Chapter 155 Praising Traffic
The gloomy expression on Xue Mingyue's face dissipated considerably.
As the only outsider present who had little connection with An Jin, he was actually the one who saw things most clearly at this moment.
"This is feasible."
Xue Mingyue agreed, "No matter what, we still need to find out the whole story. I support An'an."
That's the truth, but Pei Ning still felt a pang of sadness.
"An'an, isn't there any other way?"
An Jin glanced at him and said irritably, "What? I'm not going to do a live stream or deal with this, am I going to come home with you and be your nanny?"
Pei Ning thought about it for a moment, then said with a smug tone, "Okay, An'an, my family is actually quite wealthy..."
An Jin reached out and grabbed his biceps, giving him a pinching motion that made Pei Ning scream.
Pei Ning clutched the aching muscles in her arm and slowly collapsed onto the sofa, unable to utter a single word.
With a smile in her eyes, Yan Qing slowly wrapped her right hand around An Jin's left hand under the table.
"An'an, I support you."
An Jin patted the back of his hand reassuringly: "Mmm."
"Then it's decided. Chen Su has already sent me the address. Yan Qing, please help me book my flight and hotel for tomorrow. I'll pack up and leave tomorrow morning."
Upon hearing this, Pei Ning, who had been silent until now, immediately spoke up, "An'an, I'll go too."
An Jin turned to look at Yan Qing: "Add Pei Ning as well."
Seeing this, Zhang Yuanyuan chuckled and said, "An'an, I want to go too."
An Jin looked at her and said, "It will be very tiring. Didn't you want to go skiing tomorrow?"
Zhang Yuanyuan said softly, "You can ski anytime. Now that you've run into trouble, it would be so inhuman of me not to accompany you and instead go skiing by myself."
An Jin then said to Yan Qing, "Let's add Yuan Yuan too."
Xue Mingyue, who was ostracized: "?"
"I'm going too! And Xue Mingyue too."
Yan Qing looked up at An Jin.
An Jin: ...
"What are you going to do?"
Xue Mingyue said matter-of-factly, "I'll go and help you come up with ideas. Look at the people you brought with you: one is a yes-man, one is love-struck, and the other is an idiot. If you don't bring me along, you won't even have anyone to talk to if something happens."
An Jin thought about it and realized that was indeed the case. When they discussed things before, Xue Mingyue was the one who came up with the most ideas.
"Then let's add Xue Mingyue as well."
Upon hearing this, Zhang Yuanyuan said, "Who are you calling an idiot?"
Pei Ning glanced at Zhang Yuanyuan with disdain, then, recalling their time together, affirmed Xue Mingyue's words, "Indeed."
Zhang Yuanyuan: "Are you sure you're not a horse?!"
Xue Mingyue: "That's good. You become like the company you keep. Your swearing skills are starting to resemble An An's."
An exasperated Zhang Yuanyuan cried out, "An'an~ Look at him!"
An Jin, who was peeling shrimp for Yan Qing, looked up and said, "Xue Mingyue, you deserve a beating, don't you?"
Xue Mingyue shrugged: "I'm telling the truth."
Yan Qing, who had booked the plane tickets, looked up and said, "Everything's ready."
Pei Ning glanced at him and deliberately said, "You've worked hard, but I'm still quite curious, do you earn five thousand a month as An An's assistant?"
Faced with Pei Ning's provocation, Yan Qing smiled slightly: "It's alright, I can make two or three thousand a month."
An Jin would occasionally transfer a few hundred yuan to Yan Qing if she wanted something to eat, so that Yan Qing could buy ingredients and cook it. Over time, she could still earn two or three thousand yuan a month.
Pei Ning couldn't hold back any longer: "You actually took An'an's money?"
Damn it, he eats An An's food, lives in An An's house, and even takes An An's money. He's just a gigolo who lives off a woman.
Yan Qing retorted, "As an assistant, isn't it normal for me to do things for money?"
Pei Ning: ...
I don't even want to call you out; you're nothing but a worthless assistant.
Pei Ning fell silent.
An Jin put the peeled shrimp and crab meat into Yan Qing's bowl, saying without any regard for others, "Eat quickly, order more after you finish, the dishes on the table are getting cold."
Unable to look directly at the chaotic scene, Zhang Yuanyuan, who was engrossed in showing off her food, looked up and said, "An'an, this is delicious."
An Jin: "Really? I'll try it."
"Mmm! It tastes good."
An Jin picked up a piece of crab meat and looked at Pei Ning, who was sulking, and said, "Try it, this is really delicious."
Pei Ning excitedly took the bowl, tasted it, and said, "Delicious."
Xue Mingyue: "How delicious is it? Let me try it."
The third day of the broadcast suspension.
An Jin boarded the plane with her family.
She treated the hiatus as a break, unaware that her die-hard fans had already been driven to the brink of collapse by the three consecutive days of suspension.
Group administrators and moderators couldn't control the crazy fans and could only watch helplessly as they went on a rampage.
The comment sections of those marketing accounts have become completely chaotic.
The fighting power of active fans is always stronger than that of casual observers and paid trolls.
Unlike casual comments from passersby or paid commenters, when fans get involved in arguments, they have only one purpose.
That's awesome.
You're the one who made it impossible for me to stream, preventing me from enjoying the live stream to my heart's content.
Then I'm going to curse until I'm satisfied.
The number of red dots on the backstage accounts of bystanders and some streamer fans who took advantage of the situation began to increase sharply.
Most of An Jin's fans play games, and those who are into gaming know what I mean.
She was streaming a MOBA game, the infamous game where if your hand speed isn't fast enough, you can't save your parents.
The paid marketing accounts gleefully looked at the chaotic comment section, while the unpaid marketing accounts curiously looked at the data.
"They're hurling insults at each other so fiercely, yet their stats are still so good."
A marketing account administrator, lounging in a beanbag chair, stroked his chin and remarked, "This is the next big thing."
A sudden inspiration struck her, and she began collecting An Jin's data.
Time is of the essence. Once it was confirmed that there was no definitive dirt on An Jin online, marketing accounts quickly began editing materials.
Two o'clock in the afternoon.
An Jin's plane landed in another city.
She got into the pre-booked ride-hailing car empty-handed, sat in the back seat, and sent a message to Chen Su.
Brother, I've gotten off the plane.
A minute later, Chen Su replied to her: I'll come pick you up.
An Jin quickly typed: No need, bro. I came with my assistant. You still have work to do, so I won't bother you any longer. I'll go to the hotel first. See you tonight! [Mwah emoji]
What's the name of the hotel? I'll have the driver pick you up tonight.
An Jin then asked Yan Qing, "What's the name of the hotel we booked?"
Yan Qing sent a link to An Jin, who then sent the link to Chen Su.
Okay, get some rest.
An Jin replied perfunctorily: "Mhm."
She turned off her phone, slumped in the back seat, and said lazily, "I'm going out for dinner tonight. Yuanyuan, come with me."
Zhang Yuanyuan agreed without objection, saying, "Okay, okay."
Yan Qing, however, was a little worried: "Why don't I go with you?"
An Jin shook her head: "No, if I bring a man, Chen Su will definitely be angry. Just let Yuan Yuan accompany me."
After saying that, An Jin yawned sleepily and closed her eyes.
Meanwhile, the marketing account, which had been busy all morning, finally finished editing the video.
"With such a big fuss, marketing accounts that only criticize won't do. I'm going to capitalize on the praise-driven traffic."
She clicked upload, humming a song as she got up and started making herself a belated lunch.
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