"Damn! This song hits way too close to home—it totally takes me back to my younger days when I was tightening screws at the factory. Oh yeah, and I was there with my girlfriend too."
"Whoever wrote that first comment is a demon!!! How the hell did you get a girl to work in a factory tightening screws with you?! Ugh... After downing three whole plates of peanuts, I still don’t know where I went wrong in life."
"I’m staring at my Mercedes key in deep contemplation... What kind of cruel joke is this?!"
"Ugh... This song is way too good. I don’t have a girlfriend now, but hey, at least I’ve got my first love!!!"
"?????? If you don’t even have a girlfriend, where’d the ‘first love’ come from?"
"Bro, do you know what unrequited love is?"
"Oh, got it. Another one’s lost his mind. Quick, call his family to haul him away!!!"
"Bunch of idiots, damn it! Instead of asking for the song name, y’all are rambling about nonsense. Streamer, hurry up and drop the title! Playing a song without naming it means your son ain’t yours!!!!"
"Pfft... The good-looking ones have already Shazam’d it, while the ugly ones are still asking."
"What’s the song called??? Spill it or your son’s the Hulk!!!"
"'Yangcheng Love Story'—just dropped by the singer Massage Gang."
"Damn, that’s a weird name. Why not just call it 'Massage' or 'Full Service'?"
"Who knows? Already listened, already saved, already followed the artist."
The livestream chat was buzzing like crazy.
And so, word spread from ten to a hundred, from a hundred to a thousand.
The 1,000-yuan promotional boost quickly blew up.
The algorithm on every platform works pretty much the same.
Buy some traffic, and it gets pushed into the pool.
For example, if out of 100 people, over 50 listen to the song, it gets pushed to a pool of 1,000.
In short, it gets recommended to 1,000 people listening to music at the same time.
And so on.
The higher you climb, the tougher the requirements get.
Very few songs make it to the top.
Talent speaks for itself.
If you’re not good, this strategy will bankrupt you.
Even if you’ve got some skill and the song’s decent,
you’ll still get drowned out fast.
At the end of the day, it’s about who’s got more money.
You spend 1,000, someone else drops 10,000 or even a million—what then?
Unless the song itself is an absolute banger.
And this 'Yangcheng Love Story' was exactly that.
As mentioned earlier, this novel’s world has three times the population of reality.
Naturally, the planet itself is much bigger too.
No matter the world, wealth distribution always forms a pyramid.
The bottom layer will always be the vast majority.
Take bees and ants, for example.
Not every bee can be the queen.
Not every ant can be the matriarch.
Most are just hardworking, busy little worker drones.
This song, whether in lyrics or melody,
wasn’t exactly high art.
But damn, it was easy to understand!!!
It resonated instantly, effortlessly.
And that was enough!!!!
Rumor had it that with a production cost of under 80 yuan, the singer made 100 million after the song blew up on short-video platforms.
For most ordinary folks, that’s like hitting the jackpot overnight!!!
A hundred million!!
Something most people could only dream of.
Midnight.
17th floor, Tomson Riviera.
Fresh out of the bath, Lin An'an patted her volcanic mud mask gently against her cheeks.
"Xu Mo’s volcanic mud skincare is amazing—my skin’s never been better."
Lin An'an was in a great mood.
Back in her room, she carried her laptop to the bed.
She skimmed through the news first.
Nothing interesting. Played around for a bit.
Right before bed,
she suddenly remembered.
The bet with Xu Mo.
"Fine, one last look. That way, I can sleep soundly all night."
Lin An'an knew she’d already crushed Xu Mo.
But she had to check anyway—just to ensure peak sleep quality.
Maximum efficiency!!!!
Becoming a modern high-quality woman!!!!
Click—
Lin An'an opened the webpage.
Her eyes locked onto the data.
And then she froze.
(￣△￣；)
Her face went blank, like a comic character turned monochrome and petrified.
She mashed the Escape key.
"Lin An'an, this isn’t real. You saw wrong. You opened it the wrong way!"
She yelled at herself.
After steadying her nerves,
she reopened the page.
Click—
This time, she blinked hard, staring and staring.
No matter how she looked,
the account ID wasn’t wrong.
It was definitely the 'Massage' account.
Not her main one.
And just like that,
Lin An'an completely lost her cool.
Her mask slipped right off her face.
She was too stunned to speak.
How... how is this even possible?!
Oh my god!!!
What was she even looking at?!
The numbers had changed!!!
Changed in the most insane way!!!
The backend now showed over 10 million cumulative plays!!!
The likes and bookmarks have surpassed a million.
Not only that—the comments have broken through a hundred thousand!
And with every refresh, the numbers skyrocket even higher than before.
It’s safe to say she’s gone viral overnight!!
Bzzzzzzzz—
Right then.
Her phone rang.
Snapping Lin An'an out of her stunned daze.
She glanced at the screen, her trembling hands barely steady.
It was her assistant calling.
Ten-plus missed calls.
Clearly, someone was desperate to reach her.
The moment she answered,
before Lin An'an could even speak,
her assistant’s voice exploded through the line—
“An…An’jie!!!!!!!! The song’s blown up, it’s HUGE!!!! Who’s the singer? Who wrote the lyrics? Did you sign them?!?!”
This assistant had been with Lin An'an since her debut,
which was why she could ask so directly.
Of course,
it was also about company profits.
A breakout hit like this?
Could easily rake in several small targets—tens of millions.
A few billion wasn’t pocket change for them.
Later, they could just have the singer make a few TV appearances, join some variety shows,
and that’d be another hefty paycheck.
No matter how you sliced it, they’d win big.
As for how the assistant knew so fast?
She’d created the account herself.
The stage name—Massage, of all things—was something Lin An'an had told her to pick.
If someone in the group chat hadn’t suddenly alerted her that the song was trending,
and if the artist name hadn’t been that absurdly ridiculous,
she wouldn’t have connected the dots so quickly.
No wonder she was practically screaming through the phone!!!!!!!!!!
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u Chenyuan transmigrated into a female-oriented novel about a real and fake heiress, becoming the CEO elder brother of both. Unfortunately, the entire Lu family—including himself, the CEO—were mere cannon fodder in the story. Determined to save himself, Lu Chenyuan took action. The spoiled, attention-seeking fake heiress? Thrown into the harsh realities of the working class to learn humility. The love-struck real heiress? Pushed toward academic excellence, so lofty goals would blind her to trivial romances. As for the betrayed, vengeful arranged marriage wife… the plot hadn’t even begun yet. There was still time—if he couldn’t handle her, he could at least avoid her. "CEO Lu, are you avoiding me?" Mo Qingli fixed her gaze on Lu Chenyuan. For the first time, the shrewd and calculating Lu Chenyuan felt a flicker of unease.
u serious?" Chen Feng watched helplessly as his painstakingly trained disciple, fresh off a championship victory, publicly abandoned him. "You had your chance, but you didn’t appreciate it. Now, face the consequences of your choice!" Chen Feng possessed the "Master System," a treasure trove of supreme martial arts techniques, capable of molding ordinary individuals into peerless prodigies. "Legs like yours? A shame not to train in the Crippling Kick." "Ever heard of a palm strike that descends from the heavens?" "Auntie! I see extraordinary bone structure in you—a martial arts prodigy, one in ten thousand." The once-defiant senior disciple, now watching her juniors rise to fame one after another, dominating the internet, was consumed by endless regret.
