"I think this one's pretty good."
Lin Tian analyzed, "Compared to having to recite lines for someone else's product halfway through our videos, this kind of soft advertisement at least won't affect our video quality."
In fact, Lin Tian had said that partly out of consideration for Gan Yan Yu.
He knew that with her stubborn pursuit of music, she definitely wouldn't want to mix too many unrelated things into their work.
Really, they had caught a good era.
Back in the days before short videos had taken off.
When self-media creators ran ads, they generally just put something at the beginning: This video is sponsored by XXX.
If promotional content appeared halfway through a video, it was easy for viewers to dislike it.
Things were different now. Advertising had long since evolved into countless creative forms.
All kinds of zero-frame openings caught people off guard. Video creators could suddenly change the subject and introduce a product when you least expected it.
That was one thing for commentary creators, but so many skit and story creators did it too.
A real-life version of The Truman Show.
But from another perspective.
It was precisely because product placement in short videos had become increasingly mature that the short-video industry was now thriving, allowing countless people to make a living as video creators.
So there was no need to be so resistant to advertising.
"What do you think?"
Lin Tian looked at Gan Yan Yu. He mainly wanted her opinion.
Gan Yan Yu poked at her little mouth with a finger, looking thoughtful.
"They send the instrument over, and then we perform using their instrument?"
"Theoretically, yes."
"Using their instrument..." Gan Yan Yu murmured.
"What's wrong? Are you only used to playing your own cello?"
Lin Tian suddenly remembered that some artists really