Phi-Fic Chapter 102: My First Experience with Monetizing Traffic
Chapter 102: My First Experience with Monetizing Traffic
He Qiaoyun clicked on the live stream link, and He Gui and his wife Huang Juanjuan appeared on the screen. The couple stood together like two bots, mimicking popular live stream phrases, and kept saying, "Link number two, buy it, buy it."
Looking at the number of viewers in the live stream, there were only a handful, probably villagers or their relatives and friends watching. And looking at the number of items sold, there was only one order.
He Qiaoyun clicked her tongue twice, clicked on the little yellow car in the lower right corner, and accidentally clicked on a gift, which instantly used up her recharge balance and made her the number one on the leaderboard.
She has a built-in audience; as soon as she sent gifts, her fans and netizens who had seen the gifts in the live stream noticed her and flocked to the live stream to comment.
-I was wondering why the top gift-giver looked so familiar, and when I looked, it really was Sister He.
-Hey, isn't the number one on the leaderboard my favorites?
-What kind of live stream is this?
-The grapes they're selling look alright, I'll buy some to try.
Did Sister He buy it too?
These elderly folks look like they have it tough, so I'll buy some to try the food too.
......
The number of viewers in the live stream quickly increased, reaching as high as five or six hundred, as everyone came to watch.
He Gui, who was live streaming, saw the comments from netizens in the chat and quickly jumped on the bandwagon, saying, "Yes, it's the famous internet celebrity He Qiaoyun. She's from the same village as us. Everyone, come and try our village's grapes. They're sweeter than first love!"
He Gui's wife, Huang Juanjuan, quickly chimed in, "Yes, yes, our grapes are available on link number two. We have three, five, or ten pounds of grapes. They're picked fresh and shipped immediately."
As soon as these words were spoken, netizens placed orders one after another. Within a minute, nearly fifty orders were sold, and people in the live stream were also sending gifts.
The number of people then increased rapidly, all because He Qiaoyun had come because of her reputation. With the addition of system notifications, the number of people in the live stream suddenly soared to more than two thousand.
As the number of viewers in the live stream increased, He Gui and his wife were all smiles. They never expected that mentioning He Qiaoyun's name would be so effective.
So they frantically jumped on the bandwagon, saying things like, "Welcome to the new family members in the live stream! We're from the same village as He Qiaoyun, and we're even members of the village's agricultural cooperative. We're good friends who grow grapes together..."
He Qiaoyun was somewhat displeased by their fawning faces, but she didn't say anything and silently left the live stream.
I just finished the live stream when I received a WeChat message from Sister Xia: [Why did you give them so many gifts? You even brought them a lot of traffic! He Gui has sold almost a hundred orders of grapes.]
He Qiaoyun: [I clicked on this by accident, I've already left the live stream.]
Xia Jie: [The system shows you left the live stream, and the number of viewers dropped by more than half.]
He Qiaoyun: [That's good.]
She never expected to be so popular. She just randomly entered a live stream and sent a small gift, which brought such a high level of popularity to that live stream.
The likes and comments numbed her, because they were all free. But tonight, she helped He Gui, who hadn't sold a single order, sell fifty orders in a minute.
This is the first time I've experienced monetizing traffic.
It's so scary.
Two minutes later, Sister Xia sent a message: "[They're gone, everyone's gone. The number of viewers in their livestream has dropped to a dozen or so, but they keep mentioning your name, trying to ride your coattails.]"
He Qiaoyun had expected it, yet she also found it amazing that she was so valuable.
As she was deep in thought, a message popped up on WeChat; someone had tagged her in the village group chat.
She opened WeChat and saw that He Gui had contacted her. He Gui had forwarded a live stream link, saying: "[He Qiaoyun, come watch our live stream. If you send gifts, I'll reimburse you.]"
Perhaps having tasted the joy of selling his goods, He Gui no longer cared about anything else. As long as the grapes could be sold, what did a few dollars' worth of gifts matter?
He Qiaoyun didn't click on the live stream link again, but replied: 【I'm not watching. Also, don't mention my name in the live stream again. I don't know you guys, don't try to piggyback on my fame.】
He Gui: [We're from the same village, mentioning your name will actually help you gain followers.]
He Qiaoyun: [Do you know why celebrities endorse products? When you mention my name, it's like you're asking me to be your spokesperson, and endorsements cost money.]
He Gui: [Oh dear, you're so stingy.]
He Qiaoyun was too lazy to argue with him anymore and bluntly said, "I'm just stingy, so what? Not only stingy, but also bad-tempered. Don't mess with me."
If everyone mentions her name, and something goes wrong, it will ruin her reputation. Besides, after being treated like that, why should she let them ride her coattails? Get out! All of you, get out!
She turned to text Sister Xia, but Sister Xia's message arrived first: [They've changed. Now it's Aunt Zhao and her husband He Qing. He Qing's a quiet type, standing there awkwardly. Aunt Zhao can't say much either, just standing there, looking rather pitiful.]
Helpless, He Qiaoyun deeply understood the classic proverb: "Every pitiful person has something hateful about them."
She doesn't want to pity others; who in this world has it easy?
After chatting with Sister Xia for a few minutes, I logged out of WeChat, scrolled through videos for a while, and then got sleepy and went to bed.
Just as I was about to turn off the light, I heard a muffled sound coming from the doorway.
"Mom, open the door, I'm home."
Helpless, He Qiaoyun threw off the covers and got out of bed. As soon as she opened the door, a strong smell of alcohol hit her nose, and then someone pounced on top of her.
"How much did you drink...?" He Qiaoyun carried her inside, using one hand to close the door behind them.
Xu Hemei, clinging to her, cried out, "Just a little bit of alcohol, I'm not drunk..."
"Alright, stop shouting, you're disturbing the peace."
"oh....."
He Qiaoyun didn't even want to throw her onto the bed; she was disgusted by it.
Xu Hemei struggled to her feet, then collapsed back onto the bed, murmuring, "I'm so heartbroken..."
He Qiaoyun took off her shoes, then picked up the makeup remover from the dressing table and removed her makeup. Luckily, she was pretty and didn't wear heavy makeup, so it was removed easily.
After removing her makeup, she pushed her to the other side of the bed, then got on the other side herself and turned off the lights in the room.
The noisy room quieted down.
He Qiaoyun had been living alone for over a year, and the sudden presence of another person in her bed made her feel somewhat uncomfortable, as if her drunken ex-husband was sleeping next to her.
But there's a difference between a young girl and an older man when they're drunk; the former has a clean scent, while the latter smells foul, like they've fallen into a cesspool.
Just as she was about to fall asleep, her daughter suddenly started sobbing, "Mom, I'm so sad..."
The sound almost startled He Qiaoyun out of her drowsiness. She reached out and slapped her, saying, "You scared me."
Xu Hemei rolled around on the bed, crying, "You hit me..."
He Qiaoyun slapped her again and comforted her, "Alright, you're divorced now, right? You don't have any children, isn't that great? These days, so many women can't get a divorce even if their husbands cheat on them because they have children. You should be glad you don't have children. You're only twenty-six or twenty-seven, still young, and your life has countless possibilities. Why be fixated on an unfaithful man? Look at me, I'm over fifty, and I'm living a good life."
Xu Hemei quieted down, sobbing softly. He Qiaoyun ignored her and rolled up her pillow to go to sleep.