Wang Xiaoliang took the phone and opened the pinned video.
The cuts were extremely fast, but not chaotic. Every cut hit the beat, and the progression was clean and crisp. The hook was excellent. Once it reached the main content, although the narration used an AI voice, the rhythm of the script matched the footage beautifully. It was a pleasure to watch and made him want to keep watching.
With skills like these, he was more than qualified for their makeshift operation.
Wang Xiaoliang pushed the phone back.
"Over a million followers, and you did it all yourself?"
Ma Haoran nodded without looking up.
"The scripts, editing, voice-over, account management-all you?"
Another nod. The water bottle in his hand was already crackling under his grip.
Wang Xiaoliang leaned back in his chair and folded his arms across his chest.
"Then why come here?"
Ma Haoran's shoulders hunched as though someone had slapped him.
"If you took sponsorships on this account yourself, you'd earn more than we could pay you, no matter what. Here, the base salary is four thousand during probation, six thousand once you're permanent. One day off a week, and we don't even provide afternoon tea. What are you after?"
Ma Haoran's lips moved.
"I..."
One word came out, then stopped.
His mouth stayed open, but everything else was stuck in his throat.
"I... want..."
Two words, and the veins in his neck were already standing out.
Luo Bisheng couldn't bear watching anymore. Just as he was about to speak, someone kicked his shin beneath the table.
It was Wang Xiaoliang.
Ma Haoran pressed his lips shut, his chest rising and falling. He turned his phone over and typed rapidly on the screen.
His speed was frightening.
When he finished, he laid it flat in front of them,