Xin Xin Media's monthly revenue barely reached 200 million, almost tying with Star Point Media.

Sun Dacheng drank too much and slightly exaggerated, just saying three times more than the truth.

He managed to bait these bosses at the table into wide-eyed interest.

Each of them toyed with the idea of turning their small-time celebrities into livestreamers selling products.

This path is actually viable, but they were too reserved before, looking down on the low-status internet celebrities, hesitant to get involved.

As a result, they missed out.

Sun Dasheng actually understands this.

After all, the entertainment industry is truly a vanity fair.

Since it's a vanity fair, naturally fame is placed before profit.

According to the entertainment industry's hierarchy: Movie actors > TV actors > Pop stars >>>> Internet celebrities.

Indeed, internet celebrities are at the bottom of the hierarchy, looked down upon by everyone.

So indeed, not many celebrities have tasted the benefits of short video livestream selling.

Because they care about their reputation.

Why did they later jump in?

Even those second-rate, first-rate stars started selling?

Of course, it's because the profits were too great, beyond what they imagined.

The top livestream sellers actually have a stronger money-making ability than first-rate stars.

How could they not be envious?

If a nobody can sell so many goods and earn so much money,

then wouldn't my tens of millions of fans work?

Turns out, they really couldn't.

Let's not even mention their inflated, faked number of fans; just in terms of professionalism, they were much worse than those grassroots streamers.

Not lowering themselves, nobody wants to pay for them.

Nobody pays, naturally, they can only leave disheartened.

In the end, they can only guest on those top streamers' shows to earn a little appearance fee.

Stars have awakened.

This is not a meal they can eat.

Yet these bosses don't seem to have realized.

Slightly provoked by Sun Dacheng, their eyes glimmered green with greed, as if a fortune was beckoning them.

"Of course..."

Sun Dacheng's words were cut off by Sun Dasheng pulling him back.

He needed to put the brakes on this guy; if it went on like this, he'd really be afraid that some of the bosses here would listen, invest, and then blame them for losses.

"That's not how it is. My brother here, when he drinks, loves to brag, you know how it is with us men, right?" Sun Dasheng glanced at the crowd and said casually.

"Understand, understand! Haha..."

Who knows whether they truly understood or not.

But since he reminded them, he had fulfilled his duty to inform.

If anything happened later, they couldn't blame him.

Otherwise, he did know a bit about handling things.

"I see everyone has had enough drinks, let's call it a night."

Sun Dasheng called the waiter for the bill.

Who knew the waiter would say, "Sir, a lady over there has already paid your bill."

Upon hearing this, Sun Dasheng frowned. For ordinary people, hearing someone else pay would naturally be pleasant.

But for people like them, who are wealthy and with status, they don't think this way.

The first thought is: Who is this?

Trying to buy my favor with just a meal?

Ha...

Before he could say anything, a woman slowly walked over, extended her hand, and said, "It's time to go back, right?"

The words were too ambiguous: like a wife talking to a husband.

Sun Dasheng gave the newcomer an odd look.

Then he noticed bursts of strange laughter around him, clearly, these veteran entertainment folks all recognized this famous beauty of the showbiz.

"President Sun, since you have a beautiful companion, we'll take our leave."

"President Sun, let's keep in touch. Just one meal with you, and I've learned a lot."

"President Sun, take it easy."

....

Everyone at the table left, each leaving a presumably sincere parting word.

The last to leave was Sun Dacheng; he winked and waved, "I won't disturb my brother's and sister-in-law's good time, I'll leave first."

Once everyone was gone.

Sun Dasheng rubbed his face, which was stiff from smiling, "Why aren't you resting at the hotel this late, what are you doing here?"

It turned out to be Guli Nazha, whom he hadn't seen for days.

Tonight she wore a black long dress, a European-style hat, and even a mask for disguise.

The mask was taken off when she entered earlier.

So everyone recognized her at a glance.

"I heard someone was having fun here, so I came to check." Guli Nazha stepped closer, their faces almost touching.

They could feel each other's breath.

"What did you see?"

Guli Nazha shrugged, "I admit I was overthinking, never thought you'd actually have a decent gathering without all those messy things."

"What do you mean by messy things?" Sun Dasheng asked.

"Of course, those female stars accompanying for drinks." Guli Nazha replied bluntly.

"Have you ever done those messy things?" Sun Dasheng pinched her chin and asked.

Guli Nazha's eyes dimmed briefly, she nodded bluntly, "I did when I was younger, not anymore in recent years."

"But I've never gone out with a guest, just drank with them." Guli Nazha added.

"I swear!" She thought his silence meant disbelief.

Sun Dasheng grabbed her hand, lowering it from her head, and said plainly, "No need for that. I'm not a man obsessed with purity."

"I just asked offhandedly, no other meaning, don't overthink."

Guli Nazha's romantic side flared up.

The man in front of her had already scored a perfect hundred in her heart.

Now, a hundred wasn't enough for her affection; she wanted to give him a 120.

She embraced him tightly and started kissing him.

Completely ignoring the gazes of others.

"Wait!" Her lips were stopped by his long fingers.

"What's wrong?" Guli Nazha's expression changed slightly.

"Is this the right place?

Do you want to be on tomorrow's news headlines?"

"Oh! Then carry me back." Guli Nazha clung to him, refusing to come down.

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