She had posted nearly a hundred videos and gained a few thousand followers.
Those numbers were there for all to see. Put nicely, they were an achievement. Put bluntly, she had only just gotten started.
Ma Yuanyuan bought new equipment, setting up a fixed camera aimed specifically at Li Le to capture his watermelon-cutting technique and his expressionless face. She also bought a high-spec computer for editing videos and replaced her phone. She never mentioned a penny of these expenses to Wang Xiaoliang. She paid for everything herself.
The equipment improved, but the traffic barely budged.
Li Le had never been pleasant to her, and he made no attempt to hide it-he simply felt Ma Yuanyuan was taking a share that should not have belonged to her. She worked two hours a day at most before disappearing, and she was not worth that salary at all. In his mind, the accounting was perfectly clear: the boss had carved her pay out of his share.
Ma Yuanyuan had seen through this from the very first day they discussed working together. He did not need to say it. She could tell from that face, which had never softened toward her.
The two worked alongside each other every day, neither bringing it out into the open.
Two things kept Ma Yuanyuan from throwing in the towel. First, she did not want Wang Xiaoliang to think she had given up halfway. Second, she discovered she really liked doing this. Editing clips, adjusting colors, syncing cuts to the beat-the more she did it, the more hooked she became. Lots of people in the comments were asking for the night market's address. The results were right there. It really worked.
Of course, many of those asking were coming for Li Le. She had no way to