"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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ver to a world of cultivation and returned invincible. Modern medicine is child's play compared to elixirs; technological might crumbles before true cultivation. My name is Qin Ning, Earth's sole cultivator!
agon king storylines. At the start, I obtained the "Ultimate Lackey System" - the more I act as a lackey, the stronger I become. What else could I do? I chose to become the personal henchman of the ultimate villain, Su Muwan. I provoke all sorts of chosen ones, snatch away their opportunities, and commit every evil deed imaginable. You ask who's behind me? Hmph! You're not worthy of knowing my lady's name! ...... ....... I am Su Muwan, the eldest daughter of the Su family. Since childhood, I've possessed extraordinary talent in martial arts, which led to my arrogant and domineering personality in my past life. I was even foolish enough to repeatedly challenge those favored by heaven, ultimately resulting in a tragic death. In this life, I must behave and absolutely cannot walk the same path again!! However... SLAP!! "So you're the Dragon King, huh?!" When I saw my little lackey swagger over and viciously slap the Dragon King who was hiding his identity, I felt my heart sink. Su Muwan's suspended heart finally died as she watched Qin Luo, her utterly loyal lackey, standing before her. She fainted on the spot from shock. Heaven is determined to destroy me!! (Pure love 1v1, light-hearted, no angst, single female lead, villain, reincarnation, lackey)
pression Bureau] Transported to a fantasy world overrun by demons and monsters, Gu Qingfeng becomes a jailer in the Demon Suppression Prison of the Great Yan Dynasty's Demon Suppression Bureau. From this point on, bizarre cases frequently occur in the Demon Suppression Prison, once known as hell on earth and infamous for its gloomy, terrifying atmosphere! Why do the demons and monsters in the prison wail miserably every night? Why has the corpse demon, capable of transforming into various beauties, donned black stockings and switched careers to become a foot massage therapist? Why has the eye demon, expert in soul-snatching and illusions, turned into a VR headset? Why is the fox spirit performing otaku dances? Are all these occurrences a twisted expression of demonic nature, or a descent into moral depravity? After peeling away layer upon layer of mystery, all clues ultimately point to a jailer named Gu Qingfeng. Gu Qingfeng: "Hehehe... My dear demons and monsters, whose card shall we flip today?"
transmigrates into the world as the sect master of the Heavenly Yan Sect, which is on the verge of being wiped out. He binds a system that grants him cultivation power based on the number of disciples he has: for each disciple, he automatically gains a year's worth of cultivation every single day! Take one disciple: every day he gains 1 year of cultivation power. While others struggle through a year of bitter training, he gets the same just by sleeping through a single night. Take ten disciples: every day he gains 10 years of cultivation power. Foundation Establishment, Core Formation, Nascent Soul—he breezes through all bottlenecks without lifting a finger. Take one hundred disciples: every day he gains 100 years of cultivation power. Even a Soul Transformation Venerable before him can’t survive a single blow. Take ten thousand disciples: every day he gains 10,000 years of cultivation power! With a wave of his hand, he topples empires. With a single step, he crushes the sacred grounds of the universe. ... While others fight tooth and nail for secret techniques, Lin Yan casually hands out Nascent Soul-level cultivation manuals as beginner textbooks. While others strain to find talented recruits, Lin Yan opens his doors to anyone—so long as they’re human. In just three short years, the Heavenly Yan Sect went from a backwater sect made up of three crumbling huts to a sacred land that every cultivator under heaven would kill to enter. ... One day, otherworldly demon gods invade, with a million demon soldiers pressing down upon the realm. Lin Yan, yawning, rises from his lounge chair and glances at the system panel: [Current Disciples: 1.28 million] [Daily Cultivation Increase: 1.28 million years] He waves his hand casually, and the countless demon soldiers are reduced to ashes in an instant. “So noisy… interrupting my fishing.”
