Chapter 41: Ah Qing's Live-Streaming E-Commerce Sales Record Today!

An Sheng, who was accompanying Yu Xueqing on her live-streaming sales broadcast, experienced a moment of sudden realization after two hours of observation.

He finally understood that the biggest factors hindering him from eating Australian lobster with his left hand, drinking Lafaye with his right, and riding around in a Rolls-Royce Cullinan were not due to a lack of hard work on Ah Qing's part.

Rather, it was because Ah Qing had chosen the wrong niche, suffering a dimensional suppression from other female live-streamers who aggressively targeted the lower routes!

The strategy of other streamers relied on a lethal first impression. The very split-second a viewer scrolled into their broadcast room, their minds were instantly captured by the Northern Hemisphere, taking them on a nostalgic journey back to the sense of security experienced during infancy.

The moment you click into their broadcast room, you are instantly slain.

While there was nothing inherently wrong with Ah Qing's broadcast, existing stereotypes deeply rooted in that particular live-streaming track had rendered her an outlier in the realm of selling tea via live streams.

"Ying-ying-ying—"

An Sheng hopped around frantically in a blind spot hidden from the live stream camera. Every now and then, he would dive underneath the desk, pat Yu Xueqing's plump bottom, scurry up to the back of the chair, and poke his large, fluffy tail out to give it a playful wag.

Yu Xueqing broadcasted above the desk, while the little fox recorded the live stream beneath it.

Once the footage was more or less compiled, An Sheng opened the Douyin app and typed in the keywords for pet bloggers.

The first pet blogger that caught his eye:

The supreme boss of the canine world!

An Sheng wore a bewildered expression and frantically scrolled away, landing on the homepages of other normal pet bloggers. He added all of them to his personal account wherever a fan group was available, lurking in the shadows.

He added dozens of pet blogger sections in succession.

An Sheng returned to his usual chat group on Tencent QQ.

"Always Airborne": [Damn, brothers, I just saw a genuine Daji!]

"Hardcore Training of the Sphincter to Snip off Heartbreakers": [Show me the pics!]

"My Ultraman is in Xiabei": [??? Is this the kind of fox spirit Daji that makes that pompous ‘Great Chu shall rise, Chen Sheng shall be king’ kind of racket?]

"Riding a Mother Sow for a Joyride": [Forward this! If we're brothers, come help me slash prices on Pinduoduo.]

"What the hell! I'm gonna catch a king cobra and shove it down your pants to play dragon-and-pearl!"]

Seeing that the topic he had just brought up was derailed by some guy sharing a Pinduoduo link, with the entire group now venting their frustrations about Pinduoduo, the corners of An Sheng's eyes twitched slightly.

"Always Airborne": [[Image]]

An Sheng dropped an image into the group. The content captured the exact moment during the live stream earlier when An Sheng had hidden behind Yu Xueqing, poking out his massive, bristling fox tail.

"Always Airborne": [You guys know how it is. I usually like women with full, plump figures. Today, while scrolling through Douyin live streams, I spotted a super sweet and adorable little cutie...]

[I just wanted to say she looked plump and incredibly cute.]

[As a result, holy crap, the anchor bristled! That giant fox tail almost whipped across my face!]

"My Ultraman is in Xiabei": [???]

"Hardcore Training of the Sphincter to Snip off Heartbreakers": [??]

"Tea Street's Number One Bargain Hunter": [No way! Brother Airborne, just say the word if you're in trouble! Why on earth did you go become a simp for a female streamer? Female streamers are untouchable, they’ll harvest your wallet and rip out your kidneys!]

[Brother Airborne is a goner.]

[Brother Airborne is a goner.]

The group instantly erupted into a chorus of playful teasing, flooding the screen.

The chat groups An Sheng joined were agricultural science exchange groups, populated by adults who sold tea as well as college students.

In his past life, An Sheng had been a tea salesman who later transitioned into managing plantations. In these agricultural science groups, he could boast so extravagantly that his bullsh*t could reach outer space.

To his fellow group members, An Sheng’s impression was defined as:

A libido-driven demon, seemingly running tea mountains, yet poor; however, blessed with rich experience in cultivation, and fundamentally just another horny guy obsessed with pet pictures.

[Brother! Just speak up if you're facing hardships, but if you claim you've developed an addiction to female streamers, got your kidneys harvested by one, and then came running back to the group asking brothers to donate their kidneys—sorry! I genuinely don't know you—]

Another round of text flooded the screen, all mocking An Sheng for watching female streamers.

However, An Sheng remained completely unfazed.

After all, the group members weren't entirely wrong; he literally was acting as a loyal dog for a female streamer right now.

The little fox glanced briefly at the flooding chat, then looked down at Yu Xueqing's fair, tender calves beside him, raising his head to nuzzle affectionately against them.

Heh...

Female streamers might scam horny old men, but they don't scam dogs. A dog can always hang around and get a couple of sausage sticks out of it.

An Sheng proceeded to post the news about encountering Daji across several other chat groups.

Yet, the primary content displayed in the images consisted entirely of the tea tray from Yu Xueqing's live stream and that glorious, massive tail.

While some group members were curious about what Daji looked like, An Sheng refrained from sending them direct stream links. Instead, he simply claimed that he still needed to observe further to determine whether the anchor was truly a super-duper cute little fox that had cultivated into a magical spirit.

What An Sheng was doing right now was not acting as a simp to drive traffic and gather random followers for Yu Xueqing.

An Sheng was carefully screening prospective clients. Ah Qing was genuinely trying to sell tea for her family's tea estate,

rather than acting as a live-stream shopping host who relied on talent performances to earn digital tips and sales commissions.

Live-streaming sales hosts do not necessarily need a massive follower count; instead, they need followers with strong purchasing power who are actually willing and able to spend money on goods.

Agricultural science exchange groups.

Pet exchange groups.

Pinduoduo price-cutting groups.

They actually all shared one common trait: the individuals within them generally possessed some disposable cash.

The prices of quality greenery and plants were never low, and the daily expenses of pet owners were even more ridiculously high.

The Pinduoduo groups were also populated by people who frequently shopped online. Without the habit of making massive online purchases on a regular basis, why else would anyone bother joining Pinduoduo mutual-aid groups? Were they volunteering to be modern serfs in there?

An Sheng was currently curating clients for Ah Qing, surgically harvesting their wallets in a targeted, point-to-point fashion.

Another month or so, and the Mid-Autumn Festival would be here.

He had to seize this window of opportunity to cultivate and secure prospective clients.

When the time came, he would operate quietly behind the scenes driving the traffic, while Ah Qing brandished her sickle up front, reaping harvests left and right with merciless efficiency.

"Little An? Are you... in heat?"

With today's live broadcast concluded, compared to yesterday when absolutely nothing was sold, she had managed to sell two packages of thirty-yuan sample teas today, resulting in a net loss of four yuan.

Shipping costs were all about volume; when the quantity of shipped goods was low, sending out a single package meant taking a loss on that single package.

However, Yu Xueqing paid no mind to those details. Instead, she picked up the fox with a face full of worry, gazing with an earnest expression at the utterly bewildered little fox.

"Ying?"

Ah Qing, what kind of absurd nonsense are you spouting? When was I ever in heat? How come even I didn't know about it?!

An Sheng stared wide-eyed and dumbfounded at Yu Xueqing.

"Eh? You're not?"

Yu Xueqing wore an expression of profound astonishment as she said, "If you're not in heat, why did you keep climbing onto my back tonight to cuddle with me, and why were you rubbing against my calves while making smug, triumphant noises?"

Yu Xueqing looked down at the little fox in absolute confusion.

An Sheng's face darkened with a web of black lines. He raised a small fox paw and firmly planted a metaphorical stamp right onto Yu Xueqing's forehead.

What wild imaginations are running through that head of yours all day long? I was just sitting there feeling immensely smug, showing off my superiority to the group members!

You just focus hard on live-streaming to sell tea and make money. When the time comes, I, An Mou, will throw away all my dignity to figure out a way to drive traffic for you. First, we'll harvest the wallets of those group members, and then we'll ask Lin Ying to secure an interest-free loan from her to go all-in on purchasing traffic and trending visibility, making this venture huge and powerful!

"Ying..."

"I'm sorry, Little An... It's going to be another empty-bellied day. Not only did we fail to hunt anything today, but we even lost four yuan on shipping fees," Yu Xueqing complained with an expression of overwhelming, cascading sorrow.

Yesterday was bad enough, losing at most some water and electricity costs.

Today was even "better"—we made a sale, but the profit from those two sample tea boxes... wasn't even enough to cover the courier shipping fee.

Aside from the utility losses, Ah Qing's live-streaming sales battle record today ended up taking an extra four-yuan hit.

"Wuwu—Fox Treasure, comfort me!"

An Sheng let out a helpless sigh, extended his two little paws to rest upon Yu Xueqing's shoulders, and rubbed his tiny fox cheek against her cheek to express his comfort.