She was still a bit inexperienced, so she subconsciously took out her phone, filmed a video, and posted it to her WeChat Moments: "Attending the Ganjiang University Department of Dance 40th Anniversary Gala. What a great seat!"

Just as she’d hoped, her post immediately got likes and envious comments.

This was what she wanted to see.

Why else would she have posted it?

A moment later, in her WeChat group with Nana and Sister Lan, Sister Lan, the gossip, tagged her: "Xiaoju, Chen Jincheng took you, didn’t he? Have you locked him down yet?"

Xiaoju pouted when she saw the message.

’Lock him down? Yeah, right.’

’I’m not even allowed to think of him as my dead husband.’

"Yeah, Xiaoju, have you locked him down yet?" Nana also chimed in.

This was clearly the only thing they cared about right now.

Xiaoju typed back irritably, "Sister Lan, Nana, let me make this clear one last time: I’m not that kind of person, and I don’t want to get involved with a scumbag like him. You’ve known me for so long and you still don’t get me? I’m heartbroken."

"Xiaoju, you’re right to think that way." Chen Jincheng’s teasing laughter suddenly rang out. "You can’t get involved with a scumbag like me. You should stay true to your principles!"

"Huh???" Xiaoju froze. She turned to see Chen Jincheng tilting his head, a smirk on his face as he looked at her phone screen. She reacted like a cat whose tail had just been stepped on. "You’re unbelievable! You were spying on my WeChat conversation."

Chen Jincheng chuckled. "I just happened to turn my head. I didn’t expect to discover your true feelings. Do keep it up!"

Xiaoju immediately pouted her alluring lips again.

’How is that what I really think?’

However, seeing his smug expression after getting the upper hand, she snapped, "Good that you know. Our agreement is only for a few days!"

"Understood. Don’t worry!" Chen Jincheng said with a smile, placating her.

"..." Xiaoju was speechless.

She suddenly felt like crying.

’I said a few days, and you’re actually taking it literally?’

’You scumbag, can’t you even read between the lines?’

Just then, a figure in pale red approached Chen Jincheng. It was none other than the campus belle who had performed the Divination Dance.

"Mu Xi, you look very beautiful tonight," Chen Jincheng complimented his junior with a smile.

Hearing the compliment from this Brother Chen, an unmistakable hint of joy appeared on Li Muxi’s pretty face. She then summoned her courage and asked, "Brother Chen, is your company still hiring? Do you think I could join Second-Life Star?"

This was her goal.

Thanks to the Divination Dance, she had gained nearly a million followers and could now be considered a minor influencer.

She had tried live-streaming the previous night and attracted a good number of viewers. The gifts she received from donations were worth almost half a month’s allowance from her family.

Moreover, she loved the feeling of being showered with praise and adoration by her audience, especially when she saw her roommates’ envious expressions.

She had originally expected this Brother Chen to approach her with an offer to sign, but after waiting and waiting with no word from him, she had to take the initiative and come to him herself.

After asking her question, she was still a bit nervous, afraid he would reject her. 𝗳𝚛𝗲𝕖𝚠𝚎𝚋𝗻𝗼𝕧𝗲𝐥.𝚌𝚘𝐦

Chen Jincheng smiled. "Joining Second-Life Star is no problem. I’ll forward your WeChat to company management. You can just get in touch with her then."

He had no romantic interest in his junior.

Even though she was considered very beautiful by ordinary standards, with a decent figure, he was already jaded. Beauty and body alone no longer held much attraction for him.

Still, she had at least gained a decent number of followers from the Divination Dance, so signing her to Second-Life Star to help fill out the roster was acceptable.

Of course, a junior like her couldn’t be an in-office streamer in Coastal City; she could only be managed remotely. A million followers was enough to be assigned an assistant for filming, and she would also receive a share of the MCN’s monthly promotional slots.

This was one of the standard models for MCNs to manage their signed talent.

It was just like Wuyou Media from his previous world. Out of their 100,000 signed streamers, very few actually worked at the company headquarters. Most were scattered across the country and assigned to ordinary content planners. These planners would mass-produce video concepts, and any talent that blew up would be singled out for a major promotional push.

Those who couldn’t get popular after a few rounds of content planning, whose metrics failed to grow, would naturally be dropped by the company. Many would realize they couldn’t make it in this line of work and would quit to get a normal job.

Of course, for every person who left, another would be there to take their place.

It was a constant, unending stream, just like an assembly line.

Especially before he transmigrated, it wasn’t just girls from nightclubs and foot massage parlors flooding Tiao Yin’s live-streams. The number of people wanting to become influencers was terrifyingly high. Those women who posted provocative, thirsty videos on Tiao Yin basically all harbored such ambitions.

Of course, most of them would stubbornly insist they had no such intentions.

But the truth is, a normal woman wouldn’t film suggestive videos on Tiao Yin for strangers to watch.

It was easy for MCN recruiters to sweet-talk these types of women, convincing them to dive headfirst into the industry and become raw material for the assembly line.

"Thank you, Brother Chen." Li Muxi’s pretty face immediately lit up with joy upon getting his answer.

Right in front of his junior, Chen Jincheng forwarded her WeChat contact to Sister Hong. At the same time, he offered some encouragement, "Keep it up. Put on a good show tonight."

"I will, Brother Chen." Li Muxi nodded and then left, looking pleased.

Soon, two students acting as hosts took the stage. After they spouted a bunch of nonsense, the performances officially began.

Chen Jincheng and Xiaoju began to watch the show attentively. Whenever there was an exciting part, Xiaoju would take out her phone to record a video.

But neither of them noticed a member of the cleaning staff nearby, whose gaze was locked intently on Chen Jincheng.

As time passed, the Department of Dance’s numbers were performed one after another, until at last, it was time for the grand finale: the Divination Dance.