"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.
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close your eyes and open them again, only to find yourself transmigrated into the role of a villainous male supporting character. Readers familiar with urban wish-fulfillment novels know that it is only through the relentless antics of the villainous male supporting character that the plot between the male and female leads can progress. As the villainous male supporting character, Long Aotian not only has to bully the female lead, harass the second female lead, and flirt with the third female lead, but he also has to go all out to antagonize the male lead. In the end, when his body is discovered, he is still clutching half a moldy fried dough stick in his hand. Fully aware of the plot, Long Aotian is determined to change his fate, starting with the female lead! In the beginning, the female lead lacks confidence: "Big brother, I hope I didn't scare you?" In the middle, the female lead treads carefully: "Brother Long, please don't hit me, okay?" Later on, the female lead becomes coquettishly clingy: "Aotian, it's time to pay the 'public grain' tonight." Long Aotian's legs go weak, and he feels like crying: "I taught you to be thick-skinned, not shameless!"
ey change clothes. Li Chuan contributed all his possessions, only to find that things were not as they seemed. Almost a year after joining, he hadn’t managed to get a single Daoist consort. Thinking he had been deceived, he was approached by a stunning senior fellow disciple who asked if he would like to form a spiritual bond. For those who don’t practice cultivation, they might not know what “forming a spiritual bond” is. Let me put it this way: A long-term relationship is called a “Daoist consort,” while a short-term relationship is known as “forming a spiritual bond.” From then on, Li Chuan discovered the true way to interact with the Yin-Yang Sect’s Daoist consorts. As long as he had enough spirit stones, he could form a spiritual bond with anyone, Whether it’s Senior Sisters, aunts, Daoist consorts of aunts, female elders, Daoist consorts of elders, or even the Daoist consort of the sect leader, anyone can form a spiritual bond as long as there are enough spirit stones.” I've already joined the Yin-Yang Sect, and you're telling me to focus on cultivation? Do you even know what the Yin-Yang Sect is all about?
