Love Variety Show: The despised me exploded in popularity

Xu Qingyan's gaze met with Pei Muchan's, and for some reason, he felt somewhat uneasy in his heart.

After a moment of thought, he still walked over.

"Can I have a seat?"

"Hmm?" Pei Muchan slightly lifted her eyelids, stared at him for two seconds, then moved over on the sofa, "Have you had breakfast?"

Upon hearing this, he pondered for a moment and felt that the focus was not on eating breakfast.

"I have, and it was quite expensive."

He leaned back into the sofa, adjusted his position, and comfortably squinted his eyes. The six yuan soy milk was truly outrageous; he almost forgot he was still poor.

Fate is indeed a strange thing. Just two days ago, he was driving his Wuling fish head with chopped chili all over the place looking for a job. Three or four interviews a day, zealously boosting those dumb HR's performance.

When the pressure was almost too much to bear, he liked to park his fish head with chopped chili in the furthest parking spot. Waiting for the lucky ones looking for a spot to come over joyfully, then leave cursing and swearing.

If someone had told him then that he would be on a dating show with a million up for grabs,

Xu Qingyan would have jumped up furiously and kicked that person's ass with his pointed leather shoes. My life is just waking up to suffer, what kind of sci-fi movie is this!

But reality is often more absurd than science fiction, he went all-in on the dating show and even hit the jackpot with a traveler's Gold Coin.

His greatest dream was to gain without pain, and now he had one more, to stand out from the crowd.

In the dating show, they vote and eliminate someone every three days, two rounds in total. Xu Qingyan was very clear, even if he could hang on until the end, he would still leave the show after seven days.

An unknown, armed with a universally hated script on a dating show, what could he do afterwards?

Generally speaking, there are three choices for ordinary guests after leaving a dating show. One is to stir up drama and do live stream sales, another is to use their persona to purify fanbases and do live stream sales.

If you act well, then you do live stream sales. The end of the universe is about cutting leeks and live stream sales. A very few with a slightly problematic brain would chase dreams in the entertainment industry.

Xu Qingyan carefully pondered, and none of these three options was what he wanted.

If you can't endear the audience, then there's no point in live stream sales. A few mothers wouldn't be able to withstand that kind of fabrication. He didn't want his work to affect his mom.

As for chasing dreams in the entertainment industry, he did indeed have an additional music and film library in his head.

Although he couldn't read music scores, he could learn, or he could just sing and let someone else transcribe it. Film scripts... He remembered the plot, but turning it into a storyboard script was another matter that required some thought.

In the sofa, Xu Qingyan instinctively pulled out his phone but had no intention of unlocking it. With thoughts running through his mind, his hands kept flipping the phone back and forth.

Pei Muchan beside him shifted her gaze slightly, unable to help but sweep her eyes over him a few more times.

Xu Qingyan was still calculating how to monetize the music and film libraries in his head. Film scripts can wait; that's a deep, slow, and mystical business to profit from.

He was more interested in songs. To earn money, he needed to be popular, but clearly, for someone as universally disliked as he was, making an original song popular was almost impossible.

Even though the songs in his music library were of high quality, it wasn't just about quality. The music scene is fiercely competitive, and listeners' tastes change day by day.

Even a talented little diva like Pei Muchan could say something like "I might not sing anymore," which shows just how intense the competition in the music scene is.

To become popular, there are many factors that could influence it, apart from the quality of the songs. Is the singer famous enough, are the lyrics novel enough, catchy enough?

All sorts of things, don't say that gold always shines. Reality is, even if it's just a rag covering it, gold will never shine in its lifetime, and it can only become marginal scraps to fill up a music library.

He sang himself, but that wouldn't do.

That left him with only one choice, selling songs.

Searching the world for singers, he only knew two people, one was Pei Muchan, whom he had just met a day and a half ago. The other, somewhat familiar yet distant, with whom he almost never made contact, was Lin Wanzhou.

Coincidentally, both were little queens of pop.

But the tricky part was, Pei Muchan seemed intent on not continuing to sing and was planning to leave the industry. Lin Wanzhou had been out of touch for so long, her attitude was cold, and she was a popular little queen of pop.

Putting aside whether he could even get in touch with Lin Wanzhou, her current popularity and appeal probably meant she wasn't short of songs. Sending his own over, in reality, meant negotiating with the entertainment company behind Lin Wanzhou.

For an unknown like him, even if his songs were chosen, the price could be cut down to the point where even his own mother wouldn't recognize them.

After thinking it over and getting nowhere, he decided to start with Pei Muchan. After all, being friends with a little queen of pop meant she knew singers, and a few recommendations would be enough for him to make a decent sum.

However, there was no rush; dedication comes with the job. He had to finish his work on the reality show "Love Hunter" properly and then carefully plan his next steps.

At his life's most helpless moment, it was Director Chen Fufeng who offered him this job; a person needs to have some conscience.

If the director pocketed him, how could he kick the director into the ditch?

Before long, a staff member arrived belatedly and issued a mobile phone to everyone present, with a special app installed on each one.

This was an app exclusively for the "Love Hunter" production team called "Love Hunt," where all the chats and updates posted by the nine guests would be synced to the live broadcast room.

Honestly, Xu Qingyan thought the name was quite edgy, almost mistakable for some monthly subscription software. The production team knew how to drive traffic; seeing their eagerness, he suspected it was another task from a deep-pocketed sponsor.

For convenience, the staff had already added everyone as friends on each phone in advance.

"This app allows guests to make calls, video calls, rate their crushes, and share updates. Additionally, the Love Hunt app comes with mini-games, which participants can play in the 'Love Manor'"...

The staff member babbled on about the aggressive promotion, and Xu Qingyan was truly happy for them. The production team was rolling in money, which meant his million would be paid out quickly.

Frankly, besides the basic communication functions, this app also included an outdated couple's farm feature. Everyone got a small manor, where you could cultivate and sell crops to acquire a wife.

Real-life dating was tiresome enough, but now the capitalists also wanted you to experience cyber romance.

Visiting, buying gifts, a bouquet of flowers for 9.99, a sports car for 648. Truly malevolent—a sure way to shear the wooly heads of the audience.

Soon, Xu Qingyan received a mobile phone designated for his use.

He opened the "Love Hunt" app, browsed through, instinctively went to his most familiar contact, Pei Muchan, and after a moment's thought, sent over a message.

"Some are letting go, some are falling in love amidst the wind, some can't even scrape together seven yuan in their WeChat Pay or Alipay, give me a chance—how about I freeload on lunch with you?"

Ding-dong, Pei Muchan was looking at her phone when she received this rascally quip from Xu Qingyan.

At the moment, the live comment feed was also eagerly watching the screen, waiting for one of the guests to send the first heart-racing private message. They didn't expect that after all the waiting, it would be Xu Dog who would send it.

The next second, Pei Muchan replied with a word.

"Okay."