When Yang Hao saw the content of the mission, he was actually uninterested. A man on his way to becoming a rich man, playing with short videos? But the moment he saw the rewards for the mission, his mind promptly changed.
Even millionaires are human, with a desire to share. Occasionally sharing bits of his life couldn’t be that bad.
Yang Hao naturally had a Kuaiyin account, but it was for running Yang’s Hotpot Restaurant, with a following of over two thousand fans.
However, the system intended for him to register a new Kuaiyin account, so he directly canceled his old one and created a new one named “Mr. Yang Losing Weight.”
Since he had been dieting recently, Yang Hao had searched for keywords like weight loss recipes and methods on Kuaiyin, so he often came across videos by weight loss bloggers, and some of them had quite a following. Therefore, he decided to start by sharing his own weight loss journey just to test the waters.
No sooner said than done, Yang Hao had taken some photos while training with Sun Xinyi over the past few days. He had intended to document his weight loss, but now they were put to good use. He selected a few photos that didn’t show his face and posted his first piece with the caption, “Third day with the coach on my weight loss journey.”
He then filled in all sorts of hashtags like #weightloss, #slimming, #fitness. Rumor had it that this was supposed to help increase visibility.
As expected, the piece made hardly a splash upon posting.
Yang Hao pondered for a moment, then invested three hundred yuan in advertising. He had done this before when he was managing the Yang’s Hotpot Restaurant account, and it had had some effect.
Sure enough, half an hour after he injected the promotional funds, his work began to accumulate traffic.
Soon he had garnered over a dozen likes and several comments.
“Big brother, are you really there for weight loss? I’m too embarrassed to point it out.”
“Shoot more of the fitness coach. Love to see.”
“If the next post doesn’t feature the fitness coach, I’m unfollowing.”
“Which Bolli Fitness Center is that? I want to go work out there too.”
“With a coach like that, how could you not lose weight?”
Seeing the comments section, Yang Hao was somewhat speechless.
Damn, I’m supposed to be the weight loss blogger here, but all I’ve attracted are lecherous spectators!
Yang Hao’s piece featured five photos in total. Among them was one that captured Sun Xinyi’s silhouette doing aerobics. Her slender waist and lithe figure slightly revealed, skin so fair and smooth, with sweat droplets that looked crystal clear. The yoga pants she wore showcased a perky backside and outlined long, straight legs…
Just seeing that figure without the face was enough to stir wild thoughts!
However, the few comments made Yang Hao realize the secret to garnering traffic, and he suddenly understood those borderline broadcasters.
A little tease here and there, it really did attract traffic.
But posting photos of Sun Xinyi in a video inevitably meant he had to inform the person in question. So, he sent his piece to Sun Xinyi and shared his idea of documenting his weight loss journey on Kuaiyin.
Sun Xinyi was unfazed by her appearance in Yang Hao’s video; after all, she frequently featured on the Bolli Fitness Center’s Kuaiyin account.
She also had her own Kuaiyin account named “Fitness Girl Xinyi,” with over five thousand fans.
For a fitness coach like her, successfully running a Kuaiyin account could be hugely beneficial, and she could even switch careers to become an internet celebrity.
But the path of a female fitness coach was fiercely competitive. Many borderline female broadcasters took this route, and Sun Xinyi’s videos were mostly standard fare.
Those broadcasters would go all out with their seductiveness and, combined with the powerful beautifying filters, a woman of average, real-life looks could transform into a beauty of over nine points, leaving the video-scouring spectators utterly mesmerized.
Even though Sun Xinyi was exceptionally qualified, she had no edge online because those broadcasters had assets like papayas and legs for days. In the world of technology, a little spud could turn into a stunning leggy beauty.
By the time Xixi’s class ended, Yang Hao’s post had a total of 22 likes, and he himself gained 14 new fans.
According to the system’s reward rules, 14 fans were worth 28 yuan, 22 likes were worth 22 yuan, adding up to 50 yuan. He was currently at a 250 yuan loss!
Yang Hao felt like the numbers were mocking him. This mission released by the system was supposed to be a money-making opportunity, yet he ended up losing money.
Luckily, it was only temporary. The promotional effect lasted 24 hours, so he should gain some more data afterwards.
“Daddy, I’m hungry,”
said Xixi as she stepped out of her tutoring class, looking at the snack cart by the road.
“Those things are not healthy. Daddy will go home and make you something delicious,”
The snack cart by the road sold deep-fried skewers and teppanyaki squid. Yang Hao, who had been in the catering business for over a decade, knew all the tricks. The oil used by these street vendors for frying skewers was often gutter oil, while the squid they used for teppanyaki was mostly soaked in lye.
Of course, there were some conscientious vendors who used good oil and fresh squid, but that would significantly increase the cost, and Yang Hao didn’t dare gamble on their conscience.
Actually, it didn’t really matter if adults ate these things occasionally, but Yang Hao dare not let Xixi try these feats of “science and endurance.”
“But the squid smells so delicious…”
Hearing the sizzling sounds coming from the teppanyaki grill, Xixi, the little foodie, couldn’t help but swallow her saliva.
“How about this, Daddy will go home and make you teppanyaki squid!”
Yang Hao carried Xixi in his arms, quickly passing by the snack cart, and then stuffed her into the back seat of the Geely U8.
Afterwards, he went to a nearby market, bought two squids, and skillfully prepared and marinated them back home, then cooked them in a frying pan.
“Wow, it smells so good!”
“Daddy, you’re amazing!”
Yang Hao placed the cooked squid on the dining table, and Xixi immediately cheered with shining eyes. Then, she eagerly stuffed a big piece of squid into her mouth.
“Eat slowly, no one is going to snatch it from you,”
said Yang Hao, affectionately patting his little princess’s head.
“Mmm-hmm,”
Xixi nodded her head like a pecking chicken, chewing with puffed cheeks that made her look like a little hamster storing up food.
Aunt-like smiles appeared on Yang Hao’s face; perhaps only fathers with daughters knew this feeling.
Nine o’clock at night.
Holiday International.
After putting her daughter to bed, Wang Xueru walked into the bathroom to take a shower, but as she showered, she remembered everything that had happened here at noon.
That Yang was tall and powerful, casually lasting over twenty minutes, while Shen Mingshan had told her that men of his age could only last at most five minutes, but in reality, he lasted only two or three.
She wondered which woman would have to endure those two or three minutes tonight…
Shen Mingshan said he wouldn’t be home tonight because he had social obligations, which naturally meant he was sleeping with another woman.
Thinking of this, she couldn’t help but recall the tall figure again, savoring the delightful moments from noon.
She squinted her eyes gently, letting the water flow over her body, her face full of pleasure…
However, reminiscing alone ultimately felt like scratching an itch through a boot, and a bold idea suddenly emerged in her mind.
Shen Mingshan was not at home, so, could she perhaps invite Yang over?
Once this thought took root in her mind, she could not shake it off.
After showering, she tossed and turned in bed unable to fall asleep. Eventually, as if possessed, she picked up her phone and sent Yang Hao a message via WeChat: It seems the range hood at home is broken again.
