She is the Side Character! — Watch Her Change her fate!-Chapter 184: The Game of the Rich Kid? I’m Done Playing (Part 22)

Chapter 184: Chapter 184: The Game of the Rich Kid? I’m Done Playing (Part 22)

"I know you’re joking, you can’t possibly want it," Meng Sheng said.

Ah Chen’s eyes curved into a smile, "Just say whether you’ll give it or not. You haven’t given it, so how can you be sure I won’t want it?"

"You’re not that kind of person, I know that," Meng Sheng said with certainty, looking steadily at her.

Ah Chen smiled and asked, "What kind of person?"

Meng Sheng didn’t like the look in her eyes. He averted his gaze slightly and said, "You’re not a woman who covets vanity and loves money."

"So, you’re just saying it; you won’t want it."

Ah Chen found this person quite amusing and said, "I’ve never said I don’t love money, nor have I ever said I don’t love vanity. Why, with the way you hate money, wouldn’t it be better to give it to me? Let me live a happy life without worrying about making ends meet."

"You just say no, painting all these big pictures every day, there’s something wrong with you!" she scolded, "Keep saying you want me to go with you, that you can make me happy, but you don’t give a single cent. Do you usually live on air?"

Ah Chen held onto Song Mo and told him, "I quite like money." 𝗳𝗿𝐞𝕖𝘄𝗲𝕓𝗻𝚘𝚟𝕖𝐥.𝚌𝕠𝕞

"I will work hard to earn it," Song Mo said, "and give it all to you."

Ah Chen was pleased, "Okay."

"Coward." As Song Mo walked past Meng Sheng, he sneered softly, but when facing Ah Chen, his smile was clean and pleasant.

Meng Sheng almost wanted to rush up and hit someone, but Han Fangli held him back.

"Dream’s over, huh?" Han Fangli said.

He never believed that Li Chen didn’t love money; she never said that. She just didn’t love Xiao Su’s money anymore.

He also doubted that Li Chen could stay with Song Mo for long. Life is long; just wait and see.

He would just wait and see how long Li Chen could be with Song Mo.

If she comes back to him by then, he wondered if he would still be interested, Han Fangli thought regretfully.

Looking at Li Chen now, he really didn’t plan to mess around here anymore; it was meaningless.

However, the mushroom soup and fried mushrooms she made were indeed delicious; he might come by occasionally to eat.

"It’s just an excuse," Meng Sheng said. "If she truly loved vanity that much, why didn’t she choose you, why tangled with that Song Mo instead?"

Han Fangli was speechless and let go of Meng Sheng, deciding to leave.

Why hadn’t he realized before that something was wrong with Meng Sheng’s brain?

"Aren’t you two reconsidering? This is a rare opportunity for you. As long as you’re willing, once you become popular, earning billions in a year is absolutely possible. Plus, your products are good; if we cooperate, there’s an endless flow of follow-up income. Work for a few years, and you’ll never have to worry in this lifetime,"

When they packed up shop today, Ah Chen and Song Mo were stopped by a man in his thirties who smiled as he handed over a business card and introduced himself.

He intended to sign them up as streamers and mentioned things like bobo chicken, mushroom soup, and fried mushrooms, but specifics needed to be discussed in detail.

"I guess no one would refuse money, right?"

Ah Chen smiled and said, "There’s no one who would refuse money, but some money isn’t that easy to earn. What Manager Zhang mentioned, we can’t do it. I said earlier, the mushroom soup and fried mushrooms have no recipes; they can’t be made."

As for Song Mo’s bobo chicken, he’d have to decide for himself; whatever he decides, she won’t interfere with his choice.

Zhang Jianchun chuckled, then leaned in slightly and whispered, "Miss Li, actually the taste of this mushroom soup and fried mushrooms doesn’t have to be exactly the same as yours. What we emphasize is brand effect. Really, how many people can come here to eat your food? People won’t come from all over the country just for this bite of food, right? But as for your story, as long as there’s the internet, people from all over the country and even the world can see it."

"As long as more people hear your story, more people will pay for it. As for the taste, as long as it’s not bad, it’s fine."

"The same goes for Mr. Song’s bobo chicken; you don’t have to bring out the secret recipe."

Recipes can be bought with some money from anywhere; Zhang Jianchun didn’t care too much about that.

People nowadays buy things by following trends. Once something becomes popular and marketed well, a large crowd will pay; it’s lucrative.

Among successful streamers and sellers, many have their stories. Even those without personal stories create personas to draw in the audience with special points. When viewers feel moved, angry, or entertained, they become fish caught in the streamer’s net, buying into emotions soon enough.

Whatever the sellers and streamers say, it doesn’t matter; their ultimate aim is to get your money. Many people feel happy to spend their money and buy what the streamers sell, feeling emotionally valued — that’s the game. Make you happily spend money.

Conscientious streamers sell genuine goods; the unscrupulous ones treat fans like fools. Many have fallen from grace over the years.

Not only that, but they also have you help market them and fight off trolls, all willingly.

The industry is too deep and the money too great; few can hold onto their conscience. Even if one falls, as long as certain lines aren’t crossed, having earned enough money for a lifetime isn’t bothered by being scolded a couple of times. Life will still be smooth.

"I refuse," Song Mo said.

He’s not inexperienced; on the contrary, he knows particularly well what goes on in there and understood how Zhang Jianchun wanted to operate. Selling stories, creating personas, attracting fans — he hated it.

Maybe it’s childish, but he truly couldn’t participate in such things. Perhaps this could earn lots of money; he used to rake in money in moments, but he still gave it up and got out from there.

He couldn’t earn that money.

Not participating in these, he can still find other ways to make money; in this world, if one’s willing to work, one won’t starve.

However, he glanced nervously at Ah Chen; this way, he would earn money more slowly.

Ah Chen, sensing his unease, grasped his hand, "If you don’t like it, then don’t do it; I don’t like these things either."

"Isn’t it just fine now? We’re actually earning more than many office workers."

Song Mo nodded; this was indeed true.

As long as they don’t buy particularly expensive things, given their situation, life is pretty luxurious.

Zhang Jianchun frowned slightly, "Miss Li, Mr. Song, aren’t you really reconsidering it?"

He was a bit annoyed. Here were a former canary who had been with wealthy heirs and a former super-popular idol. If he could sign them, he couldn’t imagine how much traffic they’d drive as streamers.

It was truly maddening.

But they were unwilling, and he couldn’t force them along.

However, no matter how appealing the conditions Zhang Jianchun offered, neither Ah Chen nor Song Mo would relent.

Eventually, Zhang Jianchun left with regret.

Later on, others came to find Ah Chen and Song Mo with similar aims, but all were refused.

Notably, one offer to Song Mo alone was almost like charity.

Yes, it was just for Song Mo.

Ah Chen found it odd, so she had 997 look into it, discovering the person actually had some connection to Wei Hui.

Wei Hui naturally had no good intentions; it was a trap for Song Mo.

"Manager Chen, this is basically charity. Are you my fan?" Song Mo chuckled, "You might as well just give me the money, no need for the roundabout way; I’m thick-skinned and won’t feel awkward."

Did they really think he was a fool?

"Who’s your master?" he leaned in and asked, "The dog they sent doesn’t seem too smart."

Chen Huanwen almost jumped up in anger, how could this person be so ill-mannered?

Ah Chen, on the other hand, laughed — well said. Rather than stifling it and making oneself uncomfortable, better to vent emotions on those who seek a scolding.