Wang Xiaoliang left the livestream.
The ceiling light was a little harsh.
His chest felt a little tight, filled with an indescribable discomfort mixed with jealousy, resentment, and a trace of defeat he was unwilling to admit even to himself. It was not that painful, but it certainly felt unpleasant.
To put it plainly, it was jealousy.
Naked jealousy.
He did not know Li Laifu's wholesale price for the Red Bull, but from what he knew of the industry, even with a low-margin, high-volume approach, the profit margin would never be below ten percent.
With the astonishing sales figure on the dashboard today, even at just ten percent, after deducting the platform's cut and delivery costs, Li Xiaozhi's net income for the day had to be at least several thousand yuan. Add in the gifts, and she could easily clear ten thousand.
Over ten thousand yuan a day.
Just thinking about it hurt.
He began analyzing it rationally, trying to break down Li Xiaozhi's success.
When it came to livestreaming, Li Xiaozhi simply had a gift.
With almost no struggle or adjustment period, she had rapidly transformed from an ordinary girl into a "nerd magnet."
Although sexually suggestive content was her most crucial weapon, her shortcut to success, how many people could truly act that way so comfortably in front of a camera, with so many people watching?
That ability to cast aside her real-world identity and immerse herself completely in an online persona, that precise grasp of her target audience's psychology, was itself a frightening talent.
Wang Xiaoliang thought of himself.
He had started streaming long before Li Xiaozhi, and he had short videos bringing in viewers. More importantly, he actually had content.
Li Xiaozhi, on the other hand, had merely changed clothes, turned on a beauty filter, processed