Starting from a Bar to Sign Internet Celebrities

Chapter 363 - 216: Shameless! Whose Heart

Seeing how anxious President Lin was, Song Ya hurried out of the office to her workstation and transferred the call to his office.

At the same time, she rushed back to President Lin’s office, wanting to listen in on the negotiation and see if Chen Jincheng was coming.

By the time she got back to the office, President Lin had already picked up the phone. "Hello, this is Lin Sheng, General Manager of the Wenhua Oriental Hotel."

"Hello, I’m Chu Hong, General Manager of Second-Life Star." Hearing the voice on the other end, Sister Hong knew she was speaking to a decision-maker. She introduced herself, then got straight to the point. "President Lin, our boss has a project he’d like to collaborate with your hotel on. It has the potential to turn your hotel into a viral hotspot. I was wondering if you might be interested."

Lin Sheng immediately replied, "President Chu, we are absolutely willing to cooperate. Five million is no problem at all. When can we expect Mr. Chen to arrive?"

Sister Hong explained, "We’ll be coming over during the National Day holiday. Also, there will be quite a few people involved in shooting this project, so we hope you’ll be able to make the necessary arrangements."

Lin Sheng replied with practically no hesitation, "That’s not a problem at all, Sister Hong. We can sign the contract right now. Just send me the information for everyone who will be coming, and I’ll get the arrangements started."

Sister Hong was quite surprised that he had agreed so decisively.

’It seems the boss’s reputation is already paying off.’

’After all, the Radiant Square project had been a massive sensation. They’d even managed to make the Zhu Ling incident practically disappear from the internet. And the catchphrase "I’m here, bro!" was a massive hit too.’

’The Wenhua Oriental Hotel must be hoping to become the next Radiant Square.’

’But this also gave her an idea. In the future, they might not have to spend a single cent of the company’s money on their projects.’

Afterward, she sent the project contract over, along with a list of all the artists and employees who would be participating in the team-building shoot.

Upon receiving the e-contract, Lin Sheng signed it without hesitation.

He wouldn’t have even considered giving another influencer a million, let alone five, but Chen Jincheng’s reputation preceded him.

If they could really become a viral hotspot, it wasn’t just about a surge in popularity, but also about building a brand. He just had to think about Radiant Square to know that.

Then, he handed the list of team members from Second-Life Star to Song Ya. "You’ll be in charge of making all the arrangements for them."

"Forty-five people? That many?" Song Ya was astonished.

Lin Sheng chuckled. "What’s wrong with more? Look who’s coming: Zhu Ling, Cen Ning, Yinyin, Jiang Xiaobai, Wang Qiqi, Zhang Ao’ai, Li Muchen... They’re all famous influencers. A lineup like that walking into our hotel lobby would be like having a supergroup of beauties."

"Make sure you get plenty of video footage while they’re here. We can use it for promotions later, advertising our hotel as the top choice for influencers. We can even play it on the screens in the lobby. So, you must arrange the best rooms for them, and make sure the service is impeccable."

"Understood, President Lin," Song Ya nodded.

...

After finalizing the arrangements with the Wenhua Oriental Hotel, Sister Hong went straight to the boss’s office to report. "Boss, everything with the Wenhua Oriental Hotel is settled, including our travel and accommodations for the trip. So, the rest is up to you and your project plan."

"Good work. You can leave the project plan to me." Chen Jincheng smiled and nodded. "This afternoon, arrange for Little Maru to go to the bar and record her song. Tomorrow night, I’m going to do a livestream. We’ll use up that SS-Class stream promotion on Tiao Yin, officially release ’Little Dimples,’ and drive some traffic to our other artists at the same time."

"Okay! I’ll make the arrangements," Sister Hong nodded.

That afternoon, just after he’d returned to the office from lunch, Chen Jincheng saw Little Maru run in, her face beaming. "When are we going to record the song?"

’She’d joined Second-Life Star for this song, "Little Dimples." Now she’d given him her body, and her heart had become addicted to him fucking her. Finally, she was getting to record her song.’

’"Little Dimples" is every bit as good as "Can’t Help Falling in Love," and I’m confident my singing is way better than Jiang Xiaobai’s.’

"Go tell Sister Hong, and then we’ll head out." Chen Jincheng then called Sister Hong himself.

Before long, Sister Hong had everything arranged. They set off for the bar, bringing along Lao Chen to film, as well as a makeup artist, a sound engineer, and other staff.

Extreme Bar had been converted into a high-end establishment with a minimum spend of 10,000 yuan. Naturally, the equipment had been upgraded as well, and its sound recording capabilities were now even better than before.

When the group arrived at the bar, they were surprised to find someone already inside, practicing a song.

It was none other than Wang Qiqi.

As the company’s main cover artist and the bar’s resident singer, it wasn’t surprising to find her practicing here.

Wang Qiqi saw the group walk in, and a flicker of pleasant surprise crossed her pretty face when she noticed Chen Jincheng.

But right behind him, she saw Little Maru, and her expression immediately soured with a hint of hostility.

After all, they were both cover artists at the company, which made them direct competitors.

Little Maru saw Wang Qiqi as well. Although she had joined Second-Life Star, they kept different hours at the company, and since Wang Qiqi usually livestreamed from the bar, they had never actually met.

’But during that CYH incident, her video had been completely crushed by Wang Qiqi’s. Everyone online said she was inferior.’

’But the truth was, she wasn’t the one who was inferior—the project from CYH had failed. It wasn’t her fault at all.’

’If they had switched places, she was certain she could have done a much better job.’