Boss Lu: A reborn life is destined to be without regrets!
Chapter 50 - 46. Can you sign me?

Chapter 50: 46. Can you sign me?

As a campus internet celebrity with hundreds of thousands of followers, Mou Keyan hadn’t gone through any systematic training with an MCN, but what she had achieved, from scratch, wasn’t just due to her stunningly beautiful face.

To have a nose for web traffic is the basic cultivation of an internet star.

From morning till now, many big Vs on Weibo that she followed had been forwarding the same video in unison.

Mou Keyan clicked in and was immediately startled.

Not only was she very familiar with the video creator, but they were also mutual followers.

—The official Weibo of the Golden Stone studio.

Could it be that this junior had secretly created another viral sensation?

Laypeople enjoy the show, experts observe the technique.

Mou Keyan could tell that the folk duo’s singing was moving, but as a person who had experienced the entire process of Mr. Lu creating a hit, she paid more attention to some fine details.

The details of Lu Jincheng’s camera operation and frame composition, the details of the video editing and shooting, and the details of the accompanying copywriting.

When the song reached a sad part, he would zoom in slowly to enhance emotional expression, slowing down the camera movement to lengthen the emotional depth felt by the viewers and bring out the details of the coffee shop setting.

At the climax, he gently pushed the camera in, capturing the actions and expressions of Xinyi and Pei Pei.

Under the backlighting, a soft and hazy atmosphere emerged naturally, with beautiful silhouette lighting that perfectly complemented the lead singer’s bright and clean voice.

Not to mention the accompanying copy he had written—Mou Keyan suddenly remembered a saying.

It’s a pity my writing is mediocre; I can’t evoke vistas beyond the clouds, cannot sing of desires in my heart, but he can!

After a series of optimizations, who knows what magic the video contained that it could effortlessly touch the audience’s hearts.

In a previous life, "zebra, zebra" was the song that helped the band break into the mainstream and gather their first batch of fans.

But the forwarding and comment volume were limited, and the big Vs who took notice weren’t influential music bloggers from within the industry.

The reason was simple; that video was just a fan-shot clip, casually filmed on a phone and uploaded online.

Plainly put, without the right timing, location, and human harmony, without the coffee shop’s new renovations, without Bao Hua Wei Jian’s sound system, without Mr. Lu’s meticulous work on the video...

No matter how well they sang, it definitely wouldn’t have become as popular as it is now.

This was... too incredible!

The more Mou Keyan watched, the more enthralled she became, feeling like Lu Jincheng was a treasure trove buried deep in the ocean, inexhaustible and each encounter revealing his exceptional abilities.

Golden Stone studio’s official Weibo had posted two updates: one of her dancing at school, and the other of the landlord’s cat singing in the coffee shop.

Each one was a viral post with tens of thousands of shares and comments, easily reaching the trending searches that others would pay a high price to break into, as if they were made specifically for him.

Yes, Mr. Lu’s Weibo was trending again.

If once was a coincidence, what about twice?

Almost all the big V music bloggers on the homepage were actively sharing it.

It seemed the video’s quality was beyond reproach.

Could it be an indication...

That he truly possessed the ability to create viral hits, hatch internet celebrities, and turn everything into gold?

Mou Keyan furrowed her brows, deep in thought.

Just then, Deng Yuan sent her a message, and she felt she must go to the shop and see for herself.

What if Lu Jincheng was there?

There were some things she suddenly wanted to talk to him about.

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Elsewhere, at the Golden Stone studio.

"Fuck, we’re trending again!"

Luo Shaoqin, who hadn’t slept all night, had two empty coffee cups in front of him, his expression incredibly excited.

His work, constantly revised by Lu Jincheng, had kept him busy all night, solely depending on coffee for support.

"We’re so damn awesome, way too awesome!"

Luo Lang, responsible for publishing across multiple platforms, was also shouting excitedly.

Different from Mou Keyan’s experience with trending, Luo Shaoqin and Luo Lang had participated in the entire hot topic creation process under Mr. Lu’s guidance, feeling a full sense of accomplishment.

Maslow’s hierarchy of needs theory says that self-actualization is the highest level of need.

Who would’ve thought that a tiny studio in a campus, with a grand total of three people, could create two viral videos in a row, giving employees a huge sense of involvement in their work and helping them achieve self-actualization?

Although Mr. Lu hasn’t paid them a single cent in salary yet, to be honest, anyone who isn’t a fool knows that this job has a promising future.

Dreaming of financial freedom, the two of them thoroughly enjoyed working.

"Brother Lu, look, someone sent us a private message asking to talk about a partnership!"

In the afternoon, as Golden Stone studio’s followers broke through a hundred thousand, a variety of private messages came flooding in.

On the internet, there’s never a shortage of smart people who smell business opportunities right away.

The name Golden Stone was already impressive enough, not to mention that the account owner had produced two hot search level viral videos, proving their ability.

The Weibo profile states that Golden Stone is a studio with the capability to create content, incubate internet celebrities, and acquire and monetize traffic.

Compared to the ignored blank accounts of the past, the current hundred thousand followers are their best business card.

Quite a few online influencers have sent private messages and selfies, inquiring about the specifics of the influencer incubation service.

Some suppliers have also started introducing themselves, wanting to establish preliminary cooperation with Golden Stone studio.

As for those wanting to contact Mou Keyan for a dance booking or to arrange a paid performance for the landlord’s cat, there are countless messages.

was the first year of 4G, the curtain of the internet was slowly being raised, and a world where traffic rules all was gradually beginning to take shape.

"Relax, why so excited?"

Lu Jincheng sat back with his legs crossed on the sofa, casually flicking a 1916 between his fingers, with an indifferent look on his face.

"It’s just a hot search, no big deal."

"In the future, whether others make it onto the hot search or not, will be up to us."

Mr. Lu had seen all the big storms before; in his previous life, he could easily hit a hot search on some website just by interacting with a girl.

Not to mention the projects he had meticulously planned.

"Our official account has hit a hundred thousand followers! We’re almost at ten thousand on Bilibili too!"

"Plus, there’s a young lady who sent a private message with her bikini photo, asking if she could become an internet celebrity."

Luo Lang repeated loudly again, his eyes glued to the screen without blinking.

"Brother Lu, take a look! Can she make it?"

True to his name, Luo Lang was very anxious.

"Alright, I’ll have a look."

Unable to resist Luo Lang’s insistence, Lu Jincheng walked over to the back of his screen: "What about her face?"

"She didn’t send a face pic, just her figure."

"So, should I reply to her private message... and ask for two photos?"

Luo Lang was stunned, having focused on admiring the young lady’s curvaceous figure.

"Remember this, if they don’t show their face, they’re likely hiding something, so don’t waste time."

Lu Jincheng said, expressionless, and waved his hand.

He knew all too well.

"Lao Luo, go and rest, you did a good job editing the video, you’ve worked hard tonight."

Lu Jincheng patted Luo Shaoqin on the shoulder, giving him a nod.

"Luo Lang, sort out the private messages with potential partnerships, make a spreadsheet, and send it to me."

"We’ve consolidated everything; it’s time to get down to the real work!"

"Got it!"

The two replied in unison.

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[Junior, can I... sign a contract with you?]

In dorm room 302 of building 16, Mou Keyan once again dug out the studio’s promotional flyer from the corner.

This time, she read it carefully word by word, finally finding the content she was looking forward to.