December 28th, 10:15 AM, local time in Wiseman.

Alaska, Wiseman, Lin Yu’an’s cabin

The weak sunlight outside the window passed through the double glazing, casting warm spots of light on the wooden floor. The winter days in Alaska are fleeting and precious.

Lin Yu’an was awakened by a continuous buzzing sound, like bees flapping their wings.

He slowly opened his eyes, his awareness still a bit hazy. The wide bed beside him was already empty, with only a faint warmth and fragrance remaining from their side on the two pillows.

Aliya and Emily had already gotten up. He sat up and picked up the deep space gray iPhone X that was charging on the bedside table, its screen somewhat worn.

As soon as the screen lit up, countless notifications, missed calls, and WeChat messages flooded in like a bursting dam, causing this once flagship model to noticeably lag and drop frames.

The notification bar at the top was completely filled, messages overlapping each other, frantically scrolling downwards.

Lin Yu’an furrowed his brows, feeling a sense of unease. Could there be a problem with the video? Was it throttled? Or maliciously reported?

Among the chaotic notifications, the green WeChat icon with a glaring red 99+ mark stood out.

Upon opening it, most of the missed voice calls and unread messages were all from the same person, Old Mao.

Lin Yu’an threw on a thick wool coat, barefoot and quietly walked out of the bedroom.

In the living room, a comforting warmth greeted him, and the fire in the fireplace had been rekindled, emitting a crackling sound.

Over at the open kitchen bar, Aliya was humming a song, pouring pancake batter into a frying pan, the golden batter sizzling in the hot oil while the aroma of coffee filled the entire cabin.

Meanwhile, on the thick carpet in front of the fireplace, Emily was gently accompanying the two little ones just eleven months old.

His daughter Olivia was trying hard to stand up by holding onto the edge of the coffee table, making "ya ya" sounds.

His son Ethan was awkwardly crawling around on the carpet, attempting to catch a ray of playful sunlight.

This tranquil and cozy scene slightly calmed Lin Yu’an’s heart, which had been unsettled by the phone’s abnormal behavior.

He chose not to disturb them and quietly moved to the study area, sitting at the huge oak desk and connecting the laptop to the internet before returning the WeChat voice call to Old Mao.

The call was answered almost instantly, as if Old Mao had been waiting by the phone, sleeplessly awaiting his response.

"Brother An! My dear brother! You’re finally awake! If you didn’t wake up soon, I was going to buy a ticket to Alaska!"

Old Mao’s voice came through the earphones, the decibel was so high that it sounded more like shouting rather than speaking, full of repressed joy and extreme excitement.

"What happened? What’s going on?"

Lin Yu’an asked while opening the YouTube backend page, "I checked before I went to sleep, it seemed like it broke ten million, the data was rising quite fast."

Old Mao was silent for a second, then exploded into a roar ten times more intense than before, filled with extreme shock and disbelief:

"Ten million?! Brother An! My dear brother! Do you... do you already know Justin Bieber?!"

"What?" Lin Yu’an was taken aback.

"Shit! Now I remember, no wonder! No wonder when you were editing, you insisted on using ’Recovery,’ this old song from eight hundred years ago!"

"I even said you have unique taste, turns out it was for this day’s collaboration!" Old Mao’s voice contained a kind of ecstatic joy at discovering a world-shattering secret!

"My God! Brother An! You’ve hidden too deeply! Why didn’t you say earlier that you had such a nuclear-grade connection?"

"If you had said earlier, would those bastards dare to shortchange you a single penny of resources? I’d directly use this to smack them in the face!"

Old Mao’s voice was so excited it was becoming hoarse: "That was Bieber personally bringing the traffic before the statistics! Now you have to add another seventy or eighty million! No, it might be nearly one hundred million!"

"Two hundred million plus fans’ traffic flooded right in! Do you understand this concept?! Your YouTube channel, the fans have exceeded one hundred and fifty thousand!"

Lin Yu’an retracted his chaotic thoughts, looked at the data loaded on the laptop screen that was nothing short of terrifying, and explained with a calm voice into the earphones:

"Old Mao, I don’t know him."

"Ha? Really?" Old Mao’s tone was filled with suspicion, "Isn’t this... isn’t this too coincidental? Even a world-class idol drama wouldn’t dare write this!"

"Really, not lying to you." Lin Yu’an didn’t say more. In the face of such immense success, any explanation seemed pale. How Old Mao thought no longer mattered.

When he saw the data loaded on YouTube backend, he was completely stunned.

Total views: 81475831

Eighty-one million!?

Subscribers: 1512488

One hundred and fifty-one thousand!?

He slept for less than seven hours, and YouTube’s view count, already feeling exaggerated at twelve million, had increased nearly sevenfold!

And his subscriber count, from a mere hundred thousand before the video was posted, overnight skyrocketed by fifteen times, directly crossing the "million gold medal" threshold that countless creators dream of!

Estimated revenue: $285,165.44 USD.

Two hundred and eighty-five thousand US dollars.

Seeing this figure, Lin Yu’an’s breath only paused slightly; for the average person, this might be a fortune enough to change destiny.