Chapter 93: Over Three Million Views, Milk Tea Sales Go Wild

Everyone Is Chasing the School Beauty? The Obsessed Heiress Is Pursuing Me Instead Qin Kan 2475 words 2026-02-09 12:43:42

“One million views in the first hour?”

“What the hell! That’s insane! How many users does Little Break Station even have?”

Zhou Mei let out a curse, her shout jolting Zhang Meng out of her daze.

“Master! No, wait, Master! That’s not all!”

At that moment, Zhou Mei realized something crucial—their video hadn’t just been uploaded to Little Break Station. There were other platforms too!

“Hurry! Open up the backend data for the other sites!”

Her reaction was swift. In 2013, Little Break Station’s influence among domestic video sites was only moderately high. The most dominant platforms now were AiQiYi, SouHu, Penguin, and the overseas YouTube. They had uploaded their video to all these sites. Although short videos weren’t particularly popular yet, if Little Break Station had this many viewers, what would happen on the mainstream platforms?

“Master, which site should I start with?” Zhang Meng was still just a student; her composure was lacking.

Zhou Mei didn’t have time to comment, issuing instructions urgently.

“The overseas YouTube platform is most influential right now—check that first! Then AiQiYi, SouHu, and Potato.”

“Okay, okay!” Zhang Meng quickly opened YouTube’s backend and began reporting the data.

“YouTube account gained thirty thousand followers, seventy thousand views.”

“AiQiYi account gained fifty thousand followers, eighty-eight thousand views.”

“SouHu account gained one hundred ten thousand followers, ninety-six thousand views.”

“Little Break Station gained the most—one hundred seventy thousand followers, one million and nine thousand views! And it's still climbing!”

Reporting all these numbers in one breath left Zhang Meng feeling suffocated. It wasn’t just physical, but psychological—a single hour had brought hundreds of thousands of followers and millions of views across all platforms.

It was 2013, after all. The total number of video users wasn’t that high; it wasn’t like the future, where everyone scrolls short videos.

Even Zhou Mei’s mind went blank at such figures. She’d anticipated decent numbers for Chen Luo’s video—there simply weren’t many like it—but hadn’t expected anything this dramatic.

A single video had amassed this many followers, this terrifying number of views. Conservatively, the promotional strength for the Anime Milk Tea Shop far exceeded the effect of a prime-time local TV ad.

And that was just the conservative estimate—there would be even more astonishing ripple effects.

With this fan base, if they launched a short video strategy or switched to a media project, they’d already have a foundation.

“Zhang Meng, quickly compile the data. I need to call Chen Luo immediately.”

“Okay!” Zhang Meng set about summarizing the data in a spreadsheet, but the numbers were changing so fast—jumping every minute—that she could only make rough estimates.

Zhou Mei took out her phone, ready to call Chen Luo, when footsteps sounded outside.

A petite figure burst into the room—it was Liu Hua.

She wore a cute school swimsuit, her panda-like curves especially striking.

“Huff, huff, huff!”

Liu Hua rushed to Zhou Mei, panting, clutching her phone and speaking in broken phrases.

“Mei, Mei, Sister Mei, the milk tea shop staff called me, called me.”

Hearing “milk tea shop,” and seeing Liu Hua’s anxious expression, Zhou Mei immediately sensed trouble.

“What? Someone’s making trouble at the shop again?”

“No! Not that!”

Liu Hua finally caught her breath, grabbing Zhou Mei’s hand urgently.

“The shop is packed—more crowded than opening day! We’re running out of ingredients! Tell Senior Zhou Zheng to prepare supplies right away!”

“Wow, is the impact really this fast?”

Zhou Mei hadn’t expected the video’s influence to be so immediate—just one hour in, and they were nearly out of stock?

Just the first hour!

As more people saw the video, the shop’s turnover would skyrocket.

Right—Chen Luo had talked about franchising, claiming they’d switch to a franchise model within a year. At the time, she hadn’t believed him.

Now, it seemed Chen Luo had been conservative. At this rate, they could start franchising in one or two months!

The Zhou family had been in food service for years, but never had a store grown like this—not even a quarter as fast.

“Damn! Chen Luo, you really are a genius!”

Zhou Mei, overwhelmed, couldn’t help cursing again.

“Alright! I’m calling my brother right now! Liu Hua, go wake up Chen Luo in his room!”

“He’s the real boss here—we’re like eunuchs panicking while the emperor sleeps!”

“Okay, I’ll go right now!”

Liu Hua knew this was no time to hesitate and dashed out.

Zhou Mei steadied herself and picked up her phone, but before she could unlock it, it rang.

The caller ID showed her brother Zhou Zheng.

“Brother, you got the news? Aren’t you preparing supplies?”

“Forget supplies! I just got a business collaboration inquiry—do you know who it’s from?”

Zhou Mei immediately recalled Chen Luo’s division of labor: Liu Hua managed daily operations, Zhou Zheng handled partnerships and franchising.

“Who’s offering collaboration?”

“The business director of Little Break Station wants to meet us—and specifically requested to negotiate with Chen Luo in person. They want a long-term partnership!”

Hearing this, Zhou Mei felt numb—today’s news was overwhelming. First, a viral video, then a booming milk tea shop, now a long-term deal with Little Break Station.

“Brother, do you think Chen Luo predicted all this?”

“I think he probably did. You know what I’m about to say—I've told you before, Chen Luo is a true business genius. His future is limitless.”

“Brother, I didn’t believe it before, but I do now.”

“Good, go find Chen Luo. Little Break Station’s trend is promising, and it’s exactly what Chen Luo targeted—he’ll value this.”

“Alright, I’ve sent Liu Hua. Chen Luo and General Wen have been holed up in their room all afternoon.”

Bang, bang, bang!

A sharp knocking sounded. Chen Luo forced his eyes open, his waist aching.

To soothe Wen Wan’s emotions, he’d used every ounce of effort all afternoon.

Only when Wen Wan finally drifted off contentedly did Chen Luo relax, nearly passing out himself.

“Who is it?” Chen Luo complained.

“Brother Luo! Come out! Something huge happened!”