out there, which is better than being a nobody."
"Mm!" Sister Hong nodded. She understood the logic.
Besides, an artist with a goofy persona could often play the role of comic relief.
By 9:30 PM, the dinner at the hotel was mostly over. It was time for the next part of the evening.
Yijin called out, "Brother Cheng, we’re about done here. Should we head to your bar now?"
"Yeah, let’s head out," Chen Jincheng nodded. For the so-called nightlife, the second half was the real main event. Changing venues was standard practice; the hotel dinner was just the appetizer.
"Boss, I’m going to skip the bar. It’s time I went home to my husband. If I go out to a bar again, he’ll get jealous." Sister Hong said with a smile, bidding them farewell before leaving the hotel.
Lao Chen, Xiaoliao, and Xiaohai all said they were going.
At least there, they could get some girls from the bar to drink with them.
’Then again, the girls probably wouldn’t even charge them.’ The three were all managers at Second-Life Star, and plenty of girls at the bar were dying for a chance to get into the company and would be eager to make a good impression.
After leaving the hotel, Chen Jincheng led the girl into the parking garage, heading for his car.
When they arrived in front of the Lamborghini Aventador, Ximeng’s eyes were filled with anticipation.
"What are you staring at? Get in. You took all those drinks for me tonight, wasn’t it for a ride in this?" Chen Jincheng said with a smile as he took out his key fob and unlocked the car.
As the car’s lights flashed, Ximeng happily ran to the passenger side of the Lamborghini, opened the door, and got in.
At that moment, she was incredibly excited. ’I’m finally sitting in it!’
After Chen Jincheng got in, she asked expectantly, "Boss, can I take pictures?"
"Go ahead." Chen Jincheng could understand a girl’s vanity.
After all, a car worth millions of dollars was an extremely rare sight. Never mind a "green tea" type; even a girl who projected an image of pure innocence would want to snap a few pictures for her social media feed.
Even if the car had nothing to do with them, it was as if simply sitting in it made them different.
Once she got his approval, Ximeng immediately whipped out her phone, opened the camera, and started snapping away. First, a selfie. Then, shots of the car’s interior. The center console and the logo on the steering wheel were must-haves, so everyone would know what kind of car it was.
Finally, she secretly aimed her phone at her boss, Chen Jincheng, framing his side profile.
’So handsome!’
Chen Jincheng noticed the girl’s subtle movements but didn’t say anything. He just flashed a peace sign at her camera.
The girl didn’t hesitate for a second. ’The boss is cooperating! Quick, snap the picture!’
After taking the pictures, she immediately started editing them on her phone. She was already pretty, but she had to edit the photos to look even more beautiful. She had to touch up the boss’s picture, too.
For the entire drive, while Chen Jincheng drove, she was busy editing the photos. Once she was satisfied, she posted the pictures of the luxury car, her selfie, and the photo of her boss to her social media feed, adding the caption: "Cool car, and an even cooler guy!"
The moment she posted it, her feed blew up with likes.
The first was from her best friend, who commented bluntly: "Envy + Jealousy!"
No attempt to hide it.
After that came the car models in the industry whom she had added as friends:
"Holy shit, Chen Jincheng!"
"Ximeng, you really hooked up with Chen Jincheng?"
"Begging for the Ancestral Master’s contact info!"
"..."
Before, girls would have avoided the "Ancestral Master"—the internet’s number one scumbag—like the plague.
Back then, if Chen Jincheng tried to do a joint livestream with a female influencer, she would proactively disconnect. But now, after he went head-to-head with Li Yueling and released the song "Can’t Help Falling in Love," things were starting to change.
At least the girls were now seeing a manlier side to this Ancestral Master.
After all, never mind standing up to a celebrity; most guys out there weren’t even willing to spend a little extra money on you, let alone write you a song.
What’s more, this Ancestral Master knew how to make people famous. If he decided to promote you, you could become a widely admired influencer.
"Scumbag" versus "talented scumbag." It might only seem like one extra word, but it made a world of difference.
Perhaps to an ordinary girl, this kind of scumbag was still someone to avoid at all costs. But in the eyes of female influencers and girls navigating the world of fame and fortune, the Ancestral Master Chen Jincheng was starting to become a heartthrob worth pursuing.
Sometimes, the world was just that fickle.
Ximeng didn’t reply to any of the comments, instead stealing a glance at Chen Jincheng.
Her boss had one hand on the Lamborghini’s steering wheel and the other resting on the car’s open window frame.
She suddenly found the sight of a man driving one-handed incredibly attractive. His charm was overwhelming, simply irresistible.
"Boss, is the AC broken in here? It feels so hot," Ximeng said suddenly. As she spoke, she made a show of undoing the top two buttons of her white blouse, revealing a sliver of her snowy-white cleavage and a hint of red lace.
Chen Jincheng immediately teased her, "You haven’t seen the clips from my previous streams, have you? Another girl already pulled this exact move. It’s a bit cliché for you to try it now."
"She was just being thirsty. I’m actually hot," Ximeng said in a delicate, flirtatious voice. "If you don’t believe me, Boss, feel my face."
Seeing that Chen Jincheng was now driving with both hands, she took one of his hands and placed it on her own cheek.
"Are you actually running a fever?" Chen Jincheng was taken aback. The girl’s face was indeed very hot, which clearly wasn’t normal.
"I’m not running a fever," Ximeng purred. "I just get all hot and bothered when I’m alone with you, Boss." As she spoke, she tugged at her collar again, opening it a little wider.
In reality, her face always got flushed and hot when she drank, making it feel like she had a fever, but there was nothing wrong.
How could Chen Jincheng not guess the real reason? He glanced at the sliver of her pale chest she was revealing and gave her a solemn warning, "Ximeng, some men are like passing clouds. You want to hold on, but you can never grasp them. A man like that won’t dote on you, won’t ask what you need, and certainly won’t comfort you when you cry. He might even sleep with you and then pretend he doesn’t know you the next day. So, sometimes, it’s best to stay away from men like that."
The meaning behind his words was perfectly clear.
But the girl just asked in her sweet, coquettish voice, "Boss, if I can’t hold on forever, can I hold on just for a little while?"
Hearing this, Chen Jincheng chuckled. "I suppose that’s possible."
"Boss, when I’m holding on for a little while, can I ride in the Lamborghini?" the girl asked again in her sweet voice.
"That’s also possible," Chen Jincheng laughed.
’This green tea’s motives really are simple.’
As if some sort of transaction had been completed through their simple exchange, Chen Jincheng’s hand slowly reached toward the passenger seat. "Nice stockings," he said.
The girl took the hint. She gave her boss a flirtatious look and obediently moved one of her long, stocking-clad legs to rest in the palm of his hand.
Chen Jincheng smiled, and his hands began their wicked work.
’The material of these stockings is pretty good.’
’So smooth.’
