Wei Zijin kept murmuring, "I was tricked... by my own brain?" Her voice was so low it was almost inaudible, as though she were asking herself.
Resigning, switching jobs, ten million... Those words had fought battle after battle in her head, keeping her awake all night. Countless times, she had pictured how glorious life would be after she resigned, even imagining how she would leave the TV Station in triumph.
But Huang Xueli's next few remarks dispelled her excitement.
"Why do you have to leave?" Huang Xueli delivered the most important point. He ate some food, took a sip of liquor, and waited for the two of them to digest it without saying more.
Wang Xiaoliang turned Huang Xueli's phrase "tricked by your own brain" over in his mind. It reminded him of the words in the Book of Fate: Do not bring sorrow upon yourself; all shackles hinder fortune. Though external restraints may be beyond your control, build no more prisons within your heart.
Only then did he realize that he, too, had been led astray by Wei Zijin's thinking. He had focused solely on that tempting ten million elsewhere, forgetting that Zijin now had two million followers. She had long since gained a very different degree of leverage.
"Brother, I get it! You mean, with two million followers in our hands, why go to all that trouble?"
Huang Xueli snapped his fingers, his smile revealing his delight that Wang Xiaoliang understood him. "You've got most of it! The key is that we're proper presenters, celebrities first, and only then internet influencers. I don't mean to belittle influencers, but think about it: what celebrity would give up their celebrity status?
"And another thing, is Xiao Mo's ten million really a sure thing?"
"With two million followers, monetizing them is