Chapter 331 - 237: We’re All Brothers Here

Chapter 331: Chapter 237: We’re All Brothers Here

While Lin Chu was live streaming, the private group chat with his inner circle was blowing up.

Including Lin Chu, the group had just eight people in total, all of them occupying system-verified friend slots.

"Damn, it’s the third day, and Brother Chu is still going strong. And he’s getting more and more into it. Looks like he’s about to blow up."

Liu Junfeng sent the message.

He was also a streamer, focusing on business content and mastermind groups. If nothing else, after doing it for a while, he’d at least developed a sharp instinct for online trends.

His attitude toward Lin Chu’s stream had clearly and noticeably changed.

On the first day, he thought it was cringey.

’A big boss like him could be doing anything, even chasing women. Why the hell is he live streaming?’

’An industry like this is beneath you, isn’t it?’

On the second day: ’Oh, damn, there’s actually something to this. He even got Zhazha Hui on. The stream’s starting to get some class.’

The third day...

Which was now...

’Holy shit!’

’He’s really blowing up!’

’That short video was insane.’

’And what’s more, it’s a completely unique niche and style.’

’No one else can even copy it. They don’t have the financial backing.’

’If he keeps this up, it’s only a matter of time before he goes viral.’

Lu Ming: "Fucking awesome. Seriously. I’m just waiting for Brother Chu to take off. First, he brings on celebrities to leech off their fame and hype. Then, once the fans are used to the format, I’ll go on as the first non-celebrity guest. The moment he introduces me, I’ll blow up too."

"I’m calling dibs on that first non-celebrity spot, so don’t any of you fuckers try to take it from me! Love you guys, my dear brothers. Mwah."

Of course. When your big bro makes it big, it’s only natural for him to carry you along with him.

Li Kai: "I can hear you scheming all the way from over here. You’re a sly dog. Now bend over."

He snarked.

Wang Zhefei, who was watching the stream, casually typed in the group, "My good son, you’ve finally grown up. So that whole bootlicker incident a couple of days ago was just a marketing stunt, huh? That’s more like it. This is so much better."

Zhang Peng: "Brother Fei, what have you been up to? Why don’t you come over here? The media division is getting ready to open a branch office. We could send you to Hang City to set it up, pioneer a new niche, and specialize in recruiting female streamers who like to walk the line."

Zhang Peng knew, of course, that Lin Chu had absolute trust in Wang Zhefei.

Lin Chu had asked him to find someone to head the new branch, so he was dangling the bait in the group chat.

The real reason, though, was that those three words—"my good son"—rubbed him the wrong way.

Of course, if Lin Chu didn’t say anything, Zhang Peng certainly wasn’t going to bring it up.

But he could make a subtle play for it, tempting him with both power and pleasure.

Wang Zhefei: "Holy shit! For real?"

Zhang Peng: "Of course. It just takes one word from Brother Chu."

Wang Zhefei: "I’m tempted! Shit, I’m not going to be able to sleep tonight. Let me think it over!"

Seeing this, Zhang Peng couldn’t help but smile.

’Now you see how sweet the deal is, don’t you, buddy?’

’Now you know who the real daddy is, huh?’

The two wallflowers in the group were Hu Ping’an and Zhu Yixian.

They hadn’t had much contact with Liu Junfeng and the original clique before, so they seemed to be having trouble fitting in.

They just needed more time to get comfortable.

"President Peng, after I’m done with the Old Friends Gold Tournament, I’ll ask the boss what his plans are for me. I hope you guys will let me in on the fun, too."

Hu Ping’an typed, his message full of anticipation.

Seeing the message, Zhang Peng realized what was happening and made a point of chatting with him.

After all, Lin Chu’s approval was the ultimate endorsement.

They were all brothers here.

There were no conflicts of interest. To a certain extent, the guys had all achieved financial freedom. Now, it was mainly about getting things done and pursuing self-actualization.

...

In the stream.

Lin Chu was still chatting casually with Zhang Songwen. As an actor born in the 70s, he had a wealth of life experience.

He was now eloquently recounting his story to the audience.

Lin Chu was just now learning that Zhang Songwen hadn’t been formally trained as an actor. Before he started his acting career, he had worked a variety of jobs.

He’d worked as a printing factory worker, a beverage salesman, an air-conditioner installer, a hotel attendant, a restaurant manager, a tour guide...

He had even been named "Guangdong Province’s Tour Guide of the Year."

Only after saving up some money did he enroll in film school. After graduating, he entered the film and television industry to start pursuing his dream.

Frankly, a story like that was genuinely inspirational.

During the viewer call-in segment.

One of the guys who’d won a phone suddenly worked up the courage to speak. "Brother Songwen, you’re my idol! My biggest idol! And we’re even alumni—I also graduated from Guan City Vocational High School. I majored in broadcasting and hosting and just graduated this year."

Hm?

This sudden little "coincidence" left both Lin Chu and Zhang Songwen slightly surprised.

Zhang Songwen instinctively glanced at Lin Chu.

’This isn’t part of some script you arranged, is it?’

It was just too much of a coincidence.

Lin Chu read his expression and, on a whim, turned to his stream assistant. Right in front of the entire audience, he asked, "Is this part of a script we arranged?"

’Might as well ask.’

’No big deal.’

’It’s probably not.’

’I’ll just treat it as good content for the show.’

The stream assistant quickly denied it. "No, of course not. We definitely didn’t arrange this."

"It’s not a script! I swear on my life—if I’m lying, may I lose ten centimeters! My name is Luo Zijun, my nickname is ’Mule,’ the first five digits of my ID are 44190, and I live in Shangyuan Village in Chashan Town! A lot of my friends and classmates are watching today—of course, they’re all here to get a piece of the action from President Lin. Thanks again, President Lin, for handing out all these goodies to us bros."

"But that’s not the main point. The main point is, Brother Songwen, please let me work for you! Do you need an assistant? I’m begging you, take me under your wing. I can drive, I can hold my liquor, and I’m pretty good with people. I’ll even work for free! I just want a chance!"