Hearing Fujimiya Sumika's rather impressive assessment, Takaoka Keigo, standing beside her, nodded as well. "Today, Mr. Yoru Machi alone accounted for nearly sixty percent of the inquiries asking about the cosplayer's information in the short film."
"There was even an online character popularity poll centered around the short film. Mr. Yoru Machi was far ahead in first place."
"By the way, Uncle came in dead last in the poll. His ranking was even lower than Nini's father, who only said a few lines, and he was left far behind even by little Nini..."
Faced with his nephew's blunt takedown, Uncle remained perfectly calm.
Compared to what he had experienced in the other world, this was nothing more than a minor ripple. If anything, Uncle was surprised that he had received any votes at all.
"Uncle, do you have any more memory fragments like today's? Preferably ones Mr. Yoru Machi was involved in."
"Just today alone, our income exceeded one million yen. At this rate, we might really be able to start a company in a few days!"
After working until midnight, Takaoka Keigo did a simple calculation of the video subscriptions and donations they had received that day. He found that in just one day, their earnings had reached an astonishing one million yen.
At this rate, becoming billionaires would definitely not be too difficult.
Having gotten a taste of the benefits, Takaoka Keigo also understood that most of the viewers who subscribed had come for Yoru Machi—the handsome "male lead" who was not only good at showing off... but also incredibly strong.
So long as they could seize this wave of traffic, making money hand over fist would be far from a fantasy.
"I think Uncle should find more ordinary memory fragments to show from now on."
"This video