thefictionvixens Chapter 40 Cough, I haven't tried it, I don't know.
Chapter 40 Cough, I haven't tried it, I don't know.
"What is it?" Su Xiaoxiao picked up the bowl and took small sips of soup.
"Yu Ji posted a travel video, and Wang Bo commented on it." Su Yiyi said, taking out her phone, opening the video, scrolling to the comments section, and handing it to Su Xiaoxiao, "Look at this."
Su Xiaoxiao took the phone and initially just glanced at it casually, but when she saw the lines of text, she stopped drinking her soup.
She put down the bowl and stared intently at the screen.
"This was written by... Wang Bo?" She looked up, her eyes shining with disbelief.
"Mmm." Su Yiyi nodded, a gentle smile on her lips. "Yu Ji is ecstatic. She sent me a voice message saying she wants to get this poem tattooed on her body."
Su Xiaoxiao didn't say anything to her best friend who had lustful thoughts but lacked the courage to act on them. She lowered her head again and carefully read the poem once more.
Once.
Twice.
Three times.
Then, she slammed her phone on the table with a "bang" and jumped up from her chair.
"Sister!" Su Xiaoxiao's voice was filled with barely suppressed excitement.
Su Yiyi was startled by her sister's sudden reaction: "What's wrong?"
"What's wrong? This is big news!" Su Xiaoxiao paced around the office, her high heels clicking heavily on the carpet. "We were just worried about Wang Bo's downfall not being exposed, and here it is! Free, high-quality exposure that's built into the headlines!"
Her eyes lit up as she spoke: "The song 'Once Upon a Time' proved that Wang Bo can sing and has songwriting ability. But this poem—sister, look closely at this poem, the imagery, the writing skills—this can directly elevate him from a singer who can write songs to a musical prodigy!"
Su Yiyi then realized, "You mean...we're going to promote this?"
"Of course we need to promote it, and promote it aggressively!" Su Xiaoxiao had already returned to her desk, her fingers flying across the keyboard. "I need to contact Yuji immediately. This video has to be promoted, heavily promoted! Not only the video, but also this poem, so everyone can see that our Wang Bo can not only write songs, but also poems, and poems of this caliber at that!"
As she spoke, she picked up her phone, found Zhou Yuji's WeChat account, and made a video call directly.
The phone rang seven or eight times, and just when Su Xiaoxiao thought Zhou Yuji was in some remote mountain valley with no signal, the video call connected.
The image shook a few times before settling down.
On the screen appeared Zhou Yuji's bright face—she was wearing a wide-brimmed straw hat, beneath which were her tanned, wheat-colored skin and strikingly bright eyes.
The backdrop is a vast Gobi Desert, with rolling mountain ranges visible in the distance.
"Xiaoxiao," Zhou Yuji's voice was tinged with laughter, mixed with the rustling of the wind, "President Su actually took the initiative to video call me? Did you miss me?"
"I miss you, and I miss your videos even more." Su Xiaoxiao cut to the chase, pointing her phone camera at the poem on Su Yiyi's phone screen. "Yuji, you saw the comment Wang Bo wrote for your video, right?"
"Of course I saw it!" Zhou Yuji's voice immediately perked up with excitement. "I absolutely love this poem! I'm just thinking about where to tattoo it. What do you think of tattooing it on my back? Even though I can't see it myself, others can!"
Su Xiaoxiao rolled her eyes. Such a beautiful back, such a beautiful butt, why get a tattoo? "Don't rush to get a tattoo, let's get down to business. I want to promote your video, mainly Wang Bo's poem."
On the other end of the video, Zhou Yuji blinked and then laughed: "Xiaoxiao, you're a natural businesswoman, you can even think of a marketing point for this."
"Otherwise what?" Su Xiaoxiao said matter-of-factly, "Why wouldn't I take advantage of such a good opportunity? I'm not an idiot. How many views does your video have right now?"
"Let me see..." Zhou Yuji looked down and operated the device for a moment, "More than three thousand, probably all of them are my suitors."
She's not a celebrity and doesn't run an account, so three thousand views is already a lot.
"Nonsense!" Su Xiaoxiao didn't care about her best friend's endless ramblings. After thinking it over, she said, "Here's what we'll do. You authorize me, and I'll have the company's PR department handle it. Buy some traffic, find a few influential figures in literature and travel to repost it, and focus on promoting this poem. I've even thought of a title—'Wang Bo, the original author of "The You of the Past," writes a poem for his unreliable former boss's travel video. Netizens: A poet whose talent was wasted on singing.'"
"Wow, even though you're scolding me, I like it," Zhou Yuji's eyes lit up on the other end of the video call. "Okay, do whatever you want, just tell me what you need me to do."
"You don't need to do anything, just keep playing your game and occasionally interact with netizens in the comments section," Su Xiaoxiao said. "By the way, how long is your trip? If the timing is right, we can plan a series—'The Poetic Journey of a Musical Prodigy,' where Wang Bo can regularly write poems or songs for your travel videos, which will both maintain his exposure and solidify his 'prodigy' persona."
Zhou Yuji laughed loudly: "Su Xiaoxiao, you really are... I've already left the entertainment industry, and you still dragged me in to work for you. But I don't know how long or wide Wang Bo is... cough, I haven't tried it, so I don't know, but I know he probably doesn't have that ability. Once or twice is fine, but too many times might be a bit too much for him."
Su Yiyi blushed slightly; her best friend was too much of a rogue.
Su Xiaoxiao's expression froze. If her best friend were here right now, the two of them would have to team up and beat her up.
"You never know what tomorrow will bring, so who cares?" Su Xiaoxiao said. "If he can't do it, we'll just buy manuscripts and poems. Even a poem about peeing in a puddle and peeing a line can be published, so why can't our Wang Bo's?"
"Alright, alright," Zhou Yuji waved her hand. "Anyway, I'm free. But it's settled then, next time Wang Bo writes me a poem, I have to read it first. If I'm not satisfied, I'll send it back for rewriting."
"You wish," Su Xiaoxiao refused without hesitation. "Wang Bo is my artist now, I get to decide what he writes."
"Oh, are you being possessive of your food?" Zhou Yuji raised an eyebrow. "Alright, alright, it's yours. But Xiaoxiao, let me remind you, a talented artist like Wang Bo shouldn't be overused. Whether it's poetry or songs, it has to be something he genuinely wants to write. Don't push him too hard. Otherwise, the things he writes will lack soul and will only damage his reputation."
Su Xiaoxiao suspected her best friend was swearing, but she had no proof. After a couple of seconds of silence, she nodded, "I know, I know what I'm doing."
"That's good." Zhou Yuji glanced at the sky. "I have to continue on my way. I'll hang up now. Contact me on WeChat if you need anything."
The video call ended.
Su Xiaoxiao put down her phone, took a deep breath, and her eyes gleamed with the sharp light of a hunter locking onto its prey.
"Sister," she turned to Su Yiyi, "go back to the recording studio and tell Wang Bo about this, so he can be mentally prepared. Also, ask him if the poem has a title. If not, we need to come up with something catchy."
Su Yiyi nodded, got up and left.
After she left, Su Xiaoxiao immediately dialed the internal phone: "Lin Meijia, immediately notify all staff in the publicity department to have a meeting in the conference room in ten minutes. It's an urgent project."
In that old rented room in Shanghai.
Li Xuan was sprawled out on the peeling sofa, scrolling through short videos, when suddenly he came across a familiar scene—Zhou Yuji's travel video.
"Hey, isn't this our former boss?" Li Xuan perked up, sitting up straight. "Still out partying, huh?"
He opened the video, glanced at it casually, and was about to swipe away when he suddenly caught a glimpse of the top comment in the comment section.