Chapter 68
The whole process was very quick. By the time Guan Nan reacted and looked up again, the figure had disappeared from her sight.
After a while.
The aroma of the food transformed the quiet house into a home once again.
After finishing their meal, as Jiang Li closed his laptop and was about to leave, he once again spread his hand out in front of her.
Guan Nan understood what he meant, "One thousand four hundred and fifty, count it."
Jiang Li stared at the stack of cash in his hand. "The extra twenty?"
"Tip." Guan Nan regretted saying it as soon as she finished speaking and immediately corrected herself, "Interest."
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After taking the money, Jiang Li looked up at her and said lazily, "Then I'll thank you, boss. Welcome to visit again next time."
After hearing this, Guan Nan silently replied to him, "There won't be a next time."
A glass of wine costs 1,680.
It hurts just thinking about it.
Just as she thought Jiang Li was about to leave again, he blocked the doorway, looking down at her, and spoke from above her, "And..."
besides?
Looking at the outstretched hand in front of her once again, Guan Nan had the illusion that she was being extorted.
Jiang Li noticed something was off about her expression. "Are you dissatisfied with my performance?"
“No, no,” Guan Nan sighed softly, took out her phone, and asked cautiously and somewhat helplessly, “How much is it this time? I’ll scan your phone. I really don’t have any cash.”
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The two were not on the same wavelength; they were not on the same level.
It was only then that Jiang Li, as intelligent as he was, understood what she meant. He raised an eyebrow and reminded her, "Number plate."
"What?" Guan Nan asked, puzzled.
"Queue up and take a number," Jiang Li said slowly. "I've already done this much. For the sake of our friendship, could you give me a chance to cut in line and go through the back door?"
That one sentence suddenly brought Guan Nan back to the afternoon, making her think about those things again.
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This progress seems a little too fast.
After Jiang Li left, Guan Nan was left alone sitting on the sofa, her face buried in her knees, her ears red as if they were about to bleed.
What number plate, what cutting in line, what using the back door.
Guan Nan blushed more and more as she thought about it.
I simply got up and went to the bathroom for a quick shower.
Just before today, the two of them acted like complete strangers, so how did things suddenly change like this? Not only did he come to her house, but he also cooked and rummaged through her refrigerator.
Yes, the refrigerator!
Guan Nan hadn't even dried her hair before grabbing a towel and walking towards the refrigerator. She opened it and took a look.
The Sprite was piled high with strawberry milk that was crammed in.
A sticky note was prominently displayed, with neat handwriting and a slightly slanted tail, bearing the date July 6, 2023 in the lower right corner.
The number 6 has been crossed out, presumably because the date wasn't remembered and it was changed.
Guan Nan tore off the sticky note, on which was written...
Drinking less Sprite is good for your physical and mental health.
Seeing this, she couldn't help but smile. The words looked so much like a "Smoking is harmful to physical and mental health" slogan. After tearing it off and reading it, she paused as she passed the trash can, intending to throw it away, but instead flattened it and tucked it into a decorated diary.
Days passed by, and although they lived in the same Hecangyuan, they rarely bumped into each other.
That slight awkwardness and discomfort completely disappeared during the days when we didn't see each other.
Guan Nan continued her daily routine, clocking in at the company every day, spending two fixed hours searching for and assessing trending topics, and finally preparing a plan to accompany the artist out for a photoshoot.
The team consists of only two people, and all the planning, creation, filming, and post-production work falls on her alone.
Fortunately, there's no need for live streaming for the time being, so there's no need to do anything about attracting traffic or controlling the flow of the game, making things relatively easy overall.
Following Guan Nan's directions, Lulu's account gradually gained traffic, but as soon as she loosened her control, the video content became top-heavy.
Guan Nan patiently explained to Lulu that she didn't need to worry about the account's content being too monotonous, nor did she need to overly pursue the number of updates per week. The key was quality, not quantity; she shouldn't try to cram everything out at once. She explained that content should be released gradually, like a piece of candy or a carrot, one bite at a time. If she released everything at once, users would leave and wouldn't stay.
The size of the market and the amount of traffic determine the range of choices users have.
Not every user can be retained, but as long as your video content is of high quality, it doesn't matter if you only update once a week or once every two weeks. Your audience will wait and can afford to wait.
While there's nothing new under the sun, as long as you make it fresh enough, unique enough, and easy to learn, people will stick with you. These users have a certain level of stickiness.
The prerequisite for a sticky and attractive product is its own strength to support it, which is also the confidence that allows everyone to persevere in this industry to the end.
Only in this way will people go from choosing you and trusting you to relying on you.
Fire is not something that can be sustained; you need to be patient and let everyone gradually adapt to your rhythm.
Get people to get used to clicking on your homepage to urge you to update.
Ability and patience are both indispensable.
But Lulu seemed unwilling to listen to these words, because a video went viral too easily, and the difficulties in the early stages were successfully blinded by success. She tried to find reasons for the past by saying that she had chosen the wrong path.
In Lulu's view, success is replicable when it comes to the same track and the same content.
As the ancients often said, "Good advice is hard to persuade a damned ghost."
Guan Nan deeply felt this.
After hearing Lulu's words, Guan Nan just smiled and didn't say anything more.
If success were replicable, everyone in the world could easily achieve it. Why would anyone bother to struggle, struggle to get into university, or start a business from scratch?
It's simply about standing at a crucial juncture, walking the same path as those with similar experiences, and sharing a sense of shared understanding and encouragement with fellow travelers, hoping to inspire those rushing down this path.
This success was simply due to taking advantage of favorable circumstances and resonating with like-minded people.
But she failed to grasp the true meaning the video was trying to convey, or perhaps success came too easily for her to ponder. Guan Nan didn't care to know the real reason; she needed to find new ways to make a living and didn't have time to waste.
When they parted ways, Lulu called out to Guan Nan, who wished her success: "I wish you success."
After arriving home, Guan Nan sat at her desk, staring at the hard work she had put in for several days and nights on the computer screen. She thought back to what Lulu had said the day she found out her video account had been flooded: "A favorable wind can lift me to the clouds."
Suddenly realizing where her discomfort from that day came from, Guan Nan pressed the backspace key expressionlessly and deleted the entire document.
Since we're not on the same path, there's no need to waste any more time.
The market is large and user demand is high. In her mind, users are the only constant, as they are both traffic and the god of wealth.
In early August, Guan Nan brought in new talent, and Lulu joined the new director.
After Lulu and the new director left, the way Guan Nan's colleagues looked at her changed, filled with pity and sighs.
“If you ask me, you shouldn’t have given her the account in the first place,” Xie Qiao, the operator who initially stopped her, said. “Everyone knows that you were the one who built the account up. You put in so much effort and ended up with such an ungrateful person.”
Guan Nan: "It was mainly because she did a good job; I just played a supporting role."
Zhang Min, the editor across from him, had been here for several years and had seen all kinds of people. Upon hearing this, she shook her head and said, "You're still young and don't know how dangerous society can be, kid."
Upon hearing this, Guan Nan smiled but did not reply.
They were still chatting, and Guan Nan didn't join in, only occasionally getting a general idea of everyone's personalities from their conversations. She had already clocked out and moved tools, so she hadn't had a chance to stay in the office for long.
As they were chatting, Xie Qiao, who was at the next workstation, suddenly asked her, "Guan Nan, you're not from here, are you?"
“Ah,” Guan Nan paused for a moment, then nodded and said, “Yes, that’s me.”
"Yes, it is you." Xie Qiao looked somewhat disappointed.
Guan Nan was completely baffled.
All I heard was Zhang Min on the other end of the line chuckle, clicking the mouse rapidly, saying, "Ignore her. She's the only one from out of town here, and she'll ask everyone she meets a question."
Guan Nan casually replied, "Are you here for tourism?"
Because Fuling has developed into a tourist city in recent years, attracting many visitors, she naturally assumed that Wang Anrong stayed because she liked Fuling's culture and lifestyle.
The same reason they stayed in Green Camphor City.
"I guess so," Xie Qiao said after a two-second silence, resting her chin on her hand and letting out a deep sigh. "I mainly came here to pursue my crush, but unfortunately I didn't get to see him."
Zhang Min teased her, "This male god, I've been waiting for him for a year, but there's not a single one. If she hadn't said she was chasing after a star, I would have thought she came to chase after her boyfriend. She's come all this way, I don't know what she's going to do to suffer in Fuling."
"That's not right. Coming to Fuling is not suffering. Fuling has beautiful mountains, clear waters, and beautiful women..."
Everyone in the office is talented, and once they start witty and sarcastic, they just can't stop.
Guan Nan couldn't help but laugh several times in this environment.
Xie Qiao, with a droopy face, fiddled with her phone while ordering takeout, saying dejectedly, "I wonder when my idol will have a performance. It's been a year, seven months, and nineteen days since he last performed on stage."
"By the way, you've been in Fuling all this time, you should know my idol, right?" Xie Qiao said, clinging to a sliver of hope, "If only he could go on stage again—"
Guan Nan honestly said, "I haven't been here all this time. I only came back at the beginning of last month."
"Where were you before?" Xie Qiao asked curiously.
"I went to Green Camphor after I finished my college entrance exam."
"Have you been there the whole time?"
"Um."
"Then why did you come back this time? That place is a coastal city, it should be developing quite well."
Guan Nan hesitated for two seconds, then smiled very formally: "I miss home."
“Okay,” Xie Qiao said, then remembered something, exited the food delivery app and entered another app, scanning through his past order history, muttering to himself, “I was wondering why Green Camphor sounded so familiar, is Green Camphor the place my brother goes to often?”
Guan Nan didn't hear what she said clearly, nor did she have time to ask for details, because the newly signed blogger came to find her.
This blogger already has a following and is familiar with industry rules, so she doesn't need to teach her at all.
Guan Nan asked, puzzled, "What's wrong?"
"Sis, this is the persona I made for myself," the blogger handed her a stack of still-warm A4 papers wrapped in a yellow bag. "But I've recently encountered some bottlenecks, which is why I signed with a company..."
As he said this, he scratched his head, keeping a close eye on Guan Nan's expression.
Guan Nan looked down and flipped through his proposal, finding that he had a very clear self-positioning, knowing exactly what the main branches were and how to derive other content, thus preparing for future overt and covert advertising.
"As you know, the beauty industry is a fast way to make money, but it's also a fast way to crash and burn. I'm one of those people..."
Closing the document, Guan Nan looked at the young man and slightly raised her chin: "Which one?"
"I knew you were here, so I ran all the way from Green Camphor Tree to sign in here."
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