After watching the video on her attendant's phone, Zhou Xiaotong nodded slightly. "That crow is pretty good. No wonder it's Master's bird."
Feng Jun ignored her, raised his glass and clinked it against Yuan Huapeng's, too lazy even to say, "Cheers."
Yuan Huapeng took a couple gulps of beer, then picked up his phone and made a call. "Erping? Have Monkey pick a few female entertainers. Tell them to follow the Social Diary account 'When Flowers Fall 18' and repost it..."
"Yeah, yeah, that's right. The bigger the name, the better... What? Who is he? He's my boss!"
Yuan Huapeng put down his phone, lit a cigarette, then grinned at Feng Jun. "Have them follow and repost it first. Forget whether it makes you a big influencer or not. Master, look through the people who repost it. If you fancy one, I'll set it up for you."
Ordinarily, it would not have been appropriate to say something so much like pimping in front of outsiders. But the old man had already made his stance clear, so what did he have to fear?
But Zhou Xiaotong was having none of it. She gave a cold laugh. "Big influencer? Never mind whether the account is verified. A big influencer with thirty-one followers?"
She did not know that more than half of those thirty-one followers had only been added recently—because of that video.
Yuan Huapeng glanced at her without saying anything, but his eyes were filled with blatant disdain.
As long as there was money, becoming a big influencer was no big deal. As for lacking content... what kind of problem was that? Just hire a team to make it.
Big influencers did not necessarily have money, but money could definitely make someone a big influencer.
Another silence fell. Some quietly smoked, some