Chapter 4: Breakthrough, Let Me Test the Goods First
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During one live stream, I was modeling clothes and had messed up my hair. He walked over calmly to help me fix it.
We are live! I quickly pushed him away, but my face uncontrollably turned red.
Youchen was handsome and talented. He had filmed videos to promote his store. Although he was not an internet celebrity, he had attracted quite a few female fans. That stream had over thirty thousand viewers, most of whom were probably there for him.
Sure enough, the comments were all asking:
Brother, are you in a relationship?
Is Daju your girlfriend?
This is personal privacy, not convenient to answer. Let us do a fan mission. After it is completed, I will tell you.
After that, he began guiding fans to promote the live stream. After completing the mission, he picked up a cup and took a sip of water with a smile.
I wanted to stop him, but it was too late.
The fans in the live stream immediately exploded:
He just drank from Daju's cup!
Are they not really a couple? They are even drinking from the same cup.
Are all the good-looking single guys taken now?
We are not a couple. He is my boss. I am just an employee. I explained.
Really? Really?
Youchen smiled ambiguously: Right, we are not a couple.
That night, because of the relationship topic, the live stream was livelier than usual. Youchen seized the opportunity and adjusted his sales strategy, releasing a new peach-blossom-attracting silk scarf. That scarf had only been designed as a sample and was originally planned for release next month. We only had a few samples on hand, but Youchen made a decisive decision and immediately released the pre-order link.
Because the scarf was indeed quite practical. It could be used as a tie, hair tie, bracelet, or belt. And the atmosphere was well-controlled, plus the price was affordable, that ten-dollar scarf sold three thousand units that night.
This sales volume completely stunned me.
After the live stream ended, I protested to him: I only agreed to live stream. I did not agree to cooperate with you in hyping up a relationship. Hyping is a separate price.
Then what is the price for hyping a relationship? he asked with a smile.
Increase the commission to 10 percent.
That is too little. He shook his head, dissatisfied.
He thought I was asking for too little? Was this guy burning money?
I am asking for 10 percent. I emphasized.
How about I give myself to you instead? Say yes, and I am yours, and the company is yours too. He tempted me.
He was like a hunter, setting bait and luring me step by step into the trap he had laid. If I did not fight back, he would really treat me like fish on a chopping board, to be cut as he pleased.
I grabbed his collar. He reflexively leaned forward, and I kissed him.
Up close, his eyes were even more beautiful. Deep like a black hole, drawing people in with no escape. He was stunned at first, then a smile gradually emerged in his eyes. His hand held my waist, wanting to continue the kiss, but I stepped back before he could:
I need to test the goods first.
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