They filmed for five days straight, three videos a day. Ma Yuanyuan's editing was noticeably more polished than before. Her camera work, pacing, beat syncing, and color grading had all improved dramatically.
But the numbers didn't look good.
They gained a few followers, but lost plenty too. More left than came, which amounted to going backward. Ma Yuanyuan said nothing, but checked the analytics more and more often.
She hadn't dared put a single ad in any of these videos.
They had only completed some platform tasks, but unfortunately, their current income from those barely amounted to anything.
The night market, on the other hand, was visibly busier.
"See? As soon as we came back, there were more people here." Standing behind the stall, Ma Yuanyuan tipped her chin at Li Le.
Li Le didn't respond. It was April, and the weather had warmed up. The night market was supposed to get busier.
But he didn't say it.
In fact, he felt much more at ease than he had during those days of livestreaming every day. Buying fruit, cutting fruit, selling fruit. With work to keep his hands occupied, his mind didn't have to dwell on anything else. Customers lined up in front of the stall. His knife came down, the flesh fell open, and juice ran along the groove in the cutting board. When someone said, "Such great knife skills," he simply smiled.
Every day, after Ma Yuanyuan had filmed two hours of footage, he had her drive home first. Once she left, he stayed at the stall until all the fruit was gone. At two or three in the morning, he took a taxi home.
Doing physical work and returning to his old routine made him feel grounded.
While working at the night market, he was afraid of