Rekindling the Youthful Era

Chapter 795 Daddy's So Bad

Inside the Douyin headquarters in Jingzhao City, Zhang Nan watched the live stream on the big screen and the various data indicators displayed next to it, while the song Li Luo had just sung was still replaying in her mind.

Only after Li Luo left the live broadcast room did Zhang Nan come to her senses. She then immediately took out her phone and called Miao Yifeng, who was far away in Yuhang City.

"Hello, Mr. Zhang?"

"It's me," Zhang Nan said calmly into the phone. "Is Teacher Chongran still there?"

"Yes, he's here," Miao Yifeng replied. "He's in the lounge. Is there anything you need him for, Mr. Zhang?"

“Go talk to him. Like ‘Misplaced Time and Space,’ buy the copyrights for the cover version and related distribution of that song,” Zhang Nan said.

"Hmm?" Miao Yifeng raised an eyebrow, then frowned. "Does President Zhang think this song is good? But it seems that this song was left by Teacher Chongran for his new drama."

“Since he released it ahead of time, he naturally won’t mind spreading it. Consider it a warm-up for his new drama,” Zhang Nan said calmly. “Just like ‘Misplaced Time,’ the copyright fee is 600,000 yuan, with a maximum of one million yuan. Same as always, you can negotiate it yourself.”

"Okay, no problem," Miao Yifeng agreed. "Does President Zhang have any other instructions?"

"After we finalize the deal, we can ask about the other songs," Zhang Nan reminded them. "If possible, we can get the audio files to listen to."

"OK, I understand." After hanging up the phone, Miao Yifeng immediately went to the door of the next-door lounge and knocked on it.

After receiving permission, he pushed open the door and entered, greeting Li Luo, who was resting on the sofa, "Teacher Chongran."

"Mr. Miao, is there something you need?" Li Luo asked, puzzled, as Miao Yifeng approached.

After all, Yuan Wanqing is still live streaming right now, and Miao Yifeng should be keeping an eye on the situation in the live stream, so how could he have time to come over?

Miao Yifeng didn't play games with him and asked directly, "Do you know the name of the song that Teacher Chongran sang just now?"

"Living with all your might"

"Hmm." Miao Yifeng nodded. "Six hundred thousand in copyright fees, the same as 'Misplaced Time and Space.' What do you think, Teacher Chongran?"

“This is a song I’m going to use in my TV series,” Li Luo said with a chuckle. “How did President Miao come up with the idea of ​​buying this song?”

"Teacher Chongran is incredibly talented. I think all the songs you've composed are excellent," Miao Yifeng praised. "We've gotten to know each other better through practice. I'm very optimistic about the reach of this song, 'Live Life to the Fullest,' on Douyin."

After listening, Li Luo did not reply, but instead turned his head to look at Ying Chanxi sitting next to him.

Ying Chanxi immediately understood and took over the conversation, saying, "President Miao, this is, after all, a song from a TV series. Singing it in a live broadcast will give it a fresh feel."

"But if it spreads widely on Douyin and becomes more widespread, it won't have the same novelty when used in the drama."

"It will still have some impact."

That's something you'd only say to fool a ghost.

In Miao Yifeng's view, Ying Chanxi's explanation was still quite immature, but now it is a seller's market, and there are very few high-quality creators like Li Luo.

Moreover, he knew that Li Luo was not short of money, and whether or not to sell was just a matter of a thought.

So Miao Yifeng didn't press the matter further, simply saying, "Eight hundred thousand, does Teacher Chongran think that's acceptable?"

"so be it."

Li Luo didn't ask Ying Chanxi to raise the price again, and nodded in agreement, "Xixi can handle the contract signing."

"Then it will be a pleasure to work together."

After seeing Miao Yifeng off, Li Luo stretched on the sofa, pulled Ying Chanxi into his arms, and kissed her.

"What are you doing?" Ying Chanxi pushed him weakly, but he hugged her tightly. Her cheeks flushed slightly as she said, "What if someone else comes in?"

"I'll definitely knock before I come in, right?" Li Luo leaned down and kissed him again. "I just made another 200,000 yuan. I'll give you a bonus then?"

"No way," Ying Chanxi refused softly. "Besides, why didn't you try to negotiate a little more? Maybe you could have gotten a higher price?"

“I’m not a businessman, you are,” Li Luo said softly. “From now on, if we talk about this kind of thing again, you should be the one to handle it. I won’t bring it up again.”

"You and Miao Yifeng can negotiate the price. Even if the negotiation breaks down temporarily, it doesn't matter. It's just business."

"I'll save face for you both. No matter how unpleasant your conversation is, I can step in at any time and give each other a way out."

"Is it really that complicated?" Ying Chanxi muttered to himself.

"Cough... I didn't say that," Li Luo whispered, reminding him. "It was your dad who said it."

He was never a leader in his past life, so how would he understand these intricacies?

It's all because Ying Zhicheng has been taking him to all sorts of dinners and parties lately, and he's gradually picked up this habit from what he's seen and heard.

“He teaches you this kind of bad stuff all day long,” Ying Chanxi complained again. “He’s so wicked.”

"You can't say that to his face," Li Luo said, suppressing a laugh, and couldn't help pinching Ying Chanxi's cheek.

“I’ll say the same thing to his face,” Ying Chanxi snorted.

The next second, the door to the lounge was pushed open.

Startled by Li Luo's embrace, Ying Chanxi quickly broke free and sat upright on the sofa.

Ying Zhicheng pushed open the door and entered, naturally seeing his daughter break free from Li Luo's arms. He twitched the corner of his mouth and pretended not to see it.

But his two fists were already clenched silently.

Li Luo turned to look at Ying Chanxi, and Ying Chanxi happened to look at him. So Li Luo winked at her, signaling her not to forget what she had just said.

Ying Chanxi rolled her eyes at him before turning to Ying Zhicheng: "Dad~ why didn't you knock before coming in?"

"This is Wanqing's lounge. Why should I knock?" Ying Zhicheng sat down on the single sofa next to her, took out his phone and glanced at the Douyin live stream. "When will they finish their live stream?"

"It should only be a few minutes," Li Luo said, checking the time. "Why is Uncle Ying here?"

"I've come to pick up your Aunt Yuan and take her home," Ying Zhicheng said. "How will you get there later?"

"Zhusheng has started driving."

"Oh." Ying Zhicheng nodded, not wanting to continue this painful topic, so he changed the subject, saying, "Today's live stream seems to have gone quite well?"

"Yes, judging from President Miao's reaction, he seems quite satisfied." Li Luo nodded with a smile.

"Li Luo was the one who came up with many of the ideas for the live stream content," Ying Chanxi chimed in, "and the results were fantastic."

"Oh?" Ying Zhicheng raised an eyebrow and followed up on his daughter's words, asking, "What is he planning?"

"What are you planning?" Ying Chanxi asked, turning his head.

Actually, she didn't really look closely at what Li Luo wrote on the document containing the live stream content. Anyway, no matter what, it was all Li Luo's credit.

"Actually, it's just a matter of modifying and adding some details," Li Luo said simply. "Although there are big differences between live streaming and online novels, the core logic is actually quite similar in terms of dealing with viewers and readers."

"Tell me about it." Ying Zhicheng took out a bag of sunflower seeds, opened it, and seemed quite interested in this kind of thing.

Although he was experienced in interpersonal relationships and could teach Li Luo many things.

However, in terms of creative work, he is indeed far less insightful than Li Luo.

"Simply put, it means breaking expectations, guiding expectations, and satisfying only a small portion of the needs."

Li Luo gave a general summary, and then continued to analyze, "Take this live broadcast for example, when Zhu Sheng and I joined in the middle of it."

"Many viewers don't actually know there will be a mystery guest tonight, or even if they do, they might not be able to guess who it is."

"This is better than telling everyone from the beginning that Yuan Wanqing's daughter and Chongran will be making appearances on her live stream tonight."

"This is what breaks expectations."

"But after Zhusheng appeared, I didn't intend to show up, and everyone assumed that the mystery guest was Zhusheng."

"At this time, Zhusheng said that I was also at the company, but I was busy with other things."

"Then the audience will naturally want me to come and make an appearance as well."

"This is what guiding expectations is all about." "The audience thinks this is what they want, but it's just what we want them to want."

"In addition, the audience asked Zhusheng to sing the theme song of the new drama, but she did not."

"After I entered, I sang another song from the new drama as compensation, but Zhu Sheng still can't sing the theme song."

"Even when the audience tried to persuade me to stay, I simply said goodbye and left. This shows that I am not completely satisfied."

"If you satisfy most of the audience's needs and expectations at once, your appeal to them will drop significantly in an instant."

So, in reality, director Wang Jun wasn't at Huayue Film and Television at all tonight.

It was all just a script written by Li Luo, designed to guide the audience's emotions and expectations to make the live stream more effective.

“You’re more professional in this area,” Ying Zhicheng nodded and said.

To be honest, even some of the most skilled industry professionals couldn't summarize it as accurately and directly as Li Luo, making it so easy for people to understand.

But only Li Luo himself knew that these things were experiences that Xu Youyu had shared with him in his previous life.

What Li Luo said are universal rules, even when applied to online novels.

Why do some sensational articles start off amazingly but quickly fall apart?
Once the sensational content is written and the readers' expectations are completely satisfied, they will have no further need for your book.

According to Xu Youyu in his previous life, writing online novels is like dating readers.

You have to be a jerk to keep your readers.

Whether it's breaking expectations, guiding anticipation, or only satisfying a small portion each time, these are all tactics used by scumbags to deal with young girls.

Honest people are looked down upon by goddesses because they are always compliant and accommodating.

This principle is universally applicable and can be useful in many situations.

……

While Li Luo and Ying Zhicheng were chatting, the live broadcast in the recording studio next door was also nearing its end.

Yuan Wanqing and Yan Zhusheng sang "As You Wish" as a duet to conclude the event, and then drew one last prize.

After doing all that, Yuan Wanqing waved towards the camera and said with a smile, "Thank you all for coming to the live stream today."

"I've never experienced online live streaming like this before, and I find it quite interesting."

"I hope Douyin can open this live streaming function soon. See you next time we live stream."

Is this all?

[Waaaaah! Don't go! Sister Qing! Why don't you go first, and let Zhusheng play a little longer?]

[So the daughter inherited her mother's livestreaming channel?]

Indeed, Sister Qing is getting older and gets tired easily, which everyone understands. Zhu Sheng is still young, so let her broadcast for a while longer.

"You guys are really..." Yuan Wanqing sighed helplessly as she saw the comments scrolling by. "I should have known better than to let Zhu Sheng in. I feel like she's going to drain all my popularity."

【Hahahahaha】

[Don't be sad, Sister Qing. Zhusheng is with them now. I only love you!]

"Trying to take advantage of my weakness, huh? Can't I have it all?"

[Don't be too greedy. I suggest Zhusheng open her own live stream room too, and broadcast both live stream rooms at the same time next time. Anyway, I have two phones, so I can watch one on each phone.]

How about this, have Zhusheng add me on WeChat?

Hey! Don't push your luck!

Yan Zhusheng leaned closer to the camera to look at the comments, then turned to Yuan Wanqing and asked, "Is the live stream closed?"

"Not yet, what's wrong?"

"Shall I say a few more words?"

"sure."

What else is there to say about Zhusheng?

[Zhusheng must be sad to see us go, right?!]

How about we broadcast it a little longer?

"Ahem." Yan Zhusheng coughed twice to clear her throat, then took out her phone and showed it to the viewers in the live stream, saying, "Look at this."

The above is Yan Zhusheng's official Douyin account, which currently has more than two million followers.

Yan Zhusheng then browsed through the rest of the page and opened Chongran's account, which currently has over 2.5 million followers.

“Li Luo has way more fans than me,” Yan Zhusheng continued. “Could you guys help me follow him? I want to surpass him.”

"If I can surpass him, I promise you that once Douyin's live streaming function is launched, I will do live streaming at least twice a month."

"Is this okay?"

Twice? That's a bit too few.

[Can you stream every day? We'll help you reach ten million followers!]

I understand, I'll unfollow and reconnect immediately!

[How about this: if I surpass Chongran, I'll stream once a week? If I surpass Qingjie, I'll stream every day?]

[You guys are exaggerating! Qingjie has over 12 million followers! Zhusheng only has a fraction of that number!]

People should have dreams!

"I have classes during the week, so I only have time on weekends." Yan Zhusheng scratched her head in a bit of a headache. "But if you guys can help me surpass Li Luo, then once a week will do, okay?"

[Sure, once a week is about right.]

[Go go go! Anyone who hasn't followed yet, quickly give my little Zhusheng baby a like!]

[I've followed them all, I'm unfollowing and re-following them right now!]

"I can't unfollow Li Luo," Yan Zhusheng said with a tense expression. "If his number of followers decreases, I won't do any more live streams."

【? ? ? 】

【Wait... why are they protecting each other?】

[You two are really something, aren't you?]

[Damn it, Reignition! What the hell did that son of a bitch do to my Zhusheng?!]

"Alright, alright, it's about time." Yuan Wanqing pulled Yan Zhusheng back to the sofa and waved at the camera. "That's all for today, see you all."

"Bye-bye." Yan Zhusheng waved in the same manner, but still reminded him, "Remember to follow me."

[This is hilarious! Could Zhu Sheng have some kind of betting agreement with Chong Ran?]

[Does someone with a low number of followers have to bark like a dog?]

That's so naive!

The chat was still flooded with comments, but the live stream had already been officially shut down.

Yuan Wanqing breathed a sigh of relief, her body finally relaxing: "It's finally over. I feel that live streaming is quite tiring; you have to keep your mind on edge the whole time."

"Really?" Yan Zhusheng tilted her head. "I don't feel very tired."

(End of this chapter)