The next day, Wang Yi didn't go anywhere. He had Mitchell find a planner to help organize a livestream.
In fact, if Wang Yi really livestreamed to sell products, he wouldn't need a planner at all.
All he had to do was show up, and he'd shoot straight to the top of the sales rankings.
And he'd be miles ahead of whoever came in second.
What Wang Yi wanted was for him and Wang Yaoxue to work out a presale system and quality-control measures together.
After all, this matter concerned Wang Yi's reputation. He couldn't just put it on the line carelessly.
Two days later, all the preliminary preparations were complete.
To promote the livestream, Wang Yi posted on his own account:
"July 15, Little George's livestream. Don't miss it."
That one short sentence racked up over a million likes in just an hour.
The number of shares also topped 300,000.
And it kept climbing at a crazy pace.
The fans' enthusiasm was instantly ignited:
"Finally! We get to see Brother Yi again!"
"It's been more than ten days since Brother Yi last appeared in public. I've missed him so much!"
"Why isn't Brother Yi livestreaming from his own account?"
"Easy. He's livestreaming on Wang Yaoxue's account, so he must be selling apples."
"Man, Brother Yi's really fallen. He's started selling stuff on livestreams now. (Dog-head emoji to save my life.)"
Seeing this, the other fans joined in with jokes:
"An international superstar has fallen so far that he's selling stuff on livestreams. How tragic. (Dog-head emoji to save my life.)"
"I always heard that livestream selling was the ultimate fate of internet celebrities. I didn't expect it to be the ultimate fate of basketball, too. (Dog-head emoji to save my life.)"
"Harden sells wine, Brother Yi sells apples. So